While Mr. Thorpe was enjoying his family, poor Thomas Darby was sitting on the plane flying to London. Although it was first class, this back and forth also made Thomas extremely angry. He hated Bobby, this barbaric man.
The African chief hated the Chinese guys who caused him trouble, and he also hated Thorpe, his harsh boss.
But at this moment, he can only fly back to London obediently and try every means to kill those hateful guys. Although Thomas is a lawyer, he is quite accomplished in killing people and silencing them. In fact, he grew up in the East End of London and knew many murderers.
Mafia friends setting fire.
The first thing he did after returning to London was to rush to the Barmuny Hotel to see what tricks Bobby had done. Thomas heard Mr. Thorpe say a Chinese proverb, if flies don't bite seamless eggs, if Bobby doesn't
If he's being cunning, the Chinese won't be able to find him.
As expected, the cunning African chief ignored Thomas' questioning and even threatened to fire him, which made Thomas even more angry. However, he still maintained the demeanor of a humble gentleman and left politely.
Then he started making phone calls to mobilize the power at his disposal.
The original two bodyguards were dismissed and replaced by four big men from the East District. They were not retired special forces, but serious gangsters who had been fighting in the city. In fact, they were more powerful than the so-called special forces.
Can handle complex scenes, because this is London after all, not Baghdad.
His Royal Highness Bobby soon realized that he was under house arrest in disguise. No matter where he went, people were watching him. Thorpe's power was very powerful, and it was useless to call the police. And Bobby had few useful friends in London. This
At that time, the only person he could rely on was Liu Ziguang.
Bobby took out the SIM card hidden deep in his wallet and put in a phone call: "Mr. Liu, I have seriously considered your proposal and I agree with you. At the most critical moment of the war, the king should fight with him.
The subjects fought side by side."
Liu Ziguang did not seem surprised: "Your Highness, I am very pleased that you can make a wise decision. My friends and I will ensure the safety of your journey."
Putting down the phone, Liu Ziguang asked: "How is the situation?"
"There are four people over there at the hotel. They are all local mafia. One of them is a middleweight boxing champion. He may have a gun on him, that's all." Dongfang Ke, who was in charge of staying behind, reported that Zhang Baiqiang and the others all went out to inspect the location.
This gang of gangsters has a very steady style of acting. They must know themselves and their enemies before doing anything, otherwise they will never attack easily.
The Leituo Group is headquartered in London, but the idea of rushing in and killing them is definitely unfeasible and stupid. Apart from the name Thorpe, there is almost no evidence to prove that the Leituo Group is involved in this matter. According to Dongfang Ke's analysis
, Thorpe is most likely working for a certain heavyweight director in Leituo Group, and this person is the real murderer.
But it is extremely difficult to find out the real culprit. Let alone investigating the directors of Leituo Group, it is difficult to investigate the whereabouts of Thorpe. These high-end business people have no end in sight, coupled with the three cunning rabbits, without the support of a strong intelligence system, only
It is difficult to catch their tail by relying on scraps of information on the Internet.
Liu Ziguang's plan was to bring His Royal Highness Bobby back to Sissadamoa. Taking control of the crown prince was equivalent to taking control of the political power, changing from passive to active, and he was not afraid that Thorpe would not show up.
In the evening, Alexander came back after going out to purchase weapons. He had several powerful Russian friends in London who dealt in black market arms. Liu Ziguang specially gave him 10,000 euros in cash, but the arms Alexander brought back disappointed him.
Three 9mm automatic pistols, two 357-caliber revolvers, and a double-barreled shotgun with the barrel and butt cut off were all Alexander brought back.
"Where's the sniper rifle I want? Where's the submachine gun? Where's the grenade?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"It is not easy to get these. Although the UK does not ban guns, gun control is extremely strict, especially automatic firearms and explosives, which are difficult to obtain. Even gun dealers will not touch such things easily because they will be
Treat people as terrorists." Alexander explained, and finally convinced Liu Ziguang that the 10,000 euros were spent on the right path.
