Chapter 39 Killing (Part 1)

The newly appointed MI6 boss is an old virgin. He temporarily calls her M Bar (maid), which is exactly the same as the female boss in the classic movie 007. She slapped the folder in front of her vigorously and said in an extremely unceremonious tone: "Gentlemen, I think everyone knows that we have just suffered a shame. I think this time can be compared with the time when our neighbor Frenchman was defeated by Germany like lightning during World War II."

David and his group of senior cadres showed disapproval. M widened his gray eyes and said coldly: "Yes, shame, known as the most capable agent department of the British Empire, his headquarters was blown up by a group of terrorists. Do you know what the world intelligence community thinks about this matter? A Chinese diplomat discussed with me last night the Dunkerke retreat last night, desperately praising it for one of the greatest events of our British people during World War II. I think everyone can understand what he means."

The low-pitched discussion began again. M knocked on the conference table with dissatisfaction and said loudly: "Quiet, Quiet, gentlemen, Quiet. I don't want to say much nonsense. For everyone's honor and for our former empire of sunset, I hope everyone will work hard... Each department is responsible for its own tasks, and new personnel should be added as soon as possible. No matter what means you use, I need to add five hundred new agents."

She stood up slowly, supported her hands on the table, and said in a solemn tone: "Who can catch the bastard raised by the bitch, I will promote him to be my first assistant director... Do you understand? Gentlemen, I don't want to be ridiculed in front of my colleagues again."

M clapped his hands: "Suspending meeting, gentlemen, I hope you are worthy of our motherland. Suspending meeting. Mr. David, please stay."

A group of senior agents quickly left the venue and tried to leave a good impression on the new boss. This old woman from a confidential military department did not bring any assistants here, which means that anyone has a chance to be promoted. They don’t want to stay in their current position for a long time.

David sat in his chair, looked at M, and said hesitantly: "Oh, yes, boss, are there any problems?"

M walked over and closed the door of the conference room. David then reacted and stood up quickly. M shook his head, his short silver-gray hair shook slightly a few times, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down, please sit, Mr. David, I heard you caught a cold last night?"

David spread his hands, dared not look at M's eyes, and stammered: "Look, boss, I'm sorry...yes, I'm sorry, I have some matters to deal with, so..."

M laughed: "You are very brave, um, no one dares to take the risk of offending the new boss to ask for leave. You gave me a very special impression. I hope you remember this."

David smiled a little embarrassedly: "Actually, it's not important..."

M interrupted him: "That's even more unstoppable. Mr. David, your body is as strong as a bear. A little bit of wind and cold will not kill you, but if you lose your duty, then you... I looked at the remaining case files. You once led people to arrest several Russians, and then the attack happened?"

David was amazed at the old woman's shrewdness and did not dare to deceive her. He said honestly: "Yes, boss, those Russians have very professional cracking instruments. We suspect that they are related to the recent shocks in the British financial market. But strangely, after we arrested them, the attack on our banking system still existed. We doubt..." David was a little embarrassed for Yi Chen and the others.

M approached him and said seriously: "No, wrong, Mr. David, do you think there will be only a few hackers in an organization that can launch an offensive against a closed financial system like Britain? Think about it, we didn't know in advance that our country would join the damn pan-continental euro system. In fact, we just opened up several related markets, and the sniping began immediately. What do you think this means?"

Before David could answer, M said to himself: "These damn bastards, they are a large group with a deep background and even the government is instructing them behind the scenes. What do you think? Did you find out some of their background information for those Russians? At that time, you were responsible for their case?"

Looking at M's unfathomable eyes, a cold air spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet slowly spread, and he stuttered: "Yes, one of the bastards is called Chekov. Someone knows him. His boss is the boss of a gangster in London City, named Yi Chen, and opened a nightclub with a low style called Chinatown."

Before M asked again, David told all the news he got from the official channel: "Yi Chen is a weird guy. He doesn't cause trouble on weekdays. We only pay attention to everyone and don't pay much attention to people like him. Boss, we can only find out these situations. Maybe Scotland Yard knows him much more than we do."

M straightened his waist, walked a few steps back and forth, and frowned tightly: "Chinese? Gangster? How is his gang's power in London?"

David shook his head and said, "I don't know, we don't pay much attention to the division of forces in London on weekdays." Of course, these are all official information, and MI6 does not need to pay attention to these hooligans.

