Chapter 39: Killing (above)
The newly appointed boss of MI6, an old virgin*, let's call her bar(mid) for now, almost exactly like the one in the classic movie James Bond, slapped the folder in front of her vigorously, and said in an unusually nonchalant tone, "Gentlemen, I want you to know that we have just suffered a disgrace, and I think this time around, I think that can be compared to the time during the WWII period that our neighbors, the French, were blitzed by Germany."
David and his group of senior cadres showed disbelief. Widening his own gray eyes, he said indifferently, "Yes, shame, the secret service known as the British Empire's ablest secret service, its own headquarters was blown up by a group of terrorists, do you know how the world's intelligence community views this time? A Chinese diplomat and I spent all last night discussing the Dunkirk evacuation, desperately praising it as one of the greatest events we Brits ever had during World War II, I think we can all see what he meant."
The whispered discussion resumed with a disgruntled tap on the conference table and a loud, "Quiet, quiet, gentlemen, quiet. I don't want to say any more nonsense, for the sake of everyone's honor, for the sake of our once Sunset Empire, I hope you all work hard. Each department is responsible for their own tasks, new manpower needs to be added as soon as possible, I don't care what you use, I need five hundred new agents added."
She slowly stood up, both hands propped on the table, and said in a solemn tone, "I'll promote whoever catches that son of a bitch asshole to be my first assistant director. Understand? Gentlemen, I don't want to be taunted in front of my peers again."
Vigor clapped his hands together, "Dismissed, gentlemen, I hope you do right by our country, dismissed. Mr. David, you may stay."
A group of senior agents flew out of the meeting, trying to make as good an impression as possible on their new boss, this old woman from a classified branch of the military hadn't brought any assistants with her, which meant that any one of them had a chance at a high promotion, and they didn't want to stay in their current positions for long.
David stayed in his own chair and looked, a little hesitantly, "Oh yes, boss, may I ask what's wrong?"
Personally walking over and closing the door to the conference room, David then responded, standing up in a hurry, shaking his head, his short silver-gray hair shaking gently a few times, pointing to his chair and saying, "Sit down, please sit down, Mr. David, I heard you caught a cold last night?"
David spread his hands, not daring to look squarely in the eyes, and stammered, "Look, boss, I'm sorry. Yes, sorry, I had some business to take care of, so..."
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Laughed: "You have very little guts, uh-huh, no one dares to risk offending the new boss please really, you gave you a very special impression, I hope you remember this."
David smiled a little awkwardly, "Actually, not that it matters."
Interrupting him, "All the more reason not to then, Mr. David, you're practically as weak as a bear, a little wind chill won't kill you, but no if you're not surplus to requirements then you are. You read the case file left up, you had led the arrest of a couple of Russians, and then before that, the attack happened?"
David marveled at the shrewdness of this old woman, and did not dare to deceive her, honestly said, "Yes, boss, those few Russians had very professional cracking instruments, we suspect that they are related to the recent shock in the British financial market, but the strange thing is that after we arrested them, the attack on our banking system still existed, and we suspect that not. " David sort of excused Easy Dust and the others.
Approaching his side, he said seriously, "No, wrong, Mr. Wei, do you think an organization that can send a quiet retreating attack on a closed financial system like the UK would be just without so few white hackers? Think about it, you don't even know beforehand that your country is going to join the euro system of that living pan-European continent, and under the fact that you have just shut down a few open markets and sniped at the end of the day, what do you think that means?"
Did not wait for David to answer, said to himself, "These fucking bastards, they are a deep background, even have the government behind the instructions of the large group, you think? Those Russians, did you find out some of their background information? You were in charge of their case at that time, right?"
Looking at the unfathomable eyes, Xiao Wei from the top of his head to the heart of his feet a hot air quickly spread up, stuttered, "No, one of the bastards, called Chekov, no one knows him, his boss No the boss of a white gang in the city of London, called Yi Duan, shut down a grungy nightclub, called China Town."
Without waiting for another question, David told all the information he had gotten from the official sources, "Easy Dust is an eccentric guy, he doesn't cause trouble on a regular basis, we only pay attention to the big guys, we don't pay much attention to people like him, boss, that's all we can find out, maybe Scotland Yard knows a lot more about him than we do. "
Straightening up, he went to take a few steps back and forth, frowning loosely, "Chinese? A white gangster? What about his gang's power in London?"
David shook his head, "I don't know, we don't pay much attention to the division of power in the City of London on weekdays." Of course, these were all official information now, and it was true that MI6 had no need to pay attention to these rogues.
The left hand heavily rested on his upper jaw, like whether to talk to himself, but also like whether to order generally said: "This easy dust, a white gang leader, whether it is not possible to cause such a small mess, can Chekov why and positively whether his upper subordinates. Perhaps, twenty-four hours to monitor him or not a bad choice. David, I'll stay on the case, you know those Russians are one man away from being up and down, Chekov, find Chekov for you."
