Isabella took out her mobile phone and saw that there was signal. It was estimated that someone outside had repaired the telecommunications base station. Isabella's first call was to her boss, Mrs. Lance.

"Mrs. Lance, I'm at Harrods department store. I'm safe and fine. A Chinese agent is out."

Mrs. Lance was very anxious: "Isabella, you stay there honestly and don't reveal your identity, otherwise you will get into more trouble. If I had known this, I would not have allowed you to join the Military Intelligence Agency. Oh, my God

How can I explain this big trouble to the Queen?"

British Prime Minister Milton was also in a mess at this time.

It is impossible to hand over Bob. This is related to the face of the British Empire. It is said that the Queen's granddaughter is present, which really adds to the chaos. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China just called with aggressive diplomatic rhetoric: "I hope your country will ensure the safety of Chinese citizens."

Life is safe!”

Ma Lun still has one year left in office, and the economy is in a slump. He is counting on the shopping and consumption of the Chinese tourism team to boost the economy. This is a good time. If something happens to the Chinese tourists, the losses will be huge, and his political career will be over.

First, our opponents are looking for trouble all day long because of the economic downturn. What should we do?

Milun thought about it and made a phone call to China: "I can't guarantee the safety of the Chinese hostages. This is not only related to the face of Britain, but also the face of China. Please think twice, a

The rising China must be a country that is responsible for its own people!"

I have to say that Milun is a super politician, and this sentence hits the mark.

China finally called through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs: "Next month the Ministry of Commerce will set up a luxury procurement team to go to England to discuss a 5 billion pound procurement project! The safety of the Chinese hostages must be guaranteed!"

Mei Lun put down the phone and felt proud. When dealing with Chinese people, face is their key. Haha, I am a genius politician. I have a big deal of five billion. Let my opponents cry.

In a heavily guarded office in China, a tall figure pinched his waist and stared at the huge world map on the wall, sighing: "We are playing a big game of chess..."

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There was no one above the second floor of Harrods department store. I really don’t know how those hostages were caught. Li Moyang was speechless for a while.

He didn't know where the monitoring room was, so he could only go up one level at a time. When he came to an audio and video counter on the third floor, Li Moyang found something good, a well-made CD record. He picked up one and looked at it. I wiped it. Madonna pinched her waist.

She leaned over and exposed her big breasts, her eyes were blurred, and she looked like she was waiting for a man to rape her.

It's you, these are the perfect breasts for killing and stealing.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in my ears, the sound of leather boots. Two people, probably IRA terrorists, were searching for hidden people layer by layer.

Li Moyang touched a few records, quietly leaned down, picked up a glass ball on the ground and rolled it out. The glass ball made a crisp sound on the ground, success! The footsteps were indeed coming this way.

The footsteps stopped, and under the weak emergency lights, two figures stood still, as if observing the glass ball on the ground, cursing: "Shit!" and turning around to leave.

Li Moyang moved, like a bolt of black lightning, bursting out from his hiding place, and two white lights shot at the two terrorists.

The two terrorists were defenseless and fell to the ground with a groan. Their fingers stiffened and they pulled the trigger. Bullets were fired randomly without any purpose. After a while, the bullets were all gone.

Damn, it’s still too slow. Li Moyang cursed, now it’s better, the gunfire must have alerted the other party.

Li Moyang came closer. Two guys wearing black masks fell to the ground. The Uzis in their hands were smoking. They had a CD stuck around their necks. Madonna's enchanting body on the cover was covered in blood.

Madonna looks even more charming.

Li Moyang ripped off the terrorist's Uzi, found a new magazine and replaced it. Suddenly, a walkie-talkie on the terrorist's body came with a question: "Jack, what's going on? Answer quickly!"

"Jack has gone to see God!" Li Moyang replied coldly, with a standard London accent.

"Who are you?" The other party was furious.

"I am the messenger from hell. You will go to see God later, Amen."

"Shit! I don't care who you are, you will die sooner or later, and you will die miserably. No one dares to go against Bill the Butcher!" Bill's roar came from the intercom.

In the monitoring room, Bill threw the walkie-talkie on the table. The monitor was completely dark. If I had known this, the lighting power supply would not have been damaged.

"You, the four of you go down, I want that person to die!"

Bill screamed ferociously, and the seven Chinese aunts who were tied up and tightly trembled in fear.

I won’t come to the UK to shop for goods next time. It’s dangerous to do so. Please be careful when shopping! Emma, ​​but those bags are really cheap.

Li Moyang threw away the walkie-talkie, went around the stairs and continued to lurk quietly towards the fourth floor.

The other party must be prepared, but they must not act rashly.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, a dense barrage of bullets came at him. Li Moyang dodged and the bullets hit the place where he was standing. The wall was full of bullet holes, and sand and debris flew everywhere.

"Damn, it's so dangerous!"

"If your grandpa and I don't show off my power, you really treat your grandpa and me like a sick cat! Damn it! Wait, boys!"

