As a fool who had to stay in the training institution of the Central X Bureau because all the training subjects did not meet the standards, Zhang Pingfan was lucky, most of his classmates with excellent grades or only passing the grades, after leaving the training school, most of them died tragically in various scenes of harsh combat environments. Only he and another fool who often competed with him for the penultimate crown survived. Well, you guessed it right, that another fool is Zhu Han who was caught in Scotland Yard.

Despite his low grades in all the training subjects, Zhang Pingfan also realized that it was very abrupt to advertise a shop selling soap in the slums in the Times, and that the cost of a small advertisement in the middle of the newspaper was almost the turnover of the store for several weeks.

But the merchants who seem to advertise in The Times are simply not under the control of a "spy" like him, who does not even have the level of a half-ass. Well, well, that kind of insults the word spy.

Not only are the shops in the wealthy areas frequented by patrolling policemen, some even hire their own guards, and of course, the customers who come to shop sometimes have bodyguards with them.

Obviously, these situations are not something that Zhang Pingfan can deal with, even if the other fool is not caught, it is estimated that they will not be able to control such a store with a large flow of traffic.

The slums, the so-so business, the front and back yards, and a shopkeeper who cares about the safety of his wife and daughter are the reasons why Zhang Pingfan chose to use this soap shop as a shell to advertise.

"Aren't you afraid that the old man will run away with five pounds? The inferior soaps on the shelves outside are worth a pound! Frank quietly touched Zhang Pingfan's back, and pulled out the Sig Sauer pistol he pinned to his waist.

The reason why Zhang Pingfan tied up the shopkeeper's wife and daughter was not because he had any evil intentions, and he did not get any response after a few days of publishing the advertisement with a distress code, and the pressure he was under was almost beyond his limit. Well, when the pressure is high, people are prone to sleepiness, so tie up the hostages and squint yourself for a while.

Still in the kind of confusion that he had just woken up from a nap, Zhang Pingfan's body was not enough to deal with Frank's sneak attack from behind him, well, well, even if he was at his peak, he would definitely not be able to kill the reckless half-clone behind him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Pingfan asked a question that only two fools would ask.

"Yo, Frank, now you owe me a dollar." After hearing Zhang Pingfan's brainless speech, Joel also swaggered into the kitchen located at the back of the store.

“Shit！ Shouldn't you say, 'I surrender!' Or, 'I've got it all!'" 'Is that the line?' Frank said as he finished unloading the bullet and removing the magazine from the Sig Sauer in his hand.

"Is it really good for you guys to use me to bet?" Even if it is Han, Zhang Pingfan can see from Frank's actions that this group of people is not hostile to him.

"Were you trained as a Gambian in the light curtain?" Regarding the series of performances after Zhang Pingfan's attack just now, Johnny is very sure that he must be a disciple of the Gambian intelligence agency.

"Sir, I've always been trained in the training school affiliated with the Central X Bureau in the light curtain." Zhang Pingfan said.

"Yo, aren't you worried that your companions in distress have been recruited so that we have also obtained information about the light curtain?" Joel teased.

"Well, when you say that, I also think that the probability of this possibility will be very high." After all, the arrested fool has won the penultimate number more times than himself.

"Oh, Shit! Which damn instructor signed your diploma, he should have been hanged! For the rookie in front of him, who was so cute that it gave people a toothache, Frank couldn't complain.

"Sir, in fact, I have not graduated, and I still have at least dozens of compulsory subjects that do not meet the passing standard." Zhang Pingfan threw the pot to the "director team".

"Oh, dozens!? You're such a talent! "Joel thought to himself, you and he can break the record of the X game.

"Hey, the guy who was caught had worse grades than me!" Zhang Pingfan's answer made Johnny realize that the person in front of them was not the creator of the worst record in Game X.

"So, should we ask Abu if our Tomahawk cruise missiles are enough to carry out the mission of extermination?" Frank looked at Johnny in despair.

Things have developed to this stage, and it is impossible for anyone to have illusions that Zhu Han can still keep the secret of crossing over. However, it is also unrealistic to directly drop missiles on all the British intelligence and police agencies marked by the "director team", at least the scope of the leak must be determined before the "Tomahawk" is launched.

"Sir, I saw a sneaky Oriental over there." A teenage boy hurriedly ran over and said to the two police officers who were on duty in front of the house where Zhu Han had been arrested.

In a few moments, two British policemen wearing lightning rods and black hats followed the direction pointed out by the little boy and entered an alley, where there was indeed a yellow-skinned man standing smirking at them, but before they could come forward to interrogate them, they were controlled by several white men who rushed out of the shadows, and they didn't even have time to blow the whistle hanging on their chests so suddenly.

