Bobby was an African royal who received higher education from the UK. In terms of bloodline and IQ, he was not inferior to the so-called secretary named Thomas in front of him. Bobby even suspected that this guy was sent by Thorpe to monitor him.
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London is a free and open city, and it is also a paradise for politicians. Presidents who have fallen from power, generals who have fallen from power, and kings who have been overthrown all gather here. London is also the center of international arms trading and defense consulting services.
Spies, separatists, and a motley assortment of dissidents moved through London's fog like salmon in the Thames.
When he first arrived in London, His Royal Highness Bobby had a secretary, two valets, a chef, a driver, etc., but due to lack of money, they all were dismissed, leaving only two tough former Royal Guards soldiers, but they did not pass.
Not long after, the two men had a conflict in a bar and were seriously injured, so now His Highness only has an unpaid valet named Arthur. For some reason, His Highness Bobby has a strange feeling for this little boy.
, I always feel like I’ve seen it before but I can’t tell where I’ve seen it.
Nowadays, Mr. Thomas is responsible for the safety of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Western Saddamoa. Two white bodyguards armed with live ammunition are always at his side. Of course, the expensive expenses are paid by Mr. Thorpe. Now Bobby lives in a hotel called Barmu on Kensington Road.
The price of a luxury suite in a five-star hotel in Nigeria is 500 pounds per day. It is very close to Hyde Park and Kensington Palace, but His Highness Bobby is not satisfied. In his imagination, a prince is not
Instead of staying in a hotel, you should live in a palace outside London, with stables and a swimming pool, and a British thoroughbred racehorse.
But Mr. Thorpe obviously didn't want to spend more money on His Highness. In addition to the cost of food, accommodation and bodyguards, he only gave Bobby 50,000 pounds a month. From the perspective of Bobby, who was used to spending a lot of money, he could only
It's equivalent to pocket money.
Angry and having to succumb to reality, Bobby thought of his nephew Martin who was fighting in the African jungle. This young man once studied in China, met some enthusiastic friends, and even raised an army with their help.
Bee had high hopes for Martin's army at the beginning, but later, under Thomas's slander, he actually doubted his nephew. In addition, at that time, Mr. Thorpe had hired Faulkner, a well-known mercenary in London.
The colonel left for Africa, so Bobby followed suit and sent a letter to relieve Martin of his command.
But afterwards, the more Bobby thought about it, the more something was wrong. Thorpe's series of actions made him feel deeply uneasy, so he thought of Martin again, and called his nephew in Africa behind Thomas' back in the hotel room.
After hearing the news that the Western Civil Liberation Army was about to receive a large amount of weapons and ammunition support, Bobby was very excited and immediately ordered his secretary, Thomas, to send a letter appointing Martin as the commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Royal Army.
This was a clever move that Bobby was proud of. Martin's second brigade could give him, the prince, an extra card, which could at least restrain Thorpe's mercenaries. But what he didn't expect was that shortly after the appointment was made,
The Royal Second Brigade was completely destroyed.
Thomas didn't even frown after telling him about this incident. It seemed that only a few ants died, not His Highness's loyal subjects. This made Bobby very uncomfortable, but he still suppressed his anger and came to the Royal Shakespeare Theater to enjoy it.
dance.
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The Rolls-Royce gradually disappeared on the misty street corner. A few minutes later, two Asian young men wearing ski jackets and woolen hats walked into the hotel lobby while talking and laughing in Cantonese. They were Hong Kong guests who had just checked into the hotel.
He is modest, gentle and polite, and like most Chinese people living in London, he does not like to cause trouble.
After they entered the door, they found that the elevator door was about to close, and they quickly shouted: "Wait a minute." However, the people in the elevator were unmoved and pressed the door-closing button anyway. The shorter young man quickly stepped forward and opened the door.
After closing the elevator door, he turned around and shouted: "Come on, you can still take it."
Liu Ziguang, who was dressed in casual clothes, walked to the elevator door and saw four Indian and Pakistani people standing inside. One of them was older, wearing a suit and glasses, with gray hair, and the other three were tough young guys.
Wearing an air headset and a small badge on the collar of his suit, the black gun handle can be vaguely seen in the open front of his suit.
"You guys can take the next bus." One of the young people said stiffly, his English had a strong foreign flavor.
"Let them in." The middle-aged man said with a smile, stopping his men from trying to drive them out.
The elevator door slowly closed, and six people looked at each other in the small elevator space. The three people dressed as bodyguards seemed very nervous, but the middle-aged man was very relaxed and casual, and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Liu Ziguang: "
Chinese?"
"Yes sir, we are from Hong Kong, China." Liu Ziguang replied politely.
"China is a great country, and the Chinese nation is a hard-working and brave nation. If I have the opportunity, I would like to go to Beijing and Shanghai again." The middle-aged man said sincerely, with true feelings in his eyes.
"Thank you, Your Excellency, Pakistan is also a great country."
