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"Sir, the shooting data has been calculated, the shooting point has been transmitted to Gunnar's equipment, and it is ready to shoot at any time."
"Well, then kill him," William ordered.
"Understood, the order has been issued."
In the distance, in the grass about 800 meters away from the warehouse, Gunnar and Yin Yang were lying on a small slope in camouflage clothes.
Yin Yang held a sniper scope, looked at the instructions on the glasses, and said to Gunnar: "Gonna, you can shoot."
"Okay, don't rush me, I think I need to calm down. This guy is wearing glasses and a sensor on his wrist, and he doesn't need to consider the wind direction or temperature when firing a sniper rifle.
What makes me want to curse even more is that it doesn’t even matter if the person sees it or not, you just need to follow the instructions on the equipment to directly aim and shoot.
God, I think it won’t be long before us old guys will be eliminated.”
"Don't be nagging. With more advanced equipment, it will be easier for us to complete the task and we will be safer. Hurry up, I'll be urging you on Sunday."
"fk, don't be nagging, I'm adjusting my breathing, don't disturb me."
After Gunnar finished speaking, he became serious. He stared at the scope, adjusted his body posture according to Sunday's instructions, and relaxed his mind. After a few seconds, there was a "bang", and the grass around the muzzle was shaken by the shock wave of the muzzle.
Come down.
After firing the shot, Gunnar didn't care whether he hit or not. He immediately pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. As soon as he finished loading, he heard Yin Yang exclaim in a low voice,
"fk, hit, hit, Silva's red dot disappeared,"
Yin Yang, who had been staring at the red dot, turned to look at Gunnar in disbelief and said: "God, this is a hit, Gunnar, it seems we are really going to retire."
William in the surveillance car waited for more than ten seconds. When he saw Gunnar and Yin and Yang still lying motionless, he couldn't help but take the walkie-talkie in Barney's hand and cursed,
"Asshole, retreat. You two bastards, retreat immediately. Follow the instructions on Sunday. Christmas will meet you 600 meters away."
"Understood, boss".
Gunnar and Yin Yang quickly packed up their weapons and equipment. They bent over and lowered their heads and followed Sunday's instructions. They used the cover of trees and grass to walk and stop, and spent four or five minutes getting on the response truck that arrived on Christmas Day.
Following Sunday's instructions, he avoided all cameras and met up with Caesar and the road a few kilometers away to drive back to London.
After being instructed to keep only one complete video on Sunday and delete all the videos on other devices, William and Barney said a few words of caution before getting out of the car and leaving Barney.
After watching Barney drive away, William came to his car and sat in the driver's seat with his eyes closed and waiting.
.........
After the Christmas trio had gone far away, the news of Silva's death spread among the mercenaries.
With the leader dead, resistance was meaningless, and the remaining mercenaries began to surrender one by one.
In the temporary headquarters outside the warehouse, Commander Bromley, who was annoyed by the huge casualties of his men, suddenly heard the report from his frontline men that the opponent had surrendered.
"What's going on? Why did these Kongbu elements suddenly surrender?" Bromley asked the temporary commanders around him with a dark face.
Everyone thought for a moment and shook their heads. A female police officer said: "Sorry, sir, I don't know the situation yet. I suggest you be careful to avoid being deceived and ambushed by your opponents. At the same time, a drone was sent into the warehouse to investigate and shouted for the Kongbu elements to move.
Start walking out of the warehouse."
"Yeah" Bromley agreed: "I'll do as you say."
After this delay, more than ten minutes had passed by the time Bromley knew the reason. The death squads had already driven away for twenty minutes. At the beginning, Christmas, Gunnar, and Yin Yang had already entered the city of London.
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The SWAT officers completely controlled the warehouse, and after ensuring it was safe, Bromley, led by the frontline commander, went to the corner where Silva fell to the ground.
Looking at the big hole in the wall of the warehouse and the shot in the back of Silva lying on the ground, Bloomley was speechless for a long time. He roughly knew who did this.
But he didn't dare to tell his subordinates about this. Could it be that he, the commander, had stolen the head of the bandit for the first time because he, the commander, had stolen someone else's task?
If this happens, he won't be able to lead a good team in the future. At the same time, he is very worried about the power William has in his hands.
In more than 20 years of working in the industry, he has never heard of anyone who can kill a target with one shot through a wall. If the target becomes himself, Bromley doesn't think he can escape the attack of such a super sniper.
kill.
