After listening to Vice Dean Taylor's words, Charles and others' faces were gloomy, and they hated the people who attacked James and the others. If they can't find out who attacked them, then this incident will become a problem for everyone in the upper echelons of London."
"Catering Topic", many political opponents of Dean Charles will probably laugh for a long time.
For a moment, the corridor of the hospital was so quiet that you could hear everyone's breathing clearly. The atmosphere was so heavy that you could even cry. Everyone except Vice President Taylor was silent.
The depressing atmosphere in the corridor made Vice President Taylor feel uncomfortable. He was the first to break the dead silence and said: "President Charles, there is another patient!"
"Dean, James is still in the ward." The police sergeant came over and said.
Charles didn't speak but just nodded and followed Vice President Taylor into James' ward. James was lying on the bed, making gentle teeth grinding sounds from time to time. There was a layer of sweat on his forehead that had not yet dried, which was obviously caused by a gunshot wound.
of pain.
The sound of Charles and others opening the door woke up James who was squinting and sleepy. After being shot, he would be affected by any disturbance in the surrounding area. James lay on the bed and said feebly: "Who?"
Vice President Taylor walked over quickly and said: "Don't move around, the pain on the wound will be aggravated."
After James saw that it was Dr. Taylor, he closed his eyes again as if he was relieved. Dean Charles walked in after Dr. Taylor and looked at his son who was lying on the bed with multiple injuries. He did not disturb his rest.
Instead, he watched the doctor finish examining him and then left the ward together.
"Doctor, James' gunshot wound?"
"The patient's gunshot wounds did not damage important parts, and the fragments from the bomb explosion did not hurt him. The 'shock wave' caused by it only impacted his internal organs. You'd better go to a major hospital in London to have a full body examination on him.
"Dr. Taylor said to Dean Charles.
"Dr. Taylor, I will arrange for them to go to London tomorrow morning."
"You still need to pay more attention to their condition tonight." Dean Charles looked at Dr. Taylor and said.
"Dean Charles, this is our job."
"Okay." Dean Charles looked at Dr. Taylor, turned around and left the hospital with Lieutenant Avery and others.
"Dean, are you going back to the manor?" Lieutenant Avery asked.
"Go find Lieutenant Scott." Charles said while leaning on the backrest, and the driver started the car and left the hospital.
10 Fenchurch Street, London
On the second floor of an apartment, the curtains were tightly closed. There was a light on in a corner of the room, dispersing the darkness in the room a little. There were simple furniture and a bloated man sitting behind a boss's desk, holding a hand.
The Dunhill pipe he lit was smoking, and he looked at the other men sitting on the sofa in the room, silently.
A cloud of smoke hung over the dimly lit room. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a male servant came in with a teapot in his hand. He poured tea for the men in the room and left.
"How are things going?" The man sitting on the couch by the window was the first to break the dead silence in the room.
"They have completed half of the mission, it seems like this." The bloated man said as he took a puff of cigarette.
"If you fail, you won't get paid. You should understand this." The man sitting near the door, which was dimly lit and hidden in the shadows, said.
"Gentlemen, accidents can happen at any time. Even Satan sneezes sometimes." The bloated man said leaning on the boss's chair.
"The child was not brought. The mission was a failure. You must admit this." The man by the window repeated again.
"..."
"The people in that car are all lying in Christie Hospital now, and they will be in London before lunch tomorrow at the latest." The thin man who had been silent in the room suddenly interjected.
As soon as the thin man finished speaking, several people in the room fell silent. When the thin man said this, he obviously meant to attack James again.
"No, I got the news that in addition to being escorted by the small town patrol team, the Metropolitan Police Department will also set out tomorrow."
"That stubborn bear like Charles won't let this happen a second time." The bloated man sat up straight and said seriously. He didn't want people to find out that they were responsible for the attack, even if in the end
Someone will find out, so we have to delay time and let them prepare.
"Find a dead man from the West District to make a suicide bomb. This is the only chance of success." The man in the shadow said.
"I'm caught, what should I do?"
"Arrange a gunman and let him report to heaven no matter whether he succeeds or not." The man in the shadow followed.
"good."
"Then let's make arrangements. I'm a little tired." The bloated man looked at the other people in the room. Seeing that no one objected, he voted unanimously.
Several men in the room left one after another, and only the fat man was still sitting behind the desk. The knock on the door was extremely loud in the quiet room, "Please come in!"
A tall man opened the door and walked in. He was wearing a black suit lined with a white shirt and a black bow on the collar, which made him look unusually handsome and strong. The man walked to the front of the work, looked at the bloated man and said softly
: "Sir, they have left London and they took half of the money."
"Send them away from the UK and don't come back during this period."
"Okay, sir." The man in the black suit said and left the room.
"Find a 'stranger' from London's West End to arrange things for tomorrow." The bloated man casually picked up the phone on the desk, answered the call and gave instructions.
"Do you have any special requests?" A deep voice replied on the other end of the phone.
"The 'stranger' should not come back and disappear together with the target." The bloated man said calmly, without any fluctuation in his expression.
"Okay." The person on the other end hung up the phone directly.
Dover Town "Rock" Inn
Chu Long returned to his room, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling blankly, recalling today's encounter in his mind like a movie. This was the first time he used a gun since his 'rebirth'. For this kind of '
The ancient hot weapon is still very unfamiliar to me! Whether it is Aldrich or Chu Long,
In addition, the former lives in this era, but has little exposure to weapons such as guns, and mostly watches others use them. The latter often uses weapons, but those are too 'black weapons' and are not of the same level.
.I had seen it in impact materials when I was in college, and it was also in the museum. This was the first time I actually used it.
When shooting in the woods at noon, I began to notice that my hand was shaking due to the recoil of the gun. Thermal weapons of this era inherently have certain instability factors. Compared with later laser guns, ① lock-on thermal cannon
The difference was more than one and a half stars. But fortunately, I hit the masked man in the end, otherwise it would have been very 'embarrassing' and my position would have been 'taken care of' by the opponent.
①Lock-on thermal cannon: a product of the mid-term Guangwu era after the nuclear weapons era.