Half an hour later, people who were away on business started to arrive one after another. The first person to come back was Chu Xiangdong. Liu Ziguang valued this Jiangbei fellow and the relationship between them was closer. In the afternoon, he was sent out by Liu Ziguang to perform a separate mission. Even Zhang Baiqiang did not
Know what he went to do.
"It's done, boss." Chu Xiangdong nodded to Liu Ziguang, glanced at the pistol on the table, picked up one and said, "It's quite handy, did you make it?"
"This is not for you." Alexander took the gun from Chu Xiangdong's hand, thrust the double-barreled shotgun into his hand and said, "This suits your temperament, my friend."
Chu Xiangdong laughed: "It's quite interesting, I actually know that I like to play with heavy firepower."
Alexander couldn't understand what he said, but it could be seen from his smile that the other party was quite satisfied. He shrugged and handed the wooden-handled pistol with a unique shape and a long barrel to Liu Ziguang.
"Boss, I prepared this specially for you."
Liu Ziguang took it too far. From the inscription on the sleeve, he could tell that it was a Swiss SIG P210 nine-millimeter pistol. It was probably a bit old.
"Well, is it specially prepared for me? What's the point?" Liu Ziguang asked, playing with the pistol. He shook the pistol vigorously, but he couldn't hear any sound. This shows that the meshing between the parts is quite precise. Switzerland may have mastered the craftsmanship of making clocks.
Come and make weapons.
"Of course, the cost of a P210 is comparable to that of a submachine gun. Because there are guide rails in its sleeve, it is extremely stable when shooting, and its accuracy can be compared to that of a rifle. In other words, when this gun is in the hands of a sharpshooter, it is
It can suppress a rifle." Alexander said show off. Although his words were a bit exaggerated, the accuracy of this gun cannot be underestimated.
While they were talking, Zhang Baiqiang and others also came back. Except for Lu Hai who was monitoring Bobby in the hotel, everyone sat at the table to discuss an action plan. It was by no means an easy task to transport Bobby out of the UK. They
Their opponents can easily mobilize the black and white forces across the UK to intercept and hunt them. Although the mafia in London is not as crazy as the drug gangs in South America, they are not good men and women either. The density of security surveillance cameras in the UK is the highest in the world.
Finally, it is quite difficult for just six people to fight against such a powerful force.
The table was filled with beer bottles, cigarettes, and newly bought bullets. Everyone was drinking beer while loading magazines, five pistols, and a No. 4 shotgun. The firepower was too weak, but it was difficult.
Failing to defeat the gangsters, Zhang Baiqiang looked at the beer bottles on the table and figured out his plan.
The phone rang, and it was Zhao Hui. He reported the latest situation to Liu Ziguang. According to information obtained through special channels, two fighter jets did take off from the air force base in Angola that day, and their numbers were exactly 37 and 45.
Moreover, they left with a full load of ammunition and returned empty.
"But they are not here to deal with you. You haven't touched their core interests yet. I think they want to bomb the airport. Well, there are some people on Ivan's transport plane who are determined to retaliate, not to mention them.
We lost one jet first," Zhao Hui said.
"Okay, thank you. I have a call coming in. I'll call you later." Liu Ziguang answered another call, which was from Lu Hai.
"Boss, a few people came to the hotel, and they all brought guys with them. They may be coming for us." Lu Hai lowered his voice and said.
"How many people are there in total, and what are their characteristics?"
"There are currently four people. No, they are coming towards me."
Before the phone was hung up, a fierce fight was heard over there. Three minutes later, the phone seemed to be picked up by another person, and an angry East End accent came: "Listen, boys, your friends are here with me."
If you want him to survive, come here immediately!"
The phone was hung up, and a monotonous busy tone came. Liu Ziguang turned off the speakerphone, looked around at his companions with angry faces, and asked calmly: "How to deal with it?"
Zhang Baiqiang was filled with murderous intent. He slapped the table and stood up. The word "gan" almost came out of his mouth, but he endured it. He looked at Liu Ziguang and said, "Boss, what do you think we should do?"