David stood up and asked her with a bit of surprise, "Boss, you know their whereabouts?"
For the first time, she showed a helpless expression, "They've become black maniacs, they've forgotten everything, it's amazing, in the last ten years, more than two hundred Russian computer elites have lost all their memories," she said, "I don't know if you've found the Chekov, but I'm not sure if you've found the Chekov," she said. Can you not find any sign of that Chekov, find him, he must know something."
David rushed towards the front door, turning back as he went, "Yes, boss, I'll have someone keep a twenty-four hour watch on the Chinese guy. Ah yes, find Chekov."
There was a small 'thud' as Wei's upper body hit the underside of a protruding corner of a table, and Wei grunted miserably as he hurried out, clutching his large belly. Holding his head with one hand, he looked as if he couldn't bear to witness Xiao Wei's misery, a few hints of mischievousness suddenly flashed under his wrinkled face as he mumbled to himself, ''Could it be possible that you're such a horrible person? Poor little Wei, this child's wife this evening to be dissatisfied. Heh heh heh."
David opened the door to the conference room and walked out, closing it behind him with his hand, his left hand desperately rubbing his raw abdomen. A few of his cronies flew over, and a small man with a slightly bald head asked in a loud voice, "Chief, what's good? What did the boss keep you for? Have you been promoted high?"
Xiao Wei pooh-poohed, "Lower down? The boss is very dissatisfied with your efficiency, twenty-four big time surveillance of that Chinese man Yi Duan, on whether or not to shut down a nightclub white gang leader, the boss has some kind of bad interest in him. Find that good stick Chekov, turn over this heavenly ball, we will find him for you too. That's what the boss told us to do. How many men can we mobilize tomorrow night? Huh? Fewer men? Harry, get you fewer men."
The smaller Harry asked David as he walked backwards, "Head, manpower? Jeez, we lost so many good men last time, **** there's no one to replenish them yet, what do you want? Our group can mobilize up to fifty people now, no more."
The little guard slammed the folder in his hand outside of Harry's arms, and with a bit of excitement he said in a high voice, "It's time to live, I'll give you a bad hearing, you've received a secret and rare tip off, no small business, pro hate, small business. You want very little manpower, sufficient manpower, I get you up to one hundred and fifty people, you don't care what means I use, even if I come to color lure can be, Mingdi evening you want up to one hundred and fifty, no, one hundred and seventy bad hand appeared in the back of your face. Minghei? Or I'll come to Africa to chew sand to, South Africa just bad need a few liaison officers, you will recommend you."
David cringed and rubbed his belly as he flew off, and Harry, clutching his folder and looking sad, stopped where he was, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey man, where am I going to find a hundred or so good hands to go?"
One of the other guys gave him a tip: "Harry baby, forget about the Special Forces? They're not Special Forces, though, so really, if you guys give them a slack signal, they'll have to assist you. Send them a relief coordination letter outside of the routine security reports and ask them to send two brigades over, there's enough manpower for that."
Harry lowered his voice, "Damn it, mobilizing special forces with false information, are you trying to get me killed? I don't want to go to Africa."
The guy with the tip also lowered his voice, "Who knows if it's true? Completely in accordance with the biased approach to welcome over, anti-bias head so unsure, certainly no play, as long as you can find out something, you will have no credit. In case there is nothing, just find a scapegoat and let him take the blame, just like the other groups."
Harry looked around quickly, nodded and said, "Okay, that's it, but you guys mustn't spill the beans, in case there's another scandal now, we'll have to close down MI6."
A few other agents laughed, "Is this something that the new boss is going to be happy about, and who are you guys? It's not your turn."
The one in the conference room dialed the phone, "Hey, Velen? Do you Scotland Yard have any information on a Chinese guy called Yi Duan? I want all the information about him, where he came from, when he arrived in England, his social connections, and all the information about his organization. No, no, I don't care to deal with him, but I've always had a strange interest in the Chinese, and I'd like to find out more about this lovely chap. Yes, thank you. Send the information directly to my office. Oh, are you making fun of me? Of course you know we've changed office buildings. Thank you."
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Yi Dust gently picked up the small slip of paper, looked at the crab-crawling font on it, frowned and said, "One hundred million dollars? Just to kill one person? God, there are so many rich people in this world?.... Hmm, an indefinite mission? Well put it off then, drag it out for a year and go whenever you're happy.... Is the leader of the Yakuza that difficult to deal with? Who was it that commissioned the mission?"
Phil's thick, light lips spat out a few words, "The Japanese."
