"Three enemies, automatic weapons!"

"Watch out for the gunshots! Wait for the thunder to hit before firing! ”

In the shadows in the distance, three enemies are scolding the bad weather while reminiscing about the hot bedding and beer.

"When will this rain stop?"

"I don't know, the weather in London is like this!"

"Don't complain, hold on for a few days, wait until the people above negotiate, and as soon as the goods in your hands come out, our brothers can go to Australia for a few days!"

"Hahaha!"

The three of them were just about to leave the shadows, when a thunderclap streaked across the night sky, and after a few pops, there were three more staggered corpses on the ground.

"Team A, there's a patrol in the clearing ahead of you, and it's about to be encountered!"

"Roger! Headquarters! ”

No sooner had the body been dragged away than the patrol came in the rain.

"What about this man?" The patrol captain was a little angry, and his subordinates were in the wind and rain at night, and these guys ran to be lazy.

"Head, they should run to the house!"

"Go get them out!"

"Oh!"

No sooner had the two gangsters put their hands on the closed door than a rain of bullets pierced the fragile door panel, killing both of them.

"There is a situation!" The remaining gangsters were just about to take their guns, and then black shadows jumped out from the surrounding houses, and more than a dozen submachine guns annihilated all the remaining gangsters.

"This is Team B, we've had a mutant, damn it, alarmed them!"

"All pay attention, capture the main warehouse as quickly as possible, and the unmanned attack aircraft take off!"

Then two large drones loaded with machine guns and missiles flew out of the roof of the command car, and a group of gangsters had just rushed out of the house when a rain of bullets from the sky knocked them into a sieve, and then a drone fired a missile that turned the house into a sea of fire.

"Quick, the house is ahead!" Thorpe went down with a submachine gun, knocked out several gangsters, and then strode towards the warehouse door.

But as soon as he ran to the gate, Thorpe heard a roar.

"Spread out!" Thorpe dragged his comrades beside him, and the two rolled out of the warehouse gate, and then in the next second, a BMP1 infantry fighting vehicle crashed through the gate and drove out.

"Wang Defa! What the hell is this! Price couldn't help but explode when he saw the roaring infantry fighting vehicle fleeing the road.

"Kill him!" While yelling at the customs officer, Price jumped out of the car with an M84 Gustav recoilless gun and ran out.

The two drones immediately turned around and began to pursue, Thorpe took the M320 grenade launcher handed over by his teammates and just loaded a high-explosive grenade, and the BMP turned a corner.

"I want to break his leg!"

Dozens of Air Service Regiment soldiers with various weapons continued to fire at the BMP, but most of them only carried submachine guns for street fighting, and the few rifles could only shoot a little spark on the BMP's armor.

"Grenade!" An Air Service Regimental soldier seized the opportunity and threw an offensive grenade at the BMP, and although the explosion did not cause fatal damage to the BMP, it startled the driver inside, and then he piloted the armored vehicle into the building.

"Good chance, him!"

The soldiers of the Air Service Regiment immediately smashed all the explosives they could drop, and one soldier used his ingenuity to find spirits from a container and make Molotov cocktails.

After a dozen Molotov cocktails smashed through, the BMP tank immediately burst into flames, and Price, who was carrying Gustav, arrived and refilled with a blasting shell.

Although the smuggling gang has been eliminated, the aftermath of the night's fighting has not subsided.

"What's going on!"

Early the next morning, Sir Grievous, the director of Scotland Yard, was called to 10 Downing Street to be scolded.

"An armored car, what model?" The prime minister touched his little hair and was about to get angry, but he forgot what he was going to say in the second half of the sentence.

"It's a BMP1 armored car produced by the Da Mao family, which is very backward and is not an opponent of our samurai infantry chariots!" The prime minister's female secretary hurriedly reminded.

"The problem is that there are no chariots in London!" The Prime Minister looked at Director Grievous, who was already sweating.

"There are six squadrons of the Night's Watch in the city of London, and they all have heavy weapons, enough to keep the city safe!" Sir Dooku, the rotating chairman of the Transcendental Affairs Committee, said from the sofa beside him.

"And, we have the Knights of the Round Table!" Dooku sneered.

"Knights of the Round Table, they don't listen to me, those adults who are above the top don't even care much about the Queen's safety now, I signed the order to expand the Royal Gendarmerie Corps just the day before yesterday, and now a smuggling gang has emerged hiding thousands of rifles and an armored car, will someone come in later to report that the missiles have been found?"

As soon as the Prime Minister finished speaking, an MI6 agent ran in.

"Prime Minister, the Special Air Service Regiment reports that they have found six Hellfire missiles in boxes at a church in the suburbs!"

"Shhh Several of the people in charge present all gasped.

"Did you find anything?"

"No, the clues are as clean as a dog has licked!"

"Director Grievous, I order you to find out the ins and outs of this matter at all costs, and MI6 will also help you!"

"Yes, sir!"

Director Grievous was about to leave when Chairman Dooku stopped him.

"Superintendent, the night watchman can cooperate with you if necessary!"

"Thank you, Chairman!" Director Grievous was in a mess at the moment. I used to find trouble for them because the Night's Watch had to come out of the budget of Scotland Yard, but it turned out that the Night's Watch was still helping him, and when he went back, he had to tear up the budget cut proposal!

No sooner had Director Grievous left than Chairman Dooku returned to the Prime Minister's office.

"Knights of the Round Table, there must be a problem!" The prime minister looked at Duku and said with a solemn face.

"But we don't have evidence, if we accuse casually, after all, the head of the knight is the adopted son of the justice!"

"By the way, tell me about today's incident, are you sure that the gangster said that someone inside the Order is helping them?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Prime Minister, there was a senior night watchman and a night watch intern, as well as more than a dozen special service team soldiers and several armed police officers who heard this!"

"What I need is 100% sure!"

"I can call them over and report back to you in person!"

"At half past seven in the afternoon, call them over, just so that we can talk while eating!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Prime Minister!"