By the time Stackhouse arrived at Li Yan's apartment, the battle was already over.
Within just two minutes, all 12 gunmen were shot dead by Li Yan, and none survived. Li Yan himself was unhurt.
The crushing of professionals against amateurs is so cruel and ruthless, there is no chance at all.
"I was reading the newspaper at home, and suddenly I heard the sound of brakes outside, and then a group of people rushed in. I opened the door, and a vicious guy pointed a gun at me and ordered me to return to the room. Then I heard continuous
"God, my home was destroyed by gunfire and violent explosions." The landlord in pajamas was being questioned by the police downstairs. He suffered heavy losses today.
When Stackhouse got out of the car, he noticed two bodies lying on the street. Both of them had been shot in the head. There were large blood stains on the scene.
Before Stackhouse had time to take a closer look, two policemen covered the body with a white cloth. The scene was really horrific.
Li Yan was sitting in a police car and was also being questioned by the police.
"I will not answer any of your questions before meeting my lawyer, and I am the Second Class Attaché at the Embassy and Consulate of Southern Africa in the British Empire. I have diplomatic immunity. I request to contact the embassy immediately." Just killed 12
Personally, Li Yan's face didn't change. He was as relaxed as if he had gone out to walk the dog after dinner. In just such a short time, Li Yan was still in the mood to change his clothes and shine his shoes.
Without wiping it, the entire corridor on the second floor had turned into a slaughterhouse. When Li Yan went downstairs, his shoes were inevitably stained with blood.
Although Li Yan is not picky when it comes to clothes, he is never stingy when it comes to shoes. He has custom-made leather boots made of handmade calf leather. Each pair is worth 2 pounds and 12 shillings. They are worth owning.
The police officer sitting opposite Li Yan looked at Li Yan with very complicated eyes.
As a police officer, you have to face various crime scenes every day.
It is certain that today’s crime scene will leave an unforgettable impression on everyone.
As a police officer, we have to face various parties every day.
It is certain that Li Yan is the most special one among them.
Those are 12 living lives, not chickens, not sheep, but human beings!
The calmness and indifference shown by Li Yan definitely didn't look like he had just killed 12 people with his own hands. Ordinary people, let alone 12 people? Even killing 12 chickens in a row? It probably requires psychological reconstruction.
Butcher doesn't count, that's a profession.
Li Yan behaves like a professional butcher.
“Hello, police officer? I am Stackhouse, the attaché of the Southern African Embassy in the UK. Can we talk?” Stackhouse looked at Li Yan with a particularly complicated expression.
With Li Yan's behavior, it is estimated that Stackhouse will soon be transferred to make way for Li Yan.
"Sure" as the officer got out of the car? Stackhouse noticed the officer was visibly relieved.
It is estimated that in a narrow place like a car, Li Yan put more pressure on the police officer.
"I know what you want to say to me? Can you hire a lawyer for this guy? Go to the police station to handle the bail procedures. I don't need to emphasize other things. You also know that such a big thing has happened? It has attracted the attention of the above? I
He's a small person and doesn't want to cause trouble." The police officer told the truth. When the matter reached this point, there was no room for accommodation.
“I understand, I understand? I just want to remind you that this guy has a bad temper.” Stackhouse was also speechless. Being a police officer in London must be quite tiring.
“You don’t need to remind me, God? In less than two minutes, 12 people? How did you do it? This guy is a monster.” The police simply cannot understand the combat power of the top mercenaries.
Stackhouse couldn't answer this question. He could only give the police officer a look and let the police officer experience it for himself.
It also takes time to apply for bail. Before that, Li Yan was taken back to the police station by the police.
The police officers seemed to know that they could not get anything out of Li Yan, or that no one wanted to be alone with Li Yan. After Li Yan was taken to the police station, he was thrown directly into an iron cage where criminals were temporarily held.
Oh, it’s not throwing, it’s asking.
There is no need to put this in quotation marks. The police treated Li Yan very politely and did not even wear handcuffs.
When Li Yan walked into the iron cage, there were already six people in the iron cage. Five white people were sitting on one side of the cage, and there was another Indian who was cleaning.
It is really cleaning. This kind of iron cage, forget about the bathroom, there is not even a wooden bucket, so you can only relieve yourself on the spot.
Seeing Li Yan in a three-piece suit, the five white men all showed malicious smiles.
“Oh, a fresh pretty boy, Mike, it’s really easy for you bastard”
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“Boy, why were you imprisoned?”
There was more than one iron cage in the room. Li Yan was locked in the one closest to the door. Before the police left, the prisoners in the other iron cages started teasing him.
Unfortunately, the lighting in the room was severely insufficient, and the other prisoners did not notice the strange expression on the face of the police officer who sent Li Yan in when they teased him.
What Li Yan didn't expect was that the white people on one side of the iron cage hadn't spoken yet, and the only one with a big turban came over first.
