"What's that? Red medicine? Seeing Parsifal, who was recovering from his injuries, Aaron asked the captain of the special service team on the side curiously.

"Black water, the full name is pitch black water! It is one of the most important treasures of the Knights of the Round Table! ”

"Did it work?"

"It is said that black water can prolong people's lives, immortalize people, and make people who are dying fully recover!"

"So, won't you give him a drink?" An armed policeman who had been badly wounded was shaking on the ground, and his companion was clutching his arm tightly and looking at the medic with an anxious expression.

"Damn it!" Seeing the medic shake his head, the armed policeman couldn't help but hide his face and weep.

"They take black water very seriously, and it is impossible for ordinary people to drink it!" Wesley put his hand on the corner of his coat and said.

"But he's going to die!" Aaron looked at the wounded man on the ground, he was no longer struggling, but lying with blank eyes, as if he would leave in the next second.

"All-knowing and Almighty Heavenly Father, may you bless this brave warrior and may he be reincarnated in heaven and fight in the name of God!"

Wesley half-knelt on the ground, took the armed policeman's hand, and prayed for him.

"I could have saved him!" Aaron suddenly felt a little uncomfortable as well, as long as he unlocked the medical kit, but he didn't.

[System, I killed so many werewolves, don't you give a reward?] 】

[The battle is not over yet, and the settlement will have to wait until those Knights of the Round Table deal with the remaining unlucky eggs!] 】

[Alas! 】

Fierce gunfire and wails continued to be heard from a distance, and then Aaron saw three bloodied Knights of the Round Table dragging two almost beaten gangsters over the way.

"Tell me a name, I'll just have a name!" Parsifal grabbed one of the gangsters by the hair and roared.

"You don't even know who you're fighting against, Knights of the Round Table, hehe!" The gangster struggled to open his swollen eyes, looked at Parsifal with contempt, and then spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle, and laughed.

"Good!" Parsifal laughed, then clenched his right hand into a fist and landed hard, punch after punch to the gangster's head.

"What about you?" After killing the gangster in his hand, Parsifal shook off the blood of his men, and then looked at the gangsters who were controlled by Galahat.

"I really don't know, I just know that someone in your Order is funding us!" The trembling gangsters hesitated, but still spoke up.

"Damn it!" Igrein reacted first, knocking the gangsters unconscious with a single punch, then turned to look at the crowd watching them.

"We must control!" Before Igrein could finish speaking, Wesley had already pulled out his phone.

"Mr. Councillor, I have an important situation to report to you!"

"Wait, agent, we can talk!"

"Why, the noble Knights of the Round Table don't engage in secret arrests? There are still too many people here, and you can't deal with it! Wesley said in a weird voice.

"Xiao Yi!" Seeing Igrein clenching his fists, Galahat hurriedly stepped forward.

"Listen, maybe the Knights of the Round Table did something wrong in the past, but we're all fighting for protection, aren't we?"

"Please continue!"

"Agent, this news, the Knights of the Round Table can't get a little bit of wind inside! We are operating secretly this time without the permission of the Knights! ”

"Deal, I'll get them to sign a non-disclosure agreement!"

"Thank you!"

The three Knights of the Round Table then escorted the captive away from the scene.

"Just let them go?" Aaron was puzzled, there was obviously a place to eat melons.

"The internal affairs of the Knights of the Round Table are not something we can mix, and they have given us all the credit for this operation, and the Knights of the Round Table, who have been flying and domineering for hundreds of years, have also begun to decline!" Wesley smiled, then held out his right hand to Aaron.

"Welcome to the Night Watch! Going for a drink in the evening? ”

"But aren't we on duty?"

"I'm talking about coffee!"

"Yes!"

"By the way, I'll take you to a good place in the evening!" Seeing Wesley's obscene look, Aaron was looking forward to the evening's activities.

After completely cleaning up the devastated battlefield, subsequent reinforcements found nearly 3,000 automatic rifles, hundreds of light machine guns and sniper rifles, and even six Gustav recoilless guns in an underground warehouse.

"You call this a gangster?"

"This is no ordinary gangster, there are obviously very high-level forces taking care of them, or they are the smoke bombs released by those real masterminds behind the scenes!"

"But what's the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"Smuggling such a huge amount of arms into the United Kingdom, could it be people from Northern Ireland?"

"But six years ago, the Northern Irish Republican Army had already laid down its arms and surrendered, and the United Kingdom has been vigorously supporting the economy of Northern Ireland in recent years, they don't make sense!"

"These weapons are enough to arm a regiment, can they not just smuggle light weapons?"

"How?"

"Thousands of rifles have already been smuggled, so why not smuggle a few armored vehicles or something!"

"Possibly, as far as I know, this gang has several channels for restocking!"

"Is there anyone in charge of other channels?"

"I'll have to ask about this!"

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Storage area 23, Port of London

2400 hours at night

A drone flew low over a large number of warehouses, the hum of the drone was well masked by the heavy rain and the sound of the wind, and Captain Price of the SAS Alpha Squadron was watching the screen in front of him in a command vehicle disguised as a van.

"All squads, report location!"

"This is Team A, we're in place!"

"Team B is in place!"

"Team C arrives at the designated coordinates!"

"Start infiltrating, remember, there's a good chance the smugglers have heavy firepower!"

"Roger!"

Sergeant Thorpe McTavish cautiously poked his head out of the alley with an MP5SD submachine gun, and then immediately retracted.

"Two enemies, one on the left of the box and one on the stairs!"

"Understood!"

Thorpe then gently pulled out his tactical knife and approached the smuggler standing behind the box.

Seeing that his comrades were also in place, Thorpe stepped forward, covered the smuggler's nose with his left hand, stabbed the smuggler's heart with his right hand, and then stirred it fiercely.

The smugglers, whose hearts were reduced to pieces, slowly slipped and fell to the ground. Thorpe looked up, and his comrades pulled their daggers from the corpses at the top of the stairs.

"Target clear! Keep moving! ”

After wiping the dagger on the corpse, Thorpe and his team went into a large warehouse.