Disraeli walked out of the club, silently followed by a man in a top hat, followed by Tang Tu and Van Gogh. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Disraeli boarded a carriage, the man in the top hat ran away, and Tang Tu and the two jumped up and knocked him down.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. B." Van Gogh raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in the top hat.

"Mr. B? My name is Herbert! The man in the top hat said.

"Why are you following the Prime Minister?" Tang Tu frowned and asked.

"Just for work, sir, there's an old guy who pays me—" The man in the top hat didn't finish his sentence when a bullet from afar hit him in the head.

Tang Tu looked in the direction of the gunshot, and a woman in a red coat was standing on the top of a high-rise building next to him with a sniper rifle.

Leaving Herbert, who was already dead, Tang Tu and the two ran up, climbed onto the roof, and intercepted the sniper who was about to escape.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? The sniper panicked, her marksmanship was accurate, but her melee combat ability was almost zero, and the sniper rifle in her hand was still antique, and the cooldown of the gun was too long, and it would take a long time to install the second bullet.

Tang Tu grabbed the sniper's collar and carried her to the edge of the eaves, as long as he let go, the sniper would fall from the roof to the ground.

"Who do you work for?" Tang Tu asked.

"I... I don't know his name, the old guy was a bearded man and wore some kind of uniform, probably hussar, right? ”

"What is his purpose?"

"Please... He's going to kill me..."

"This is the roof of the third floor, falling from here will break your leg, you need to recuperate in the sanatorium for a long time, and you tell us the truth now, at least you still have your leg and can escape from him."

Tang Tu took another small step to the edge, the sniper was already hanging in the air, her two hands tightly hugging Tang Tu's arms.

"Right now, my men will attack the Prime Minister's carriage on the way to the Parliament! They had already set up their men and waited for the Prime Minister to get into the carriage. ”

Tang Tu threw the sniper on the roof, and she was about to get up from the ground when Van Gogh walked up to her and stabbed the dagger into her chest.

The sniper glared at Van Gogh in disbelief, and Van Gogh shook his head, "If he doesn't kill you today, I didn't say I would let you go." A sniper like you, who can shoot someone without hesitation, what reason is there to be strange about your death? ”

Tang Tu and Van Gogh immediately went to the Prime Minister's residence.

Disraeli returned to his home after coming out of the club, stayed at home for a while, and then went to Congress again. He had just come out of the house, and his wife followed him, and the two of them got into the carriage.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh stood on the roof of the house and turned on their eagle eyes to observe the situation.

"There are four snipers on the opposite balcony, and there are five knife-wielding gangsters on the ground below, you deal with the above, and the bottom is left to me." Tang Tu said.

"Okay, let's go down and say hello to the Prime Minister first, otherwise it won't be worth it if his bodyguard stabs him in the back." Van Gogh said.

Tang Tu and the others jumped from the roof of the house and stealthily into Disraeli's carriage.

"What is this doing? Who are you? Disraeli looked at Tang Tu and Van Gogh in surprise.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, we are your new bodyguards." Tang Tu said seriously.

"No one told me any new bodyguards, who is your boss?" Disraeli looked at Tang Tu and the others suspiciously.

"Let these two young men say, Lao Di, be patient." Disraeli's wife said that she seemed to have a good feeling for Tang Tu and the others, and smiled and patted Tang Tu's leg.

Van Gogh sent a message on the team channel: "You were rubbed with oil by an old woman. ”

Tang Tu: "People with impure thoughts bounce away." ”

Tang Tu nodded to Mrs. Disraeli, "Madam, thank you for your understanding," Tang Tu looked at Disraeli seriously, "The Metropolitan Police Department has just received news that someone is planning to attack your carriage. It's a life-and-death threat, and we've come here when we hear about it. The Metropolitan Police advises you to move from here immediately. ”

Disraeli raised an eyebrow, "Attack? What kind of attack? There were always people who wanted to attack me, but..."Disraeli's words were interrupted by the sound of gunshots.

Tang Tu pointed outward, "It's this kind of attack, this time it's not a drill, it's not a warning, they're already determined to get rid of you." Now, please wait here for a moment while we take care of it. ”

Tang Tu and Van Gogh jumped out of the carriage. Van Gogh threw out his rope gun and crawled towards the balcony where the sniper was. Tang Tu went into a stealthy state and touched the knife-wielding thugs.

Before Van Gogh killed the sniper, Tang Tu didn't dare to be careless, and used the cover to move against the wall.

Van Gogh turned on his stealth, rolled over and jumped onto the balcony, approached the snipers closely, and killed four of them almost without resistance.

After taking out the sniper above, Van Gogh jumped down. Tang Tu's side also killed those knife wielders. However, mobs came from the street entrance one after another, and Tang Tu and Van Gogh raised their long swords and rushed over.

At this time, on the other side of the street, three gangsters ran in the direction from behind, and they attacked Disraeli's other bodyguards from behind.

"Oh, look at all this, it's—" Disraeli couldn't sit still, he actually opened the car door, as if trying to get out of the car.

And the three gangsters who came from behind had already surrounded the carriage, and their pistols were pointed at Disraeli, "Don't worry, sir, it's your turn soon..."

The gangsters raised their guns, and the next moment bullets flew out of the chambers, and suddenly, their wrists with guns were shot by throwing knives almost simultaneously, and the pistols fell to the ground.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh had already rushed over, and they unceremoniously raised their knives and cut off the heads of the three gangsters.

Disraeli was so frightened that he sat back in the carriage, and he remembered to close the door as well.

The gangsters on the entire street were cleared, and Tang Tu knocked on the carriage door, "Are you all right?" ”

"It seems that we are all safe, and we want to thank you for saving us." Mrs. Disraeli's voice came from the carriage.

"I'm willing to bet with my life that it must be Gladstone, it's perfectly in keeping with his thoughtless personality," Disraeli's angry voice rang out, "Come out, Gladstone!" You irresponsible trash! ”

"Old Di, don't shout, he's not stupid enough to fight us with a knife himself." Said Disraeli's wife.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh jumped into the driver's seat, and Van Gogh threw off his horsewhip and drove the carriage away from the alleyway.

Coming to a safe and secluded alley, Van Gogh stopped the carriage, Tang Tu jumped down and was about to open the car door, but Disraeli had already angrily pushed open the car door and jumped down.

"Damn Gladstone! Damn it, he's going to pay for it! (To be continued.) )