“Yellow skin, Japanese? No, Japanese people can’t be so tall, that’s not right even Chinese people, Chinese people don’t have your temperament, southern Africans,” the big turban said to himself, confirming Li Yan’s identity in a few words.
Hmm, let’s not talk about whether what you say sounds good or not. As expected, everyone is talented.
Li Yan has no interest in saying hello to the big turban.
Don’t pay attention to the other clamoring guys in the cage.
walked to the side of the iron cage and looked at several white people who were half lying and half sitting with calm expressions: "Get up and make room for me."
It's really not that Li Yan is bullying anyone. This part of the entire iron cage looks relatively clean.
“Whahahahaha boy, do you know who you are talking to?”
“Mike, someone asked you to get up, hurry up!”
“Strip him naked, I like this boy’s shoes”
The prisoners in the iron cages nearby watched the excitement without taking it too seriously. It was rare to see the newcomers so arrogant.
"Chi" Among the white men who were half lying and half sitting, the strongest guy showed a disdainful smile on his face, and suddenly spat on Li Yan's shoes.
“Asshole, you ruined my shoes”
There was immediately someone wailing in the iron cage next to him.
Li Yan glanced at the phlegm on his shoes and took a step closer to the strongest guy.
“Come here and lick it clean for me!”
These words were really arrogant. Miraculously, the voices in the nearby iron cages were actually quieter.
Don’t think that criminals are all stupid and stupid. Those who are stupid and stupid will die on the streets before they even go to jail. The so-called gangsters do not necessarily have great abilities, but they must have great ability to observe people’s emotions.
“Little bastard, let me teach you a lesson!” The white man closest to Li Yan got up and wanted to teach Li Yan a lesson.
Li Yan flew up and kicked the white man back.
咚!
The white man’s head hit the steel pipe as thick as his arm, and he collapsed to the ground without saying a word.
The whole cell was suddenly silent.
“I said come here and lick it clean for me!” Li Yan repeated, and this time no one dared to laugh.
The spitting guy was probably Mike. He glanced at Li Yan, smiled softly, and then looked at the turban.
The big turban shrank back and lay down.
“Get out, it’s not you, come over here and lick it clean for me!” Li Yan’s fault lies with his debtor.
The smile on Mike's face finally stiffened, and his interested eyes then turned into fierceness.
“Brother, don’t go too far.” Mike felt bad. He had actually made a concession, but it was a pity that Li Yan didn’t appreciate it.
Li Yan said nothing and looked at Mike calmly.
Mike didn’t speak either, and his fierce eyes held an undistinguishable fear.
"Come here, lick it clean for me. Why are you here performing a stage play with me?" Li Yan was impatient. Don't be polite when dealing with these guys. Any concessions you make will be regarded as flinching by him.
The environment in the jungle society is very cruel. Educational resources are limited, medical resources are limited, and even food and bridges to sleep at night are limited. Therefore, if you want to survive, you have to fight and rob. No one will take the initiative if you don't fight or rob.
Give it to you.
Mike and the other three white men finally stood up, all gearing up to stretch their muscles.
Li Yan didn’t have much to do. He just took off his coat, but he couldn’t find a place to put it after searching around.
Then he placed it on the top of the head of the big turban.
The big turban is held up obediently, and I don’t dare to breathe.
“Come on, boy, let me see.” A white man who was in a boxing posture said nothing and was kicked unconscious by Li Yan.
Another guy looked at the fainted white man and was stunned. Before he could even raise his head, he was kicked unconscious by Li Yan.
“Bastard!” Mike punched and charged forward, but saw Li Yan suddenly jump up and spin his body in the air, and then Mike was kicked away by Li Yan.
咚!
Mike also hit the steel pipe hard and did not hit his head. However, Mike fell to the ground motionless.
Li Yan was almost speechless. He knew how hard it would be. This kick would definitely not kill anyone, nor would it knock him unconscious.
So pretending to be dead, or pretending to be stunned, seems to be the optimal solution to the situation at hand for Mike.
What else can we do?
If you can’t beat him, can you really lick him? Then will he be able to survive in the future?
The consequences of not licking would be equally serious. Judging from how ruthless Li Yan was, Mike would probably be beaten to death if he didn't lick.
So comprehensive analysis, although pretending to be dead is a bit miserable, it can protect your face in time.
At this time, there was only the last white man standing in front of Li Yan.
As I said just now, everyone here is talented and speaks well.
So Li Yan didn’t even raise his hands, so the white man took the initiative to kneel down and put his hands together and raised them above his head.
“Sir, I was wrong”
While the white man was speaking, he took the initiative to take off his hat and gently wiped the phlegm off Li Yan's shoes.
That's right. If it had been like this, why would there be so many bad things?
Many disputes in this world are due to the fact that too many people cannot see the situation clearly, either underestimating their opponents or overestimating themselves.
