At this moment, Nie! Wu! De was so scared that his face turned pale. Fortunately, he had received military training in the British army and rushed out of the car at a critical moment, but he was not killed by the sudden bomb. However, his assistant did not have the luck of him. After the bomb was detonated, he fell into a pool of blood.

Although Niel Wu De saved his life, under the huge impact of the bomb, he was dizzy in the tinnitus, half lying on the ground, shaking his head violently, wanting to wake up as soon as possible. I don’t know how long after, his ears could gradually hear the movements around him. A series of screams, screams, and sad crying kept stimulating his eardrums, making Niel Wu De’s already nervous heart even more terrifying...

But at this moment, a messy footsteps passed through the thick smoke generated by the shock smoke bomb and reached his mind. Niel Wu! De knew that this was the person who assassinated him to cut the roots, so he didn't have to think too much and wanted to get up from the ground and run away quickly. However, after moving a few times, he found that his legs were cut by shrapnel and he couldn't stand up at all. In desperation, he could only shout at the person who came:

"I am the Consul General of the British Consulate in Frankfurt, Germany. I have diplomatic immunity and are protected by the Convention. You cannot kill me..."

"What did you say?" Before Neil Wu! De finished his words, the man who ran towards him stopped immediately, and then asked in an extremely shocked and incredible voice:

"You said you were the British Consul?"

Although Niel Wu! De was shocked and dizzy, his years of career kept him awake at all times, so he naturally heard clearly that the voice he heard was not the Spanish commonly used in Argentina, nor the English that ordinary foreigners were blunt, but the pure English with a strong London accent. Niel Wu! De felt that the savior was coming, so he immediately shouted in tears:

"I am Niel Wude, save me quickly, someone wants to kill me..."

"Nie! Wu! Mr. Wu! De, why...why...why...why...why...why..." The bald man who was holding a gun and leading several agents from MI6 rushed up, looking at Nie! Wu! De, who was lying on the ground and crying, almost popping out of his eyes. In a shock, he felt that his mouth was a little out of control. He remembered that the car was clearly sitting in China, but now it became Consul General Nie! Wu! De...

"Boss! What the hell is going on?"

It was not only this bald British man who was stunned, but his group of people were all like this. You should know that the order they received was to kill a young Chinese man named Lu Jiadong. For this purpose, they formulated detailed plans and arranged a thorough plan.

But just when they were about to make the last blow, they found that they almost killed their own Consul General Niel Wu! Wu! De. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have been unable to believe their eyes. Seven or eight observation whistles stared at Lu Jiadong's movements. How could they end up changing to Niel Wu! Wu! De? Could it be that Lu Jiadong would become a living person and complete this wonderful performance under their noses?

Facing the real facts in front of you, no one could understand, including the bald British man, let alone they could not have any extra time to think about it now. You should know that the person lying on the ground is the British Consul General in Germany. Not to mention hurting a hair on weekdays, even if he is disrespectful to him, he will be severely scolded by the headquarters.

Now, the Consul General was not only scared and cried bitterly, but also injured by the bomb. The consequences of these parties involved were not as simple as being scolded. Because of this, how could these British MI6 agents not be one at the same time...

"What's wrong with you?" After recovering from the sob after the disaster, he realized that something was wrong. So he raised his eyes and looked at the British agents in front of him who were holding pistols and looking stunned. Even fools could see some clues, let alone Niel! Wu! De, a senior diplomat, so he sternly looked and said in disbelief:

"I didn't expect it was you..."

"Mr. Niel Wude, please listen to my explanation!"

"My assistant was seriously injured by you. I am like this now. What do you want to explain? If you want to explain, you will explain to the cabinet and to Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Dou~~Dou~~Dou~~Dou~~"

Just as the angry Niel Wu De roared at the British agents in front of him in anger, a series of harsh police sirens cut through the sky, and then dozens of German armed policemen with live ammunition rushed over with lightning speed. Before several British agents could react, they were taken down in vain. It was not until this time that the British agents reacted and shouted:

"We are British citizens, we are British citizens!"

The bald man in the team leader even shouted for help at Niel Wu, who was helped by several German policemen: "Nie Wu, Mr. Wu, we fell into the trap of others. Please believe me and save us!"