Easy Dust applauded softly, the note had dissolved into nothing by the time the palm was released, and laughed aloud, "Look at that, our Japanese friends are going to harbor a rebellion, really, why would they do that? A turf war? Little brother trying to steal the boss's position? Or is it this Yamaguchi who ra*ped his client's woman? Ha, forget it, old rules, give Vis a tenth of the money, mission taken, tell the guys over there, just get back to them in two years anyway."
Kane stroked the muzzle of his gun, "Boss, although the minimum duration of a deadline mission is no three years, can it be possible that if you use two years to complete a mission, it's not very bad for your reputation, right?"
Easy dust does not care to say: "Anyway, we are now ranked the first in the world, points dropped a little does not matter, there are always those who have the money to send the idiots to the door. I'm not in a big hurry to kill Yamaguchi, so let's take our time. Find me a good spot, I want to watch the show tomorrow night."
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"My lord, we have found out the location of the clerical visitor."
"Well, it's bad. St. Paul's chapel thing, was they cover up over, huh huh huh huh, although the surface look up to go to the Holy See people admitted this loss, can it be as bad as their next emperor, the Holy See people always whether the real hypocrisy. Actually the dark sky outside sent so few bad hands over, do not want to sneak attack you?"
"Hmph, they don't even know our exact location, what can they do?"
"No, no, no, can't say so, who can guarantee that you guys are definitely in the white darkness? You never go without thinking that there are absolutes in the world, what if their fake sneak attack on you succeeds? Wouldn't you risk a reprimand from the Speaker? Mobilize all the men you have, and surprise them with a full moon on a bright night. Oh, yes, the living, what the hell is that?"
"Ah, it's an abandoned warehouse district, my lord, in the southern outskirts of London, a large area of abandoned warehouse district, the Holy See this time out of five hundred and seventy-three good men, all inside."
"Ugly marvelous sky point, if you can avoid accidentally injuring those hateful civilians, you also whether to try to avoid the bad. After all, they're not food, and wasting food is a punishable offense. Come on, come mobilize all the bad hands, at noon tomorrow land, you have to see all the people."
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The next day at noon, Xiao Wei in the office room, to four people covered in white special operations uniforms, pointing to the table under the sky map: "Gentlemen, we see, we are not professional, the most elite soldiers, this outside of the delivery of those good sticks on the sky side of the south suburb of a deserted warehouse district, the time of the midnight twelve o'clock, you hope that all of you can formulate a plan, a plan, a plan of a million failures. plan."
One guy said, disgruntled, "Mr. David, there's no need to make a plan, we can wipe them out. As you requested, we sent four squads of two hundred men, plus your subordinates and the men from Scotland Yard, and if we still can't deal with some gangsters, we can retire early."
The young guard said in a high voice, "Bad, bad, bad, anti-bias as long as we can capture these weapons, you don't care how we do it."
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Inside one of the small rooms of an extremely lavishly decorated nightclub in the Golden Days section of central London, seven or eight of the City of London's small business owners sat loosely grouped together.
"Gentlemen, as you all know, those damn Japanese monkeys are coming to steal business on our turf, I think we're all in agreement, take them out and take the arms shipment."
"You agree, but no, and teach that old guy Wiggins a lesson beforehand, the worst."
After a while of silence, a guy said, "Of course, it's best to just take him out, that old guy, actually helping the Japanese."
"Then, what about China Yi? He bad like he's close to those Japanese too."
There was another silence.
A guy said, "That guy is a crazy person, there is no need, you guys don't want to mess with him, the slightest leakage of information, you may be beaten alive in the **, those Germans are not able to deal with you."
"Well, well, China Easy and those Japanese aren't too close anyway. Let's see, how many men can each of you send? The Japanese have been coming from home a lot lately, we can't afford to lose out because of carelessness."
The most former total number of people, these City of London white gang picketed nine hundred less people, and fine brown to make a row quiet plan.
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Into the night, a round moon in the clouds hidden.
Easy dust with love to see the audience, most like the blood of the Jester, the two carefully lying in the warehouse area from about five hundred meters on the small earth bag, meters high weeds are very good to cover the two people. Even though it was night, the moonlight was enough for the duo to see anything happening within a thousand meters.
Slowly to midnight at twelve o'clock, first of all, whether a dozen small container trucks tightly scattered off the past, small about three hundred less dressed in white East suit Yamaguchi-gumi group members on all sides of the scattering off, holding a pistol or a long knife, cautiously to the surroundings of the survey, they only ignored their own head. Because of the long abandoned warehouse warehouse, they hastily searched on, did not find any people, also put all the attention on the inside.
Twelve tall, white robes, handsome men suddenly appeared on the roof of the highest building, one of them frowned: "What the hell are these guys doing? There's still the group that came an hour ago. We're not having much luck this time."
Another woman in the other also shook her head heavily and said, "Looks like you guys ran into a typical cop movie scenario where the cops ambush a white gang deal.... Order the small family to hide bad, these people have no threat to you, wait for them to be idle finished, you will also move peacefully."
