At the entrance of the mansion, Mr. Conan hid in the gate and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the group of people outside the iron gate.
"Hey! Old man! Put down the gun, don't force us to do it!"
Take action?
Veterans who have experienced bloody battlefields will not be intimidated by these gangsters.
"I'll blow your cocks to pieces one by one first, and then you can show me how to do it with your hands?"
The vulgar words angered this group of criminals. They opened their clothes and exposed various firearms, preparing to scare Mr. Conan.
At this time, Will walked out of the villa, and the group of people outside immediately looked into the garden.
"This is private property, gentlemen. Is there anything that needs to be done in the middle of the night?"
Will held a cup of coffee and stood on the garden path, calmly staring at the group of uninvited guests at the door.
"You are the owner of this house, right? We are helping the police station search and arrest the wanted criminal. If he hides in this yard, he may threaten your life."
The guys outside the door are not simple fools, they will also make up lame lies to cover up their crimes.
Will saw that everyone on the other side had guns in their hands, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily, but he did not dare to run away because the boss was still watching from the window upstairs.
"Wanted criminal? Who is it?"
"The Cambino family, the White Hand!"
After hearing this, Will had already begun to speculate on the identity of Mr. Mike.
But even so, this matter is not his responsibility. After all, he is an employee, not the owner.
"Bai... are you a gangster..." Will drank coffee to cover up his inner nervousness.
Putting down the cup, he stared at the group of people outside: "Do you think I am the kind of person who would hide criminals?"
"Of course it doesn't look like it, but we are worried that criminals will sneak into your yard and hide, so we need to come in and search."
"Hehehe..." Will suddenly laughed, "This is Baker Street! I think you guys look like criminals. Who else would carry a gun with them except the police? You are not welcome here, leave now!"
As soon as he said such strong words, Will felt a little regretful.
He wanted to drive the other party away early, but he was also afraid of angering this group of people.
Will kept praying in his heart: I just hope that Mr. Victor can move quickly enough!
Realizing that the owner's attitude suddenly became tougher, the group of guys outside looked at each other and actually took two steps forward.
"If you dare to move again, I will blow your dick to pieces immediately!"
Conan spit and cursed.
"Old man! You only have a gun and you can still..."
Bang!!!
Bang!!
Bang!
……
Six gunshots instantly erupted from the window on the second floor of the villa. Five bullets hit the gun hidden in the clothes of the five opponents very accurately, while the sixth bullet was "skewed" and hit the person who spoke.
In a person's mouth, all his teeth were shattered, and his mouth exploded.
What's interesting is that the guy is not dead yet, covering his mouth full of blood and howling in pain.
Mr. Conan immediately stood up and sprayed the last guy directly in the chest. As soon as the guy pulled out his gun, Conan blew him away.
This group of uninvited guests never expected that this family would be so decisive in their actions, and their shooting techniques would be even more swift and accurate, leaving them no chance to fight back.
Several gunshots made too much noise. Police sirens were heard from the other end of the street, and three or four policemen came running over quickly.
Mr. Conan rushed out of the gate, took a gun to drive away the remaining unarmed guys, and drove them to the opposite side of the road, where he collided with the police and were all knocked down.
"Cigar club bastards...are you so stupid that you don't even read the house number?"
The police also expressed surprise that cigars would appear in Baker Street.
One of the police officers had a very complicated look in his eyes, and his words were filled with ridicule and some kind of blame, as if he was teaching a pig teammate a lesson.
Of course, Mr. Conan couldn't hear the deeper meaning in the other person's tone. He just handed the prisoner to the police and then explained to the other person what just happened.
"Sorry! Sir!" the police greeted Will at the door of the mansion, "We will increase patrols in the streets and alleys, and we will never let this kind of bastard harass you again."
Although Will was relieved, it didn't mean that he didn't have any resentment in his heart. Taking this opportunity, he deliberately provoked the police officers and said, "Can you tell me about cigars? I remember they are local gangs who often hang out in dock areas and slums.
What are you doing there? Why did you break into Baker Street and say you were assisting the police in hunting down criminals?"
Upon hearing this, two of the police officers had extremely ugly expressions, while the other two were very angry.
"They are criminals and vicious liars. I promise that nothing like this will happen again, sir..." A police officer with an ugly face assured Will.
Will waved his hand, not wanting to tangle with these people anymore, and asked them to get out of sight as soon as possible.
Watching the police take away the cigar club members, Victor put his gun back at the window on the second floor.
He has already loaded his second round of bullets, and if the group of people outside don't run away, he is ready to aim at these guys' heads.
Of the six bullets fired in a row, five of them hit the intended target, and only one missed, blowing the guy's mouth open.
But no matter what, long-term marksmanship training has made Victor more and more accurate.
He did not choose to kill from the beginning because he did not want to attract too much attention from the police.
In such a conflict, just beat the opponent away and let Mr. Conan kill one or two. If there are too many dead, the police may come in to collect evidence, which will be troublesome.
Looking back at the corridor, Mike didn't listen to Victor's words, came out of the study, and was standing there nervously.
Victor wiped the dark muzzle of the gun with a handkerchief: "The matter is solved, at least you can sleep well tonight."
……
I’ve seen a lot, so I’m not surprised at all.
If you can survive the bloody battle in the east, tonight's crisis is just a small fight.
Similarly, after being able to survive the Jotun catastrophe, Abigail didn't have much psychological fluctuations in the dismissal notice sent by Velen.
It was still due to the time difference, and Yodon was still in the daytime.
Today is the day Abigail is discharged from the hospital, and the reason why she is discharged is not because her injury has improved, but because the hospital can't do anything about scars of this level, and there is no point in staying any longer.
Although half of her body was covered in horrific scars, like blackened bones, Abigail could still move her hands and feet and did not need a cane. Compared with other victims, she was very lucky.
However, if she wants to go out, she still has to wrap half of her body in bandages, otherwise she will scare a group of children when she walks on the street.
As for the dismissal notice from Wei Lun, she received it before she left the hospital. It was a telegram sent by someone from the telegraph office.
The content is very simple. The top management of Velen Xinxing Newspaper actually knew about Abigail’s current situation early on.
Although they did not see Abigail's injuries with their own eyes, they also understood that this lady would not be able to return to her job and continue working, so they fired her very decisively and found various reasons not to compensate her.
"Asshole...how could they do this to you! It's too abominable, I'm going to settle the score with them!" After Aunt Rachel learned about this, she was even more angry than Abigail and almost gave up the chairs in the hospital lobby.
Overturned.
Abigail crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the corner, staring blankly at the brick pattern on the ground without saying anything.
"I rented a house in the city. It's quite spacious. You haven't fully recovered yet. I'll stay in the city of Yodon for two days, and then we'll..."
Listening to Aunt Rachel's plan, Abigail's mind was not focused on that at all. She was now filled with one thought - she had to find a way to get the sheep skull statue and Mr. Yi's incense back! p>