"Bah!" At this time, Niel! Wu! did not care about the demeanor and diplomatic etiquette of the British gentleman, and spit at the bald man. Then, he followed the German police into the police car and left, leaving only a group of extremely desperate British MI6 agents.

The reason for despair is that there are media reporters holding various long guns and short cannons coming with the German police. Some rushed to several British agents and asked sharp questions quickly. Even if they were mounted by the police, they still did not give up and questioned loudly. Some set up cameras, like snipers, using the camera to name the British agents being detained one by one; and even some even pulled the live TV equipment over, turned on the power, and started live broadcasting in front of the camera lens...

When these British agents saw this scene, their already heavy hearts fell into the abyss. They were like zombies whose souls were drawn away, and they were allowed to be escorted and merciless by Germany, because under the spotlight of this exhibition, their proud agent identities will no longer be the trump card of oppression of goodness, but will become a burden that cannot escape. The public opinion trend set off in Germany may even sweep the entire Western world:

"British agents carried out an explosion and murder in downtown Germany!"

The explosive news titles have become the nightmare of all the arrested agents, even the participants behind the scenes, MI6, and even the entire United Kingdom. It can be imagined that within a few years, MI6 will become an evil organization that everyone in Europe calls for fighting, and they will be even more discredited and will never be restored!

Fear, sadness, panic, sadness... All these things turned into extremely heavy regrets deep in their hearts. If they were given another chance to choose, these British agents would not accept this task no matter what. However, all this could not be repeated. They could only watch them arrested, exposed, scolded, or even abandoned...

The assassination farce in front of Schindler's Cafe ended in a hurry with the arrest of several British agents. In less than an hour, the police who completed the on-site evidence collection lifted the blockade, and the entire street returned to its previous quiet and peaceful state, as if nothing had happened.

Such a scene also appeared in the manor located in the outskirts of Frankfurt, Sales Director of Thomson Technology, France. It was quiet and peaceful. Sarkozy sat on the lawn in the manor, drinking freshly ground coffee calmly, staring at the beautiful scenery in the distance, feeling a sense of indescribable pleasure......

"There should be good news in another hour!"

Sarkozy murmured, and felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. From the Sino-French demonstration duel to the complete elimination of Lu Jiadong, who was against him, in a short period of time, he judged the situation and planned the situation, and almost took advantage of the changes in relations between countries brought about by the outbreak of the Cabernet War to the extreme, not only setting up a double insurance eradication plan.

He also took advantage of Britain and Argentina's eagerness to deal with the war and made a fortune. He made millions of dollars in net profits, both eliminating dissidents and making money. He killed two birds with one stone and played with everyone in an applause. Who else can do this in the world today except for his extremely smart Sarkozy?

"It's a pity that China's Lu!" Sarkozy, who was proud of himself, took a sip of coffee and sighed slightly, but the irrepressible joy on his face exposed the excitement in his heart, and also made his sigh turn into tears of a crocodile:

"If I listen to my cooperation with me, why would this be? It's a pity that your smart mind. For this reason, after I return to China, I will go to Notre Dame to pray for you, and also allow you to rest in peace..."

After Sarkozy's extremely hypocritical words were said, he picked up the coffee, but before he could get it to his mouth, he heard Le Pen shouting in a shocked voice:

"Mr. Sarkozy, Mr. Sarkozy, it's not good...... it's not good..."

When Sarkozy heard Le Pen's words, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then stood up. At this time, Le Pen had already rushed to Sarkozy's side, and he didn't bother to take a breath and said in great panic:

"Sir... it's over... it's completely..."

"What's over?"

"Stir... Assassination..."

"Not successful?" Sarkozy asked in disbelief, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly stood upside down, showing a fierce look: "Are the British a good man? Can't even an ordinary Chinese get rid of it?"

"It's nothing to be able to do it. It would be fine if Lu Jiadong ran away quietly..." Le Pen had recovered at this time. Regardless of how ugly Sarkozy's face looked, he told the news he had just received:

"But now British Consul General Nie! Woo! De was injured by the bombing, and all British agents were arrested..."

"Pu~~"

Before Le Pen finished speaking, the coffee in Sarkozy's hand fell straight to the ground, falling into pieces and messy...
Chapter completed!