It's not a waste of time to shoot up and down. This is not the way to go. Li Moyang went back downstairs, put the gun on his back, leaned out from the corridor, jumped up, and climbed to the bottom of the corridor on the fourth floor. He climbed up to the fourth floor with a kite.

Another kite turned over and rushed up to the fifth floor. His movements were as agile as a monkey, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared at the top of the stairs on the fifth floor.

Boys, it's my turn to fight with ease.

When I went down to the fourth floor stairway, I met a terrorist head-on. The two suddenly had an encounter. The terrorist was stunned. He was not one of his own. He involuntarily pulled the trigger of the Uzi in his hand. In a flash of lightning,

Li Moyang jumped up and jumped into the air. The opponent also opened fire. Unfortunately, all the bullets missed and hit the wall. The wall behind where Li Moyang was standing just now was full of bullet holes and debris flew everywhere.

The terrorist turned his gun sharply, but it was too late. Li Moyang fell from the air and kicked the terrorist in the head. His head fell back and hit the wall hard. The guy fainted on the spot.

Li Moyang landed on the ground and stomped on the terrorist's neck. A cracking sound was heard. The terrorist's eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and his head was tilted to death.

The sound of gunfire alerted the other terrorists, and another one rushed up, raising his gun and shooting. Li Moyang had quick eyes and quick hands. He fired twice at the same time. He fired at close range. It was impossible not to miss. Li Moyang's bullet hit the opponent's head and exploded on the spot.

However, Li Moyang fell backwards and fell to the ground at 0.0001 second. The bullet flew from waist height and hit the wall behind him, but missed again. It was comparable to a classic shot of The Matrix.

The sound of heavy running came, and there were two more people. Li Moyang rolled up and stood up. Without looking, he aimed at the stairs on the fourth floor and swiped at the stairs. He quickly emptied a magazine, quickly replaced it with another, and continued to shoot.

The two opponents rushed too fast and could not stop their steps. They entered the range of fire directly. They were shot in the body and were beaten into honeycombs. They fell to the ground.

You boy, you don't have any technical and tactical qualities, how dare you come to the UK to act wild? To be a terrorist, you need to have the qualities of a terrorist, go to heaven and learn from it.

Li Moyang's ears were very sensitive. After listening carefully, there were no more footsteps on the fourth floor and no footsteps on the fifth floor. Wow, just a few people dared to kidnap hostages and play house in urine. You guys.

Picking up a pistol and checking the bullets, Li Moyang walked towards the fifth floor.

The guy lying in a pool of blood behind him had a look of despair in his eyes. He tremblingly grabbed the gun, pointed it at Li Moyang's back, and pulled the trigger. The guy was wearing a bulletproof vest and received more than a dozen bullets, which only wounded him.

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Li Moyang swung back without looking, and hit the guy's forehead with a shot. The huge kinetic energy suddenly opened the guy's forehead at close range, and the whole wall was painted red and white. Before he died, the guy saw something in his eyes.

The bullet slowly grew in size and went straight to the center of the eyebrow.

Do you want to be so awesome? Throw away the gun and become the God of Guns. This guy went to see God with infinite joy, because at the last second of his life, he met the legendary God of Guns.

Go up to the fifth floor. This is the work area. The door number clearly says "Control Room".

Li Moyang kicked open the door, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at him. The person opposite was a gray-haired, blue-eyed foreigner with a ferocious face, holding a beautiful woman roughly in his arms. Li Moyang froze on the spot with his eyes wide open.

Damn it, it turned out to be Isabella. Isabella looked at Li Moyang ashamed, with helplessness in her eyes.

What the hell is going on? Even though Li Moyang was extremely smart, he never imagined that Isabella had reached the fifth floor and was captured by Bill as a hostage.

It turned out that Isabella heard the fierce gunshots and was unreasonably worried about the Chinese man whom she had met for the first time. She actually took a detour and took the side stairs to the fifth floor. She also discovered the monitoring room, but was rushed out and wanted.

Check out the live Bill Catch.

When a British woman is used as a hostage, she is worth much more than the fat middle-aged Chinese aunts behind her. We in England are humane, and one hostage is worth ten Chinese aunts.

Bill naturally regarded Isabella as his treasure, but those Chinese aunts were directly ignored by him. They were tied tightly anyway, and they all sat on the ground, staring and crying. Bill was so irritated that he almost wanted to shoot.

Kill one to relieve your boredom.

Bill laughed evilly and shouted: "Put down the gun!"

The pistols in Li Moyang's hands were pointed at Bill at the same time. The two were within a short distance of each other, the black muzzles of the guns were aimed at each other, and their fingers were on the triggers. As long as they moved slightly, both sides would be injured immediately.

"Put down the gun!" Bill and Li Moyang shouted at the top of their lungs facing each other, neither of them willing to put down their weapons first.

Isabella shed a tear. She was really embarrassed that her recklessness had implicated this innocent Chinese agent.

The ladies behind Bill were also stunned. The handsome guy holding a gun and shouting at the door was obviously Chinese. Why was he mumbling in English?

Could it be that they were sent from China to rescue his group?
Chapter completed!