M's right hand gently held his chin, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was giving an order, "This Yi Chen, a gang leader, cannot cause such a big mess, but why is Chekov his subordinate... Maybe it's a good choice to monitor him for twenty-four hours. David, you continue to be in charge of this case. I know that the whereabouts of those Russians are, Chekov, find Chekov for me."

David stood up and asked her in surprise: "Boss, do you know their whereabouts?"

M showed a helpless expression for the first time: "They have become idiots and have forgotten everything. It's a wonderful thing. In the past ten years, more than two hundred Russian computer elites have lost all their memories... But I didn't find the trace of Chekov. If I found him, he must know something."

David hurriedly walked towards the gate, and turned around as he walked, saying, "Okay, boss, I will arrange for someone to monitor the Chinese for twenty-four hours...ah, yes, find Chekov."

With a loud "dong", David's lower body hit a protruding corner of the table. David snorted miserably and hurried out with his lower abdomen. M held his head with one hand, looking like he couldn't bear to witness David's miserable appearance. A few naughty expressions suddenly flashed on his wrinkled face, and he said to himself: "Am I such a terrible person? Poor David, this child's wife will be dissatisfied tonight...hahahaha."

David opened the door of the conference room and walked out, closed the door, and rubbed his pain in his left hand desperately with his pain. Several of his confidants quickly walked over, and a little bald man asked repeatedly: "Boss, what good thing is it? Why are the boss keeping you? Have you been promoted?"

David spat: "Gaosheng? The boss is very dissatisfied with our efficiency. He monitored the Chinese Yi Chen for twenty-four hours, just the gang leader who runs a nightclub. The boss has developed some bad interest in him... Finding the villain Chekov, searching through the earth, and you also find him for me... This is all explained by the boss... How many people can you mobilize tomorrow night? Well? How many people? Harry, get me more people."

The little Harry walked backwards and asked David: "Hey, do you need someone? Oh my God, we lost so many good guys last time, no one has added them yet, what are you going to do? Our group can now mobilize up to fifty people, and there is no more."

David suddenly threw the folder in Harry's arms and whispered with a little excited expression: "Damn it, listen to me. I received a secret tip, there are big deals, dear, big deals... I want a lot of people and enough people. You can get at least one hundred and fifty people for me. No matter what method you use, even if you seduce me, I will have at least one hundred and fifty people tomorrow night. No, one hundred and seventy good players will appear in front of me. Do you understand? Otherwise, you can go to Africa to eat sand. South Africa just needs a few liaison officers, and I will recommend you."

David frowned, rubbed his lower abdomen and left quickly. Harry held the folder and stopped in the spot with a frown, shrugged and said, "Hey, buddy, where can I find more than a hundred good people?"

Another guy gave him a tip: "Baby Harry, have you forgotten the Special Forces? Although they are special forces, if we give them an emergency signal, they must assist us... Send them an emergency coordination document in the routine safety report, and ask them to send two teams over, and the manpower is enough."

Harry lowered his voice: "Damn it, use fake intelligence to mobilize special forces, do you want to kill me? I don't want to go to Africa."

The guy who asked the advice also lowered his voice: "Who knows it was fake information? I sent it all the way to the official route. Anyway, the boss is so confident, there will definitely be a chance. As long as we can find something, we will make a contribution... If there is nothing, just find a scapegoat and let him take the blame. Anyway, other groups do the same."

Harry looked around quickly and nodded and said, "Okay, that's it, but you must not leak your mouth. If there is any scandal now, our MI6 will be closed."

Several other agents burst into laughter: "This is something the new boss has to care about. Who are we? It's not our turn."

M in the conference room called: "Hey, Viron? Do you have any information about a Chinese named Yi Chen in Scotland Yard? I want all his information, his origin, when will he arrive in the UK, his social relations, all the information about his organization... No, no, I am too lazy to deal with him, but I have always had a strange interest in Chinese people. I want to know about this cute young man... Yes, thank you, the information will be sent directly to my office... Oh, are you making fun of me? Of course you know that we have changed the office building... Hahaha, thank you."

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Yi Chen gently picked up the small note, looked at the crab-climbing font on it, frowned and said, "100 million US dollars? Just to kill someone? God, are there so many rich people in this world?... Well, indefinite mission? It's so easy to delay it for a year. When will you go when you are happy... Is the leader of the Yamaguchi Group so difficult to deal with? Who is the person entrusting the task?"

Phil's heavy lips spit out a few words: "Japanese."