"Go, but you need to prepare something." Liu Ziguang said.
Half an hour later, two taxis stopped in front of the Bamuni Hotel. Four Asians got out of the car and walked into the hotel proudly. A tall, round-waisted blond man in the lobby saw them coming in. He stood up and made a gesture, leading the four people.
Come to the conference hall on the second floor.
There are a few guys in suits and ties sitting in the conference hall. They are the old mafia in London. They often solve some troublesome problems for decent people. London is a cosmopolitan city, full of drug trafficking, violence, pornography, and everything happens every day.
Many people died and disappeared. A few headless corpses in the Thames River was not a big deal. They did this very well and there was no difficulty at all.
Plastic gloves, silent pistols, cars carrying corpses, and chemicals for cleaning blood stains have been prepared. The mafiosi are waiting in the hotel room with a carefree attitude. Although the West District is not their territory, they have already passed through the above and local authorities.
The gang leaders reached an understanding and could say anything as long as they didn't alert the police.
Lu Hai, who had a bruised nose and face, sat on a chair. Although he was extremely strong, Asians' physiques could not compete with Europeans who grew up eating beef and cheese. Seeing their scarred brothers, Zhang Baiqiang and others were filled with anger and couldn't help but
He reached for his waist and touched it.
Several pistols were immediately aimed at them. The mafiosi were all over 1.85 meters tall and their aura was much higher than theirs.
"No one moves, I don't want to dirty the carpet." The mafia said with a evil smile.
But these four Asians were unmoved and pulled off their clothes with a swipe. The mafia in the conference room were stunned! These desperate thugs actually tied detonators all over their bodies to negotiate.
Rows of tightly bundled red detonators, colorful wires, and loose-crank switches in their hands all told the mafia that this group of people had a good background, and they were definitely not what their employer described.
A group of Chinese gangsters who live in a place they are unfamiliar with.
"Just shoot, I believe the explosives here are enough to blow up the hotel." Liu Ziguang said proudly.
The mafiosi were in a panic. They were just asking for money. No one could risk their lives. At this moment, their leader felt that there seemed to be something on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab it but failed to catch it. One of his subordinates said in surprise: "Boss,
There is a red spot on your face."
"There is no doubt that you have been locked by the laser sight. With my order, you and your guys will be shot in the head with a sniper rifle." Liu Ziguang said coldly.
The mafia leader held back his anger, raised his hands and said, "Okay, I quit."
"Keep the gun, thank you." Liu Ziguang said.
The boss took a deep breath. It was a big day today. He thought he was just dealing with a few small fish. Unexpectedly, he encountered a gangster who dared to risk his life. He even suspected that he met a terrorist. This was seriously beyond the scope of the London Mafia.
The scope that the party can control.
"Give them the gun," the leader said.
The mafiosi threw their guns to the ground angrily, and when they were about to leave, Lu Hai suddenly got angry and punched the mafia leader in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
The leader covered his nose, stretched out his hand to stop the angry-eyed men, and said bitterly: "It's nothing, let's go."
"Did I let you go?" Liu Ziguang picked up the automatic pistol with a silencer, smiled, and suddenly fired several shots. Blood spattered on the legs of the mafiosi, and they all fell down wailing.
"Tie him up and gagged him, Crow, follow me upstairs to pick him up!" Liu Ziguang threw the gun to Chu Xiangdong, took Crow out and ran towards Bobby's floor.
The mafiosi's hands and feet were tied with plastic handcuffs, and their mouths were stuffed with socks. They were writhing angrily in the corner of the conference room. Lu Hai sneered and said: "Don't be awkward, the more you move, the faster the blood will flow."
, when we leave, people will naturally come to rescue you."
However, Zhang Baiqiang and the others took off the detonators tied in their windbreakers and threw them aside. Chu Xiangdong said with emotion: "Damn, the boss is really smart. Adding ham sausage and wires scared the shit out of these ghost guys."
Fortunately, the mafia couldn't understand his Jiangbei dialect, otherwise they would have been mad.