When the police officer accompanied the lawyer into the cell, the cell was unusually quiet.
Apart from Li Yan, several other people were working hard to clean the iron cage where Li Yan was. Not only was the floor clean, but even the steel pipes were polished to a shiny finish.
When they saw the police officer, the eyes of Mike and several other white people were as hot as if they were seeing a savior.
Although the police officer said nothing, surprise was written on his face.
He was really curious about how Li Yan did it.
Li Yan’s lawyer is Nicholas Beard, who once defended the Admiralty Company in the litigation between the British Admiralty and the Admiralty Company.
When Nicholas Beard saw Li Yan, Li Yan was reading a newspaper.
God knows what newspapers were brought, there are always some weird things in prison, and some people do have great powers.
“Li, the vacation is over.” Nicholas Beard tapped Li Yan on the shoulder, and then saw the contents of the newspaper.
In the case of Roque's attack, the death toll of the guard has increased to six, and two wounded have died of their injuries in the hospital.
Li Yan put down the newspaper in his hand and left the room with Nicholas Beard.
As he walked to the door, Li Yan threw a pack of cigarettes to Mike and added: "This is your reward for cleaning."
Mike, who hurriedly caught the cigarette, was dumbfounded. It took him a long time to understand that this was called a clear distinction between grudges and grudges.
“No matter what they ask you later, you must wait for my prompt.” Nicholas Beard whispered to Li Yan.
Li Yan nodded slightly, Nicholas Beard was the expert in dealing with these policemen.
The inquiry room was not large, but was clean and tidy. Li Yan sat down on the chair next to the table, and Nicholas Beard sat slightly behind Li Yan.
The door opened and a middle-aged inspector came in.
"Name"
“Li Yan.”
"from where?"
Just as Li Yan was about to speak, Nicholas Beard handed over a piece of paper from behind with "British Empire" written on it.
“British Empire” Li Yan smiled. This identity is really useful.
“Aren’t you from southern Africa?” The inspector looked serious.
“Southern Africa is also part of the British Empire. This answer is not wrong.” Nicholas Beard was so busy that he knew you were still asking.
The inspector glared at Nicholas Beard and continued recording.
“Now tell me, what happened in the apartment?” the inspector continued to ask.
"Mr. Li is not a prisoner yet. You cannot treat Mr. Li the same way you treat a prisoner." Nicholas Beard sighed quietly: "And my client is a diplomat, and you have no right to interrogate him."
“You just said he was British, and now you say he is a diplomat, so who is he?” The inspector was furious. With a lawyer present? It was basically impossible to induce a confession.
As for torture
Are you kidding me? It’s not that the London police don’t know how to do it, they just want to see what others do.
“Ah ha ha? British diplomat Nicholas Beard couldn’t help but laugh out loud? The British Empire has its own national conditions here.
The inspector's breathing gradually became thicker, and his eyeballs began to become bloodshot. The veins on his forehead were beating wildly, and the pencil in his hand was broken into two pieces with a "pop".
At this moment a police officer walked in and whispered something to the inspector in a low voice.
The inspector had a subtle expression. He couldn't help but sigh after hearing the last part, then he closed the notebook, tucked it under his arm, and left without looking back.
Neither Li Yan nor Nicholas Beard realized what had happened.
“Let’s go, please come with me to pay the bail.” The police officer looked at Li Yan with curiosity. In just such a long time, Li Yan’s name had already spread throughout London.
At the same time, Li Yan's nickname "The Apartment Butcher" also spread throughout London!
Let the butcher be a butcher, and there is an apartment in front of it. It is not loud at all. Just look at the "Jack the Ripper" next door, which makes a child cry at night.
Is the London Police Department really dark? Li Yan’s bail requires a full 1,200 pounds. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence? 100 pounds per person.
Li Yan originally thought there would be a quarrel, but he didn't expect that he could leave so easily.
“Normal? The British want us to die together with certain people.” Nicholas Beard was not surprised. Maybe the inspector really wanted to uphold justice? It’s a pity that the people above didn’t think so.
For the Irish, the British government has nothing to do. Otherwise, the British government would not agree to Irish self-government.
Whether it was accidental or deliberate, the Irish came to Rock, and the British government was probably eager to use Rock's sword to deal with the Irish, so the British government would not cause trouble for Li Yan.
How great it is now that Southern Africans and Irish are killing each other, and the Metropolitan Police can still collect bail. If it were Roark, Roark would do the same.
I don’t know if Bezoidenholt conveyed the words properly. Three days passed by in a blink of an eye, and Rock didn’t get the response he wanted. Then Rock’s revenge came fast and fierce.