"Sir, what should we do next?" The frontline commander had to remind him after waiting for a long time without receiving the order.
Bromley sighed, what else could he do? Some things can only be left to rot in his stomach, and he said silently, "Let's close the team."
"But, sir, don't we need to track down the third party?" The frontline commander asked reluctantly, despite more than a dozen special police officers being injured or killed but only catching a few thugs.
"I asked you to close the team, and you can't know the rest."
Bromley, who was already in a bad mood, heard his subordinates wanting to disobey his orders, so he couldn't help but stare at his subordinates and said in a stern tone.
These words made the surrounding people become silent. Bromley looked at the eyes around him staring at him, and his heart tightened. It seemed that it was impossible not to say something.
He sighed and said: "The people at the commander level will stay, and the others will do their own thing."
These words made several temporary commanders understand that Bromley did not want ordinary SWAT police to know the inside story. They looked at each other and nodded to the people around them.
At this time, the front-line commander also understood that there was an inside story. He turned around and gave several instructions to the team captains. The people participating in the battle dispersed under the leadership of the team captains.
However, these people did not go far. There were so many casualties today. After a battle of 36 people from 4 groups, less than 20 were left intact. Five or six of them were killed. A few of them were seriously injured. It is not known whether they can survive.
go down,
There is no reasonable reason now, and these survivors will definitely not give up.
"Okay, according to your confidentiality level, I will tell you what I can tell you. It is your own business whether you want to do the above or not."
Although Bromley understands that frontline operators want to seek justice for their comrades, they are disciplined troops after all, and disobeying orders is a very serious matter, so Bromley is actually very angry now.
But he also knew in his heart that this era was different from the past, and people in England now care about whether they are comfortable or not in whatever they do.
Even in the disciplined forces, if these front-line combatants are unhappy, the worst they can do is resign. If you don't make it clear to them, someone might blame him.
Bromley didn't want to take the blame, so Bromley waited for several commanders to nod before continuing,
"You all know that we have many secret groups within us. Some groups have high authority and only a few top leaders can command them.
Unfortunately, the confidentiality level of this group today is the highest. I know that they still know the leader of this group for some special reasons.
As far as I know, even the Security Minister, Ms. Catherine, does not know the specific members of this team. So if you want to do the above, I can report to Ms. Catherine for you, but I think you know very well what the result will be.
Finally, I would like to emphasize that that group will not compete with us for credit. I can even put pressure on the higher-ups to see if the casualty pensions can be doubled or even tripled if there is a fuss."
"How is this possible?" several commanders exclaimed. The frontline operations commander immediately said, "There are really so many."
"That's right," Bromley looked at the other party and nodded affirmatively, "I keep my word. The other party will definitely not take the credit for killing the bandit leader from us, because this kind of credit is meaningless to them.
As for the bandit leader who was not captured alive, I will report to the superiors that he was killed by a stray bullet. Do you still have any doubts now?"
Everyone fell silent when the conversation came to this point. If they were not afraid of being punished by their superiors and complained by their subordinates, these people would not force Bromley to confess.
Now that there is no responsibility, the credit will not be less, and the pension will be several times higher. After several commanders looked at each other, they collectively saluted Bromley: "Understood, sir, thank you, sir."
Bromley stood still and returned the salute, "In that case, why are you still standing there? Come and do something for me, especially you."
Bromley stared at the front-line operations commander, "Davis, you bastard, write me a report when you get back. And you are suspended now. When will you be reinstated? We will wait until the investigation is completed. Do you have any questions?"
"No, sir, thank you, sir." Davis saluted immediately. He knew that bad days were waiting for him since he failed to stop his men.
The disobedience was so serious that I didn't hit him directly, even if Bromley showed mercy because of their past friendship.
But being able to get several times the pension for his subordinates is considered an explanation.
Instructing Davis to call someone to deal with the cause of Silva's death, Bromley left his men and walked out of the warehouse alone, got into his car, thought for a moment, took out his cell phone and called William.
He has a headache now. There is nothing he can do against William without any evidence, but he still has to fight for what he has to fight for.
As long as he can benefit from William, it is not unacceptable for Bromley not to pursue the matter of stealing people's heads.
The call was answered quickly.
"Good afternoon, Bromley, do you have anything to do with me?"
The happier William was, the angrier Bromley became. He suppressed his anger and whispered, "We need to talk."
"What are you talking about? How are you going to steal my mission?"