Yi Chen clapped softly, and when the slap was released, the note had gone to nothing. He laughed loudly: "Look, our Japanese friends are going to be in a rebellion. Really, why do they do this? Fight for territory? I want to grab the boss's position? Or is this Yamaguchi Ki raped the client's woman? Ha, forget it, the old rule, give Weis one tenth of the money, take the task, tell the people there, and I'll just reply to them within two years."

Kane touched the gun: "Boss, although the maximum period of an indefinite mission is three years, if we complete one mission in two years, it would not be a good reputation for us, right?"

Yi Chen said indifferently: "Anyway, we are ranked first in the world now, so it doesn't matter if we lose any points. There are always those idiots who have spare money to send envoys to the door... I'm not very anxious to kill Yamaguchi, just watch it slowly... Find me a good place, I want to watch tomorrow night's good show."

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"Sir, we have found the location of the people coming to the Holy See."

"Well, very good. The matter of St. Paul's Cathedral was covered up by them. Hehehehehehe. Although the people of the Holy See admitted this failure on the surface, it was like their God. The people of the Holy See are always hypocritical... They actually sent so many good men to come here secretly. Do you want to attack us?"

"Hmph, they don't know our specific location at all. What can they do?"

"No, no, no, no, can't say that, who can guarantee that we will be in the dark? I never think that the absolute thing in the world, what if they did successfully attack us? I wouldn't risk being scolded by the Speaker... Mobilize all the people and give them a surprise tomorrow night, on the full moon night... Oh, by the way, damn it, what the hell is that place?"

"Ah, it's an abandoned warehouse area. My lord, in the south suburbs of London, an abandoned warehouse area covering a large area. This time the Holy See dispatched 573 good men, all of which were inside."

"A wonderful place, if we can avoid accidentally hurting those lovely civilians, we should try our best to avoid it... After all, they are all food, and waste food will be punished by God. Go and mobilize all the good people. I will meet everyone tomorrow at noon."

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At noon the next day, David was in his office, pointing at the map on the table to four people wearing black special combat uniforms: "Gentlemen, look, you are professional and the most elite soldiers. This is the place where the villains deliver goods. It is an abandoned warehouse area in the southern suburbs. It is midnight. I hope you can make a perfect plan and a foolproof plan."

A guy said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. David, we can wipe out them all without making plans. According to your request, we sent four teams of 200 people, plus your subordinates and Scotland Yard. If we can't deal with some gangsters, we can retire early."

David whispered, "Okay, okay, as long as you can seize these weapons, I don't care what you do."

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In a prime location in central London, there is an extremely luxurious nightclub. In one of the large rooms, seven or eight big bosses of London are sitting closely together.

"Gentlemen, everyone knows that those damn Japanese monkeys are coming to our territory to grab business. I think everyone's opinions have been unified. Kill them and take away that batch of arms."

"I agree, but I'll teach that old guy Wiggins a lesson afterwards, it's best..."

After a while of silence, a guy said, "Of course, it's better to kill him directly. That old guy actually helped the Japanese."

"So, what should China Yi do? He seems to be very close to those Japanese."

Another silence.

A guy said helplessly: "That guy is a lunatic, there is no need. We'd better not mess with him. If you miss a little bit of the news, we might be beaten to death on the bed. Those Germans are not something we can deal with."

"Okay, okay, China Yi and those Japanese are not too close anyway... Let's talk about it, how many people can each send? The Japanese have recently come from China, so we can't suffer because of carelessness."

In the end, the total number of people was summed up, and these gangs in London gathered more than 900 people and roughly formulated an action plan.

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As night comes, a round moon appears in the clouds.

Yi Chen brought the fun and loves to watch the fun and most likes the bloody Jester. The two of them were carefully lying on a small earth bun about 500 meters away from the warehouse area. The weeds that were squat the height of the rice covered them well. Although it was night, the moonlight was enough for them to see anything that happened within a thousand meters.

When it was almost midnight, more than a dozen large container trucks drove over loosely. About 300 Yamaguchi team members in black suits spread out from all sides, holding pistols or long knives, and looked around carefully. They ignored the top of their heads. Because it was a long-abandoned warehouse, they searched quickly and found no one, so they focused all their attention outside.

Twelve tall men wearing white robes and handsome faces suddenly appeared on the roof of the tallest building, one of whom frowned: "What are these damn guys doing? There are still those people who came an hour ago... We are not very lucky this time."