In a villa on the outskirts of Dublin in the Irish Free State, Bezoidenholt was pleading on the phone.
"I need more protection. The revenge of the southern Africans will come soon. If you can't do it, then send me to the United States. I don't want to wait to die here." Bezoidenhout
It could be felt that a huge danger was approaching. Although there were more than a dozen bodyguards protecting him inside and outside the villa, Bezoidenhout did not feel at all safe.
"Relax Bezoidenholt, you are safe now. This is Dublin, not London, and the Marquis' hands can't reach here yet." The person on the other end of the phone was calm and calm, and he seemed to be expecting something.
"I told you a long time ago, never underestimate the power of the Marquis of Nyasaland. That guy is a real butcher. Unlike those politicians in London, in some things, his men are more powerful than you.
"Professional" Bezoidenholt was simply desperate, and the person on the other end of the phone had evil intentions. He seemed to be using Bezoidenholt as bait, and might have already revealed Bezuidenholt's hiding place.
The Irish fought for independence in a different way from the Indians. The Indians used non-violent non-cooperation, while the Irish used violent non-cooperation.
However, when it comes to violence, the professional mercenaries of the Umbrella Company are the real experts. The combat effectiveness of the Irish resistance organization is like children's play house compared to the Umbrella Company.
"Don't worry, my friend, I will ensure your safety. If the men of the Marquis of Nyasaland dare to come to our Dublin, I will make sure they never come back." The word friend is particularly ironic here.
“You have no idea.” Before Bezoidenhout could speak, the phone call was suddenly cut off.
“Hello, hello” Bezoidenholt hadn’t realized what had happened yet. The quality of the magnet phone was not good enough, and disconnection was normal.
At this time, there was a sudden sound from downstairs, similar to a water bag bursting and a heavy object falling to the ground.
Bezoidenholt felt something bad and quietly came to the window to observe. He was surprised to find that the gunman who had been patrolling with a gun just now had collapsed on the lawn downstairs.
They are coming
I'm dying
The Irish are really unreliable
what do I do
Fight back or run away
For a moment, there were countless voices in Bezoidenholt's mind, as if there were a hundred little people quarreling.
This is the difference between professionals and amateurs. Li Yan in the previous chapter was already ready to fight back.
As for Bezoidenholt, there was no need to think about resisting. Escape was probably impossible. It was only then that Bezoidenholt realized the importance of physical exercise.
However, it was too late to think about it now. Bezoidenhout finally still had some blood, so instead of just waiting to be killed, he ran to the bedroom to get a gun.
Unfortunately, as soon as the bedroom door opened, Bezoidenhout found someone in the bedroom pointing a strange pistol at him.
It is indeed strange. This is the first time Bezoidenhout has seen a pistol equipped with a silencer.
Don’t doubt it, in 1922, the silencer had already been invented.
The person who invented the silencer was the son of the famous Maxim. He liked a quiet environment and especially disliked the sound of a shotgun when hunting, so he invented the silencer.
That was in 1908.
Nyasaland military industry began research on silencers a long time ago. The sound similar to the puncture of a water bag that Bezoidenholt heard just now was the sound of gunfire after using a silencer.
After installing a silencer, the sound is not completely silent. You can still hear it if the distance is not too far.
“Sir, please don’t shoot, I can do anything you ask.” Bezoidenholt collapsed to the ground in an instant.
“Bezoidenholt?” The gunman wearing a hood said in a cold voice.
"yes"
“I’m sorry!” the gunman suddenly apologized.
Bezoidenholt was overjoyed.
Poof!
The gunman opened fire directly without giving Bezoidenhout any chance.
Many people died on this day. Bezoidenhout was killed in a villa on the outskirts of Dublin. Also dead were more than a dozen of Bezuidenhout's bodyguards.
The famous London lawyer Charles David committed suicide in his office. The police found a suicide note left by Charles David at the scene. In his suicide note, he clearly wrote that he regretted what he had done over the years and hoped that God could forgive him.
he.
MP Napier Frederick had a car accident when he was returning to his apartment after attending a luncheon. A truck full of rocks crushed the car in which Pinel Frederick was riding. The scene was horrific.
Although on the surface, some of these deaths were murders and some were accidents, the family members of Charles David believed that the suicide note left by Charles David was not written by Charles David himself, but was forged by someone.
The truck that flattened the car that Pinel Frederic was riding in came from a London construction company with close ties to southern African capital.
As for Bezoidenhout, the battle in the villa ended in just two minutes. This time made many people feel familiar.