"Little rookie, you are optimistic about these two plucked policemen, we are going to rescue that pig, if they are not honest, you will kill them! Remember, don't use a gun. Flender tied up the two policemen and stuffed them into the kitchen of the soap shop.

"It's Zhu Han, not Zhu Han! And do you want me to kill them with a knife? I mean, if they're not honest. Zhang Pingfan's face was frightened.

"It's okay to strangle them with a rope, it's okay to cover them with a towel, and don't make too much noise! God, can anyone send me back into that curtain of light? I'm going to slaughter the instructor who trained him! Frank's mentality was shattered by Zhang Pingfan.

The two patrol officers confessed that Zhu Han was being held at the Metropolitan Police in London's Victoria Causeway, the so-called "New Scotland Yard". As for more information, it is not something that the patrol officers who were sent to guard the scene by these two brothers can know, if it weren't for the fact that the British police's sense of secrecy at this time is like the aunt in the vegetable market, this level of police should not even have the information about Zhu Han's place of detention.

Johnny and Joel, who change into police uniforms, plan to pretend to be police officers who come to take over the shift and then blend into the police department, and after determining Zhu Han's location, they will wait for the opportunity to set fire, and another group led by Frank will enter the police department as firefighters and cooperate with Johnny to rescue Zhu Han.

Johnny stood on the side of the street across from the gates of New Scotland Yard, straightened his police uniform and cleared his throat so that his pronunciation sounded more like London.

A bus approaches the Metropolitan Police headquarters, which was relocated from its former site in 1890, and the ringing of a bell warns passers-by to stay out of the way. After acquiring the technology for the manufacture of internal combustion engines from an aircraft engine project developed in collaboration with Traders, London's steam buses have been replaced by the gasoline-engined buses in front of them, which, although not much faster than the steam buses, have a larger, cleaner space for passengers.

Johnny glanced at the passenger on the bus, huh! The passengers' standing position is more like riding in an infantry fighting vehicle, and there is no blind spot around this Nima bus that they can't see!

"Joel, in which scenario did we go through?" Johnny asked Joel.

"Ukraine, the operation when we sent weapons to Donbass, there was a clone on our side that was captured by the enemy." Joel replied.

“Shit! Take Cover!” Johnny shouted loudly.

As soon as Johnny finished speaking, he saw two passengers wearing overcoats and black ski masks jump out of the slowly moving bus. After the two passengers shook off their overcoats, Johnny was sure he saw two AK-12 assault rifles.

Just as Johnny threw away his baton and Joel rolled to the corner of a marble building on the side of the road, a barrage of gunshots rang out, apparently with the madmen using fire to suppress the cops who were trying to pour out of the police hall to control the situation.

For a while, stray bullets were flying everywhere, and Johnny didn't dare to show his head to check the situation at the police department, but Joel handed over a lady's vanity mirror tied with a small wooden stick in time. Judging from the blood stains on the mirror, its original owner is afraid that it is more than lucky.

“TF？ They're going to make a blast!? Johnny saw something shocking to him in the vanity mirror.

The glass on the windows of the bus has been knocked out by the lunatics and replaced by bulletproof steel shields, and behind these steel shields are two madmen who are shooting wildly with 6P41 light machine guns!

It didn't take long for Johnny to realize that there were no more stray bullets flying in his direction. The Wesson revolver was obviously impossible to bargain for in a volley with assault rifles and light machine guns.

After the British cops were silenced, Johnny saw two lunatics in heavy defender tank tops pushing a piece of the plate against a window facing the police station with telescopic sticks, apparently the lunatics were engaged in directional blasting!

Rumble! Whoa! After a loud bang, there was the sound of broken glass falling to the ground. The lunatics had put a wooden ladder from the roof of the bus into the blown window.

While a few "lightly armed" maniacs climbed into the police department through the window, a group of maniacs wearing MASKA-1SH steel helmets lined up at the front door of the police department to prepare for a surprise attack.

Unlike other special forces who use stun bombs and flashbang grenades, the madmen in MASKA-1SH steel helmets use RPG-7 to fire a few grenades into the building before entering the police department, and then rush inside with bulletproof steel shields.

"Is it the FSB madmen?" Joel asked Johnny.

"Well, welcome to the Russian-style hardcore rescue show brought to you by war correspondent Johnny, now let's start the prize guess whether the hostages will hang up! Mr. Joel, how much do you want to bet? Johnny looked like he had no love.