Another man shook his head gently and said, "It seems that we encountered a typical police and gangster film scene. The police ambushed the gang transaction... and told everyone to hide. These people are not threatening us. When they finish their work, we will be quiet."

The twelve men disappeared quickly, and in the distance, Jester, who was lying in the grass, twitched all his muscles.

Yi Chen looked at Jester and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with those people? Although it seems that they are really wrong."

Jester groaned in a low voice: "I know three of them, if I'm not mistaken, they are the twelve Holy Knights of the Holy See... Damn, what's going on?"

Yi Chen couldn't help but smile: "Oh my God, my God, it's so lively now. Let me take a look, let me see, be good, haha, five hundred and seventy-three clergy... It's so interesting, so interesting, well, let me see again."

Yi Chen revealed his divine thoughts and quickly covered the radius of two kilometers. Suddenly, the positions of 452 British guards, 323 Yamaguchi group members, and 573 clergymen were fully visible.

Yi Chen whispered: "Let's watch the fun. When did these people from the Holy See come? Really, will the people from the Holy See also smuggling? They are here to deal with the dark controversy group, it's so wonderful..."

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a row of ten container trucks staggered over, followed by more than a dozen vans, and a group of guys holding heavy weapons got off the car carefully, signaled to each other with the Yamaguchi group, and cautiously alerted.

David hammered the ground hard and murmured in a low voice: "Damn it, what do they regard Britain as? Are they paradise for illegal weapons trading?"

Yi Chen looked at the Yamaguchi group's people inspected the goods and traded with interest, and whispered to Jester: "Don't move around. Five hundred and seventy-three clergy, one with one punch, can smash the two of us into garbage... Do you understand?"

Jacet nodded, his eyes slowly turned red, and his hands grabbed it hard into the ground.

A crazy whistling sounded suddenly, and countless modified trucks, off-road jeeps, and even street speed party motorcycles rushed over from a distance. More than 900 members of London gangsters shouted loudly, and all kinds of weapons in their hands spitting out flames and rushed into the warehouse area.

The Yamaguchi group and the weapons dealers reacted immediately. Relying on their advantages in this chaotic building complex, they quickly launched a counterattack. Boxes of arms were unloaded from the container truck and opened on the spot. Then they were distributed to the Yamaguchi group members holding long swords, and countless flames were spit out.

Cars and motorcycles were shot and caught fire. The gangsters in London occupied more than one word, but Yamaguchi group occupied a fierce word of firepower, and people on both sides kept screaming and falling down.

Several police officers in Scotland Yard couldn't help but rush forward. David grabbed their heads with one hand and roared in a low voice: "Are you crazy? Thousands of people are fighting fire, are you rushing forward now?"

Several people whispered, "So, Mr. David, you mean..."

David showed a strange smile: "Let them fight, it's all the garbage in society. Let them get angry and go, and when they die, we will go out and clean up the mess."

The Yamaguchi group used grenades and the fire exchange became even more intense.

The people in the city of London were not willing to be outdone. Several heavy machine guns mounted on jeeps gathered together and swept wildly into the warehouse area.

The sudden fight between the two sides caught the clergy hiding in the abandoned buildings off guard. The scattered stray bullets and shrapnel made more than a dozen unlucky people fall on the spot.

The twelve Holy Knights almost got angry and murmured: "God, what's going on? Are these damn bastards engaged in a war?"

These clergymen who believed in the power of God felt for the first time that human weapons could pose such a great threat to them. If the holy power was not filled with all their bodies, even these twelve noble sacred knights could not bear the power of a grenade.

An officer from the special service team shook his head, asked David for instructions, and ordered in the headset: "Snipers, please fire at will, minimize their number... open fire at will, and kill them all."

In a corner in the distance, two snipers secretly poked their heads out of the cover when they heard the order, and gently raised their close friends. Just as their sights were aiming at the heads of those guys who were shooting frenziedly, a huge axe roared and cut off their heads.

As the blood splattered, the giant axe flew back to the hands of a big man with furry body. He howled at the moon in the sky. I don’t know where it came from. The dense and strange black shadows jumped up quickly and rushed out.

A series of green light shot down from the sky, covering the black shadows, and a strong aura of darkness enveloped the surroundings.

The clergymen in the warehouse who were dodging stray bullets suddenly shook all over their bodies, and white light surged up on their bodies. The strong holy light broke through the dilapidated buildings. They also flew into the sky in the white light. Countless cross-holy lights broke through the sky, just in time to meet the black counter-cross lights.
Chapter completed!