Twelve men flew away and disappeared, in the distance, lying in the grass, Jester's muscles twitched.
Yi Chen looked at Jester and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with those people? Although it looks like they are faking nothing wrong."
Jester groaned in a low voice, "I recognize three of them, if I'm not mistaken, they are the twelve Holy Knights of the Church. Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
Yi Dust couldn't control his smile, "Ground, ground, ground, this on can be fake cold hilarious, look at it, look at it, look at it, boy, haha, five hundred and seventy-three clergymen. Fake or not too boring, too boring, uh, let you see again."
Yi Chuan transmitted his divine thoughts and quickly enveloped a two-kilometer radius, and instantly, the positions of four hundred and fifty-two British guards, three hundred and twenty-three Yakuza, and five hundred and seventy-three clergymen were in plain sight.
Yi dust said in a loud voice: "Look at the cold hilarity, these people of the Holy See, whether or not when did they go over? False, will the people of the Holy See also smuggle people across the border? Are they going to deal with the White Dark Council, too ugly and wonderful."
At twelve o'clock midnight, a row of ten container trucks rattled over, followed by a dozen vans, a group of guys with heavy weapons cautiously got out of the trucks and signaled each other with the Yamaguchi-gumi guys, cautiously on guard.
Xiao Wei hammered the upper heavenly surface fiercely, and grunted loudly: ''Serves them right, these bastards, what do they think Britain is? A land hall for illegal weapons trading?"
Easy Dust watched with great interest as the Yakuza inspected the goods and traded, his mouth whispering a warning to Jester, "Don't move, five hundred and seventy-three clergymen, one fist each, can smash the two of us into garbage. Understand?"
Jester nodded, his eyes quickly turned red, and his two hands fiercely clawed back the sky surface.
Crazy whistling sounds suddenly rang out, countless modified pickup trucks, cross-country jeeps, and even motorcycles of street bikers rushed over from afar, and more than nine hundred members of the London Gangs roared loudly, and weapons of all shapes and sizes in their hands spewed out tongues of fire as they rushed and killed their way into the warehouse district.
Alert heart extremely bad yakuza as well as those weapons dealers first time to react to the past, relying on their own advantage of being in this chaotic complex, flying slow show off the counterattack, a box of arms from the container truck unloaded under the sky to hit off, along with the front combined to those yakuza members holding a long knife, there are a number of tongues of fire spewed out.
A car, motorcycle shot on fire, the City of London gangsters occupy a more word, but the Yakuza side occupies a firepower fierce word, both sides constantly people screaming down.
A few officers from Scotland Yard couldn't help themselves, and were about to rush down with their men, when Wei pulled their leader down with one hand and yelled, "Are we crazy? The next thousand people are in a firefight, and we're charging down now?"
Several people asked in a low voice, "So, Mr. David, what do you mean."
David gave a wry smile, "Let them fight, all the trash of society, let them come to their own firefight, and when they're quite a bit worse for wear, you guys can come out and clean up the mess."
The Yamaguchi-gumi used rifle grenades on their side, and the firefight intensified.
Not to be outdone, the people on London City's side gathered several light machine guns mounted underneath the jeep, frantically sweeping indiscriminately into the warehouse district.
The sudden exchange of fire between the two sides caught the clergy hiding inside those abandoned buildings off guard as well, and the stray bullets as well as shrapnel scattered in all directions caused a dozen or so unlucky people to plant themselves on the ground.
The twelve Holy Knights nearly went berserk, muttering, "What the hell is going on here? These deserving bastards, are they retreating from a war?"
For the first time, these clergymen who believed in God's power immensely felt that human weapons could also pose such a great threat to them. If they didn't fill their entire body with holy power, even these twelve noble holy knights wouldn't be able to withstand the power of a single grenade.
A special forces officer shook his head, asked for a small guard before, in the headset on the order to: "Snipers attention, feel free to turn off the fire, try to reduce their numbers. Turn off the fire at will and kill them all."
In a distant corner, two snipers heard the order head secretly peeked out from the cover, lightly set up their close partners, just when their sights and other comrades like, aiming at the head of those guys who are fervently sweeping, a huge axe whistled and chopped off their heads.
In a splash of blood, the huge axe flew back under a small, hairy man, who howled at the moon underground, and out of nowhere, sparse, odd white shadows leapt up in slow motion and swooped out.
A green colored light shot down from the sky, enveloped in the body of these black shadows, intense darkness enveloped the surrounding.
Inside the warehouse, those clergymen who were dodging stray bullets in a lousy way suddenly shook, and black light flashes surged up underneath their bodies, and the weak holy light broke through those tattered buildings, and they also flew down to the ground and air in the weak black light, and there were several crosses of holy light breaking through the air, and the white reverse crosses of light flashes clashed with them in the wrong direction.