While talking, the elevator stopped. The middle-aged man nodded to the two of them and went out under the protection of the bodyguards. The elevator door slowly closed and continued to go up. The real Hong Kong man blinked his eyes and asked: "What's the origin of the old man?"
, the aura is so strong?”
"Is this called strong? If it had been before, I'm afraid you would have been frightened by his domineering aura and bowed down." Liu Ziguang paused and then said: "He is the former president of Pakistan, the Army
Chief of General Staff, General, His Excellency Musharraf."
The crow stuck out his tongue and made a shocked expression: "London is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. You can easily meet presidents, kings and so on."
"Of course, what we are going to visit is also a king." As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the floor where His Highness Bobby lived. The room they booked was right next door to Bobby. The Barmuni Hotel is
A five-story Gothic building with windows so close together that one can easily climb into the next room.
After the two entered the house, they quickly checked. The window faced a green lawn. London's spring was humid and cold, and the outdoors was not that comfortable. Therefore, except for a worker operating a lawnmower outside,
It was empty without any tourists.
Liu Ziguang quickly put on a blue one-piece canvas suit similar to hotel plumbing work clothes, and tied a seat belt around his waist. He climbed out of the window in a dignified manner, walked a few steps along the window sill, and easily pushed Bobby away.
He opened the window of the room where His Highness lived. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slipped in, then carefully closed the window. Bobby's room was very large. It was a luxurious suite with all kinds of living facilities, including computers and fax machines. Liu Ziguang put on his
With plastic gloves, he used a pin to open the desk drawer and began to flip through the files. At the same time, he turned on the computer and took out a large-capacity USB flash drive from his pocket. He inserted it into the USB interface. While copying the files, he used a digital camera to take a picture.
Zhang took photos of paper documents...
After the performance, Bobby sent Thomas to invite a young dancer named Barbara to have dinner. Thomas despised the well-dressed African crown prince from the bottom of his heart, but he had to hold his nose and obey. Five minutes later he
He came back relaxedly and said to Bobby in the box: "Your Highness, unfortunately, Miss Barbara already has a date."
"Didn't you tell her my identity?" Bobby was a little angry. Everything was not going well. Now it was so difficult to even invite a dancer to have dinner and spend the night together.
"I told you, but unfortunately, Miss Barbara has already made an appointment with someone, I heard he is a prince from the United Arab Emirates." Thomas didn't care how angry Bobby was, in fact he was happy to see this deflated expression.
Little Arthur looked at His Highness Bobby for a while, and then looked at Thomas who was gloating about his misfortune. His bright black eyes suddenly flashed, and he obediently shrank aside and did not dare to speak, because he knew that His Highness would always use him as a punching bag when he was angry.
Bobby walked out of the theater angrily, got into the Rolls-Royce provided by the hotel, and said to the driver: "Drive!"
"I'm sorry, Sir, Mr. Thomas hasn't come yet." The driver said angrily. Although His Royal Highness Bobby was always generous when tipping, the driver could still tell who was the real boss.
"Your Highness, your windbreaker." Thomas, who came next, opened the car door, handed Bobby's windbreaker in, and said lightly: "I have something else to do, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you tomorrow."
"You can go about your business. It's fine for me to be alone." Bobby said angrily. Little Arthur didn't dare to show off his anger and followed the two bodyguards into the car. Thomas closed the door and Rolls Royce
Si set out on the road in the drizzle.
Suddenly, Bobby saw a familiar figure through the car window. It was Barbara, whom he had coveted for a long time. At this time, the beautiful dancer was sitting in a latest Mercedes-Benz sedan. No need to ask, this must be an Arab prince.
Cars, the chiefs of these oil countries spend money like water, which is not what the poor African crown prince can match.
Deeply stimulated, His Royal Highness Bobby secretly clenched his fists and glared at little Arthur. Little Arthur was immediately trembling with fear and curled up in his seat.
But Bobby wouldn't hit him immediately because the two white bodyguards were still in the car. Bobby didn't want to be in the Times for beating a servant. Moreover, Britain is a society governed by the rule of law. He might even go to jail for this, so he always
Beat up little Arthur in the hotel room to relieve his stress and anger.
In the room, Liu Ziguang had already photographed all the documents and briefly read the documents on the computer, but still could not find the most critical document, which was the contract signed by His Highness Bobby and the person behind the scenes. It seemed that Bobby
He is also a cautious person and understands that such top-secret documents cannot be left lying around, but where will the contract be placed? A reliable friend's home or a bank insurance counter. Both possibilities are very low. After thinking about it, Liu Ziguang finally thought of the room.
Safe provided by the hotel.
He soon found the safe behind an oil painting, but at this time His Highness Bobby's car had stopped at the door of the hotel. The doorman stepped forward and opened the car door. The tall bodyguard got out first, and then
The unhappy-looking Crown Prince and the trembling little Arthur.
"Swallows return to their nests, be quick." A guest sitting in the hotel lobby, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee, lowered his head and said softly to his collar.