If it weren't for Lockheed's attempt to unite with other companies to strangle him, and the Gloucester company from Great Britain's-stirring stick forcibly intervened, Albert's trip to the United States would have been smooth on the whole. Watching one opponent after another fall in front of him, Albert had an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Isn't the happiest thing in life to stand and watch your opponents fall one by one?

Albert sat in the car on his way to JFK Airport, and since completing the deal with the U.S. government, he and his good friend John ? Smith, and his sister Annie? The three Smiths decided to stay in New York for a while longer before flying from JFK to Brussels.

Anne was carrying a large bag and clothes bought from a luxury store in New York, almost stuffed with the trunk of a car, Albert glanced at Anne helplessly, but in exchange for a ridicule from the other party, look at you, a dirt bun who doesn't understand fashion.

However, Albert didn't care that the eldest lady was not malicious, and let her babble in her ear, counting her dress, which did not have the temperament of a royal crown prince at all. He lowered his head and continued to look at the recently collected intelligence of the Gloucester Company, only to find an interesting piece of news.

"Gloucester's products, which include the Meteor high-altitude interceptor fighter and the Gladiator carrier-based fighter, have influenced the development of the situation throughout the Great Britain Air War." Albert read this paragraph of the intelligence word by word, and finally knew that the Gloucester company turned out to be the design company of the British triangular heavy sword, the Javelin fighter. It's just that it's still 1948, and the design of the Javelin fighter is just getting started.

"Sure enough, blocking people's money is like killing parents, from Beretta at the beginning, later Lockheed to the current Gloucester company that can't bear to come out and die. The Cold War military-industrial empire will always encounter all kinds of stumbling blocks on the way. Albert was no longer interested in looking at the document, so he simply closed it and placed it on the side of his seat, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

"Albert, what's wrong?" John, who was sitting across from Albert, seemed to notice that Albert was not in a good mood. I asked him specifically.

"Nothing." Albert came back to his senses and smiled at John, signaling that he didn't have to worry about himself.

Seeing that Albert was fine, John was relieved that the American negotiations were still thanks to Albert's efforts, so that his cooperation with General Electric Company was not aborted. He thought about it for a long time before he mustered up the courage to say, "Albert, thank you this time, I don't know how to ...... it."

Albert interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "It's just a gesture, and besides, that bastard is too damn to himself. If you want to come and steal business from India and Pakistan with me, I just teach him a lesson. Actually, Albert really didn't pay much attention to it. Anything that can be solved with power and money is not a problem.

Anne held a bottle of Gucci perfume and gave Albert a sinister expression with disdain, "Sure enough, there is arrogance that nobles should have, and they don't even want to talk to us commoners." I said, John, don't go and please the noble prince. ”

"Annie, could you please be a little quieter?" John couldn't stand it anymore and stopped Anne's taunt. At the same time, he also blamed himself in his heart for how his sister was so noisy as soon as she met His Royal Highness Albert. If it weren't for that. He would love to get Anne and Albert together, after all, the Smith family's relationship with the royal family is conducive to their family's long-term development in Belgium.

Anne stuck her tongue out at John, and she glanced at Albert again. Seeing that the latter still looked paralyzed with eight winds not moving, he obediently closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Just as Albert lamented that the world was finally quiet, a motorcycle with tail smoke and a noisy whistling whistle was whizzing past the stretched Lincoln. The motorcyclist, wearing a black safety helmet, glanced in the direction of Albert as he passed by.

Albert also saw him at the same time, but the other party only increased the throttle and rushed over the moment Albert turned around. Only Albert was left with a strange back. John saw that Albert still looked flat for a second. The next moment, his face turned gloomy, and he couldn't help asking, "Albert." Why did your face become so ugly? ”

"Something is wrong, but I can't tell. But I wanted to test my thoughts. Albert frowned, and he said to the driver, "Trouble, turn left at the intersection ahead and go in the direction of 11th Street." ”

Because this car is John? Smith's, so when Albert spoke, the chauffeur asked John specifically to ask for his opinion. John has always trusted Albert, so when Albert said this, he did not hesitate to let the driver sit according to the other party's method.

As soon as the car turned to the left, Albert kept looking around, and sure enough, the motorcycle came back from a certain intersection in front of him, and followed closely behind Albert.

"What the hell is going on? Albert. John also sensed that something was wrong with the motorcycle, and he quickly asked the driver to drive faster and shake him off. The driver stepped on the accelerator in understanding, and the Lincoln drove forward as fast as a speeding beast, leaving the motorcycle behind him far behind.

"Whew, it looks safe." John breathed a sigh of relief. However, as soon as he finished saying this, the glass on the side of the car shattered in an instant, and with the roar of firearms, the broken car glass was sprinkled on the three Albert people.

Two cars that came out of nowhere followed closely behind the extended Lincoln.

"Be careful, there's an ambush." Albert subconsciously lay down on Anne, tightly protecting the eldest lady who was devastated by the sudden change, and at the same time stretched out his other hand and pressed John's head violently to avoid being hit by a stray bullet.

Bullets pierced the air and flew past with a sharp whistling sound. It was at this moment that Albert finally realized how hateful the arms trade was, and it was a wonderful irony that not only was there a submachine gun at the service, but also that Miss Anne could be heard screaming like a pig before he died.

"Listen to this gunshot, it's still Uzi, when the did I sin the gangsters in the United States." Albert was full of bitterness and couldn't afford to pour it, and he didn't expect that he would one day be planted in the products he designed. I knew that he would go back as his own car, but he still added a bulletproof steel car, which was also equipped with two AKMS rifles, and the other party who really wanted to come hard may not be his opponent.

The only thing Albert could do was to keep Miss Anne, who was pressed underneath her body, from the slightest injury, and of course he couldn't organize her high-decibel screams. At this time, the driver who was in a panic stepped on the accelerator to the end, drove away from the busy street, and drove in a remote direction.

"Who have we offended? Why are you chasing after us? John's face turned pale like never before, and his lips trembled as he asked, except for Albert, John was the only one who could remain calm in the face of such a situation. Of course, he can't be expected to do more, after all, most ordinary people will faint in fright when they encounter such a dangerous scene.

Albert now had a hard time explaining to John in a few words, and he grabbed John by the collar and asked aloud, "Do you have a gun here?" As long as it can be fired, pistols, submachine guns, shotguns will do! ”

"I have." The driver at the front held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a Colt revolver from the holster on his waist with the other, reached back and handed it to Albert, and said, "There is a hidden compartment under the seat, and there are twelve rounds of ammunition in it, so make do with it." ”

Although one Colt is not enough to change the situation of the battle with the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us, it is better than nothing. Albert grabbed his pistol and directed the driver in the direction of McClellan Building, where there was a safe house of the Chaoyang Intelligence Bureau.

John looked at Albert with a pistol, he held his head and asked, "What are you going to do?" Fight them? ”

"It's okay, it's a plot that can only be seen in Hollywood movies." Albert loaded the revolver and smiled at John. (To be continued......)