British 1986

Allen frowned slightly and glanced to the right, following Xiao Shitou's side face, and then saw the face of the person blocking the road through the gap in the car window.

He curled his lips, looking like a human and a dog.

Hurt George, bent over, finally saw Alan Hill sitting in the back seat of the car through the pitiful gap in the car window.

Keeping an elegant smile on his face, he said: "Good afternoon, Your Excellency. I am accompanying this person here because I want to talk to you about the issue of inheritance tax that you have been putting off."

Before he finished speaking, Hurt took a step aside, revealing the middle-aged man behind him.

The man was a little bald. When it was his turn to appear, he looked expressionless just now. Looking at this somewhat inhumane scene, he didn't know what to do.

Don’t you say that noble gentlemen are very polite?

When you meet a guest on the roadside, you should at least get out of your car and meet them, right?

Even if you don’t get out of the car, at least open the back window!

this.

The window on the driver's side in front was slightly open, and I had to bend over to look in even when I was talking. It was really depressing!

"Hello, Dear Mr. Hill, I am"

The middle-aged man struggled to put on a humble smile on his face, and looked towards Alan Hill, whose face was unclear in the car, to introduce himself.

"Damn Fake! I've only been home for a few days? Hurry, hurry! The inheritance tax belongs to your father! I don't care how you go back and explain! I am sorting out the family's assets. If you push me, I will bury you! Get out!"

Although not loud, an unusually cold voice came from inside the car.

The hunched-over middle-aged man still had an awkward smile on his face, but he was confused by Allen's sudden scolding!

Since when did estate tax delinquents become so awesome?

who I am.

where am I.

What do I want to do?

Four philosophical questions filled the middle-aged man's mind, and his face began to turn red with anger.

"It's too rude of you, Your Excellency!"

The middle-aged man maintained a trace of sanity and raised his fingers slightly with trembling. In his decades of career, when had he been treated like this?

Is this dog training?

"Huh? You, a pariah, dare to refer to our young master?"

The middle-aged man was angry, and Xiao Shitou, the driver, was even more angry than him. In broad daylight, in England, Wales, Carmarthen, and on the road not far from the gate of the Hill Manor, the majestic Earl's car was actually killed by a The untouchable blocked the road, pointed directly into the car and called the count rude?

What a courage!

Going forward a hundred years, would a pariah like this dare to stop a noble's carriage?

If he were replaced by Little Shitou as the groom, he wouldn't even pull the reins or blink his eyes, he would just ride the horse and run him over to death!

Even if it kills him, it's not over yet. Someone has to be found to claim the body, find their home, and make this group of untouchables bankrupt and compensate the noble master for the hoof cleaning of the horses pulling the carriage!

"Get rid of this garbage and don't delay my dinner. If you don't leave, I'll call someone."

Allen's words were also heard by the two people outside the car.

Rubbish? A dignified civil servant is called trash?

This is a blatant insult!

Now even Hutt, who was watching the fun next to him, was angry.

Xiao Shitou didn't hear anything else. He only heard Allen's last words, call someone!

With his left hand, he took out the pistol placed next to the shift lever, stretched out the window, and quickly fired three shots into the air under the confused eyes of the middle-aged man and Hurt.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Hurt subconsciously reached out and pulled the middle-aged man beside him. When he saw clearly that the driver was shooting into the air, he just breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he saw a few old guys running out of the gate of the Hill Manor in the distance. , seems to be holding a rifle in his hand? ? ?

"Get down!"

Just as Hurt was about to pull the middle-aged man down, gunfire rang out in the distance. Following the gunfire, several old guys in the distance were still approaching quickly, and they were still scattered while running. Battle charge formation!

"Snap, snap, snap!"

The dense gunfire in the distance sounded crisp and hollow.

The old-fashioned Lee Enfield single-shot manual rifle was used by them to have the effect of a semi-automatic rifle.

The two rear wheels of the black car parked by Hutt and Hutt on the roadside, whose brand could not be seen clearly, were blown out at the first moment when it was pointing towards the manor.

Hutt, who was squatting on the ground, saw this scene and was so frightened that his face turned pale.

He is knowledgeable!

This distance, this shooting technique, this routine!

The other party is afraid that they will get in the car and run away!

These are not fucking bodyguards, these are a group of veterans!

And it is 100% that he has the results in his hands, and he is also an extremely elite veteran!

Hurt was so frightened that his scalp was numb. The middle-aged man next to him was even more unbearable than him. A pool of liquid had flowed down his trouser legs and onto the ground on the roadside.

Dozens of gunshots rang out, but the two of them were fine, but as long as they dared to move, dust from the bullets would rise under their feet.

Hurt is not a fool. This is the first time he has seen this scene!

But he understood what the other party meant, so he could only squat on the ground and raise his hands, and the middle-aged man next to him did not dare to move.

"Protect the second young master! Quick, quick, quick! York, Tom, go and search!"

Before anyone could reach him, Hurt heard a loud roar, full of energy!

Immediately afterwards, I felt my collar being roughly lifted from behind, and then...

"ah!"

Hurt and the middle-aged man were pressed against the side of their car like two little chickens. Their arms were folded behind their backs, and a pair of thick hands pinched the wrists behind him with one hand. , the bend of the knee joint of his left leg was also held up by the opponent's knee, making him unable to move. The other hand began to pat and search him.

The person's actions were quite professional!

In just a few minutes, it felt like a long year to Hurt. When he was turned around, the Bentley's rear window slowly lowered.

Only then did he meet the so-called quasi-count, Alan Hill, for the first time in a real sense!

This face even made Hurt's heart tremble twice.

Allen's eyes were cold. Anyone who was stopped at the door of his house and asked for money would not have a good temper. He was still facing an inexplicable threat to his life. How could he have any other concerns?

Seeing this kind of money-demanding bullshit, it would be an exaggeration to kill them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this unknown gentleman, your excrement has really polluted the land of our Hill family."

Allen stared at the slightly darker color of the land on the roadside, which was incompatible with the surrounding land, and sneered.

The middle-aged man was already confused. At this time, his mind was blank. What he had experienced in just a few minutes felt like a lifetime!

My ears were filled with the sound of swishing and bullets passing by.

The sound of cars being hit, bullets hitting the ground.

Crackling sounds and smoke.

This is 10,000 times more exciting than those war movies and gun fight movies in movies!

He even thought he was going to die!

Until now, even after hearing Allen's ridicule, the middle-aged man didn't even react. His legs were trembling, and the yellow liquid was still flowing down his trouser legs.

He was almost scared out of his wits!