"You know what I'm talking about. I'm not looking for you to accuse me. For the sake of my friends and the same camp, I'm going to steal your mission, and you can also secretly kill Silva to create trouble for me. How about we clear up the relationship?"
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"Haha, look at what you said, the two are not clear-cut. How about we meet and talk. I made an appointment with Catherine and Garris to have dinner at Gordon's Restaurant in Chelsea. If you are free, we can get together."
"No problem, see you later." Bromley hurriedly hung up the phone. He was afraid that he would curse if he couldn't help it, but if he had to ask for help, Bromley had to endure it even if he was unhappy.
William smiled and hung up the phone, complaining in his mind, "I thought I was shameless enough, but I didn't expect that Bromley, a black man, was even more shameless than me.
Even with so many casualties, his subordinates were still able to eat together with smiles on their faces, but it seemed that Bromley didn't know that what the mercenaries had prepared in advance was his own fault.
If he knew about it, I don’t know if he would fight against me."
He smiled, put down his cell phone, started the car and headed towards London happily.
Half an hour later, William came to take Gordon's Restaurant, parked the car, sat in the car and waited for more than ten minutes when he saw a car driving into the parking lot, and Bromley got out of the car with a dark face.
"Didi" William pressed the horn and reached out of the car window to wave. Bromley took a few glances, confirmed it was William and walked to William's car.
"Have a chat".
"Well, let's talk." Bromley nodded, walked to the passenger side, opened the door and sat in.
"It's done".
Bromley rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me you don't know. If it weren't for the fact that we are friends, this matter wouldn't be so easy."
"Haha, then I have to thank you. Why don't you report it to Catherine and see how she reacts?"
"Well", Bromley's heart skipped a beat. When he saw William's smile, he knew that the situation he least expected had happened. Thinking of Catherine, Bromley became helplessly silent.
"It seems you have guessed it," William looked at Bromley, who was waiting silently, with a smile, "I have indirectly helped you, man, do you owe me a thank you?"
These words made Bromley furious. He stared at William and cursed, "F, k, u, just because I stole your mission, 6 people died today, 3 were seriously injured, and 11 were slightly injured.
If you want me to thank you, you should tell me the specific situation earlier, otherwise my people would not have so many casualties."
"Ha, man, I wanted to tell you, but you didn't ask."
There is another sentence that William has not said in his heart. Even if you ask, I will not tell you. Not only will I not tell you, I will also trick you. Otherwise, in the future, I will want to take credit from you and take advantage of him.
"So, don't think of yourself as a victim. When it comes to victims, the special police who were injured or killed are the ones. You said that if your subordinates knew the whole story, would they come to settle accounts with you? If people's hearts are broken, it will be difficult to lead the team.
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Bromley fell down on his seat in despair, and said helplessly, "Tell me what you want, as long as it's not illegal or disciplined, I will help you."
"No, just think you owe me a favor this time, but I need you to tell those people who are hiding in the dark and staring at me."
"What".
"Tell them, you can't take it if I don't give it to you. Otherwise, I'll let you bite it and knock out all your teeth, and you'll have to laugh and swallow those rotten teeth."
If you want benefits, first of all, you have to have what I need, and secondly, be polite when talking to me, well, I like polite people."
Bromley asked with a grimace, "So, I'm just killing the chicken for the monkeys?"
"That's right." William nodded with a smile.
"Fk, you are a lunatic, William Devonshire." Bromley looked at the smiling William in horror. "In order to warn some people, you actually took the lives of dozens of people as a joke."
"Haha, it sounds like you have no stains and are as clean as a saint. England is originally a world where sheep eat people and people eat people. If I don't be tougher, maybe someone will eat me in one bite tomorrow."
William stared at Bromley with a somewhat crazy expression, "Tell me, Richard Bromley, is your heart pure? If so, I guarantee that I will do whatever you say. If not, don't do it.
Accuse me, because you have no right to accuse me, as long as there is no evidence in this world."
Bromley thought for a long time and finally sighed, "At least what I yearn for is heaven, but you are looking directly at hell."
Bromley shook his head. He thought William had gone crazy. He originally wanted to deduct some pension from William, but now he didn't think he could deduct half a dime from the madman.
Opening the car door, Bromley turned his back to William and said: "There are still more good people in this world. William, I think you should get in touch with more simple and kind people. It will not be good for you to continue to be so paranoid. See you later."
William rolled his eyes and looked at Bromley who walked into the restaurant, thinking to himself, Damn, am I over-acting? If I scare him, will the upper class in England really think of me as a lunatic in the future?