The explosions in the city continued.

Gunshots, sirens, shouts were heard from everywhere.

Panic and uneasiness spread, but no one could understand what was happening.

Foreign heads of state who came to attend the funeral of the British Prime Minister were attacked by terrorists almost simultaneously.

At the gate of Buckingham Palace, two salute soldiers suddenly raised their guns and fired, and German Chancellor Agnes Bruckner, who was mourning in silence, was shot several times and fell to the ground covered in blood.

On Financial Street, the car of Canadian President Robert Bowman and his wife passed through a checkpoint when terrorists dressed as police officers pasted plastic bombs and exploded into a thick flame.

On the London Bridge, two trains loaded with explosives blew off the ends of the bridge, and the bridge topplunged, sending Japanese Prime Minister Tsuru Narushima and his car into the river

Westmist Cathedral, Italian Prime Minister Antonio Gost and his girlfriend, who is thirty years younger than him, were watching the scenery, the middle of the church was blown up, and the cathedral collapsed.

On the Thames, the French president sat in a small boat, stared at the calm river, closed his notebook, and a freighter passed by, exploding......

Explode! Explode! Explode!

Explosions are happening everywhere.

Thick smoke rises over this metropolis with a rich cultural history, obscuring the clear blue sky.

The battle of blood and fire intensified.

Three combat helicopters suddenly flew out of the center of the city and wanted to leave London.

RPG rockets shoot one after another, chasing them.

Two were destroyed, and the last one did not escape its fate, with smoke rising from its tail and tumbling on the edge of the city, not far from the shopping mall.

"The police won't come, you guys hide in, don't come out." After Yongqiang finished speaking, his body ran towards the direction of the helicopter crash very quickly.

He had sensed that an evil force was surging there.

He must rush over in advance to stop the evil.

The helicopter fell to the ground and broke in two, the ground was scratched with a hideous scratch, fragments of parts were splashed everywhere, and the pilot collapsed in the cab covered in blood, already dead.

In the middle cabin, the surviving US President Benjamin Arthur and his bodyguards looked sadly at Home Secretary Lynn Jacob.

This capable and shrewd black woman, with a sharp metal spike stuck in her chest, collapsed limply in the cabin, blood gushing out, and life was rapidly flowing from her body.

"Do me a favor and protect the president." Lin Jacob held the bodyguard's hand and said weakly.

"I will." The bodyguard squeezed her bloody hand and promised.

The Home Secretary nodded, and closed his eyes quietly.

President Benjamin Arthur burst into tears.

At this time, the roar of irritable motorcycles came from a distance, and the sound was very loud, not to mention a dozen.

The two hurriedly walked out of the cabin, only to find a man with a special temperament standing outside.

The man has his back to them, leaving a strong and reliable back.

"Leave it to me here, you go." The man turned, his forehead was wide and his appearance was ordinary, but he had bright eyes as bright as torches.

Whoever sees such a pair of eyes knows that this is a trustworthy person.

There is only one person in this world who can have such a pair of eyes.

He is Yongqiang.

Yongqiang has bright eyes and a bright heart, and he can distinguish between good and evil at a glance.

The bodyguard didn't know Yongqiang, but he saw that Yongqiang wanted to help them, so he left in a hurry with the president.

After a few seconds, the killer on the motorcycle expertly crossed the grove in front of him.

They saw Yongqiang, and they also saw the president in the distance.

A motorcycle killer raised his gun and shot at Yongqiang, but Yongqiang rushed towards the motorcycle like a wild beast.

The bullet splattered at Yongqiang's feet, and Yongqiang flew out, pushing the motorcycle killer and the car to the ground.

The two motorcycle killers next to them braked sharply and stopped with a nice drift.

But Yongqiang had already raised his submachine gun.

Gunshots rang out.

The two screamed and fell to the ground and died.

Yongqiang started the motorcycle, his riding skills were even more exquisite, and after catching up with the motorcycle killer in front, there was a burst of strafing, and the motorcycle killer fell one after another.

"I'm a police officer, so I'm not allowed to move." A police car drove over, saw the scene of the dead and wounded, and shouted to Yongqiang.

Yongqiang did not hesitate to shoot.

The policeman fell to the ground with serious injuries.

"You're not a policeman." Yongqiang walked up to him and said coldly.

"How do you know, I'm not ......" The fake policeman spat blood from his mouth and convulsed while asking for an answer.

"Because the London police don't use this kind of gun." Yongqiang removed the assault rifle on his back, which was an AK47 that was claimed to be "the symbol of human armed forces in the twentieth century".

The fake cop gets the answer and dies dumbfounded.

The walkie-talkie he was carrying with him suddenly sounded: "They went to the safe house of MI6 and sent someone over quickly." ”

"There are inner demons among their people." Yongqiang picked up the walkie-talkie, thought to himself, and then increased the throttle and drove towards the city.

In the city, there is chaos.

The streets were littered with bullet holes, and thick black smoke emanated from burning cars.

People are hiding in their homes and are afraid to go out.

Because the terrorists were mixed in with the police, the police were also recruited.

Now, the entire city has been taken over by terrorists.

The president and bodyguards saw a special forces unit appear outside through the cameras outside the safe house.

But they couldn't have been the American special forces who came to support, because they weren't that fast, and they didn't sweat.

"If I'm captured, you'll have to give me a shot." The president solemnly ordered the bodyguards.

"Maybe not." The bodyguard said.

The two looked at the monitor together.

Yongqiang, who was riding a motorcycle, rushed into the picture.

The terrorists were as fragile as babies in front of him......