British 1986

Allen blinked, transportation?

When I think about it, the distance from the tinplate factory to Manchester is almost longer than the distance from London to Manchester. It takes three or four hours to transport it alone, plus two hours of production time. Under certain circumstances, it will take just one shipment. It would be four or five in the morning to arrive in Manchester.

this.

Allen frowned and suddenly thought of Boss Cha.

This was what Allen learned only when he attended the funeral of old Earl Spencer last time.

Boss Cha has been asking the Royal Air Force to use military transport aircraft to transport vegetables, ingredients, etc. from abroad for a long time. Moreover, the cost of Royal Air Force personnel and transport aircraft is still borne from the military budget.

Boss Cha has always done this kind of operation. The key is that the Royal Air Force not only does not object, but is even happy!

In the past, some ministers secretly talked about this matter, saying that Boss Zha openly used the official car for personal use, but a magical scene happened. Before Boss Zha could explain, the boss of the Royal Air Force jumped out first.

In their original words: "Since the name of the Royal Air Force is royal, it is born to serve the royal family. If the Royal Air Force cannot serve the royal family, then what is the name of the Royal Air Force? What do they transport to the royal family? Other cats and dogs have no right to interfere with matters within their royal space!"

That is to say, although Boss Cha currently has no military power on the surface, he can command the Royal Air Force and ask them to transport things for him, or borrow a transport plane to transport individuals, etc. He can use it casually. As long as Boss Cha gives an order, there will be obey!

Now Allen thought about this. If other nobles asked the Royal Air Force to borrow planes, they probably wouldn't even think about it.

But Allen has a special status. He is not only Boss Cha’s retainer, he is also Boss Cha’s captain of the bodyguard!

In the name of Boss Cha, Mr. Allen temporarily borrowed a plane to transport some things from Wales to Manchester. Is it not a big problem?

Anyway, it’s late at night, so if you’re asking about something urgent, don’t ask anything you shouldn’t!

This is the advantage of having a backer. Boss Cha just left yesterday and has already visited South Korea. They just wanted to find Boss Cha for confirmation, but they couldn't find anyone for a while.

"Call Butler Capel and tell him that I have an emergency and want to use the Royal Air Force's channels to transport something to Manchester and ask them to help us transport it."

"By the way, ask the old man at home to bring a small number of weapons with him to protect my safety, and bring more shock bombs!"

"yes!"

Xiao Shitou looked at his young master with admiration. In this way, the plane transportation would be faster and would not delay things.

"etc!"

Now that he has machetes, weapons, and personnel, Allen is still worried.

The first time he stabbed someone across the border, he was a little nervous, just like a young man dating a girl for the first time. Although there was no deer bumping into each other, he was still nervous.

This is a little different from when he sent people to secretly kill dogs in the United States before. It was a small-scale fight with a dozen or so people. Even if the Koreans were allowed to cause riots there, there would not be many core personnel. This time It's different. The total number of people from both sides is nearly a thousand, which is quite a large scale.

Judging from the current situation, Allen is going to keep a low profile and plan more carefully.

That.

The question now is how to package this matter a little so that he can have a defensible excuse. If the boss or the Queen asks him about it in the future, he will have a reason to quibble.

"Manchester"

Alan sighed, what does Manchester have?

Except for industry?

Isn’t my team Manchester United? Aren't they in Manchester?

That.

My British football hooligans are world-famous, and my textile factory happens to be responsible for sponsoring and producing Manchester United's jerseys.

If his deliverymen were all covered in Manchester United's red shirts, wouldn't this be an excuse for violent activities organized by fans spontaneously?

In this way, even if the commotion is a little bigger, it has nothing to do with Mr. Allen!

Hmm. And in this way, everyone will wear the Manchester United jersey in the evening, which can also increase the recognition and serve multiple purposes. Anyway, we have to transport weapons, so we might as well transport the clothes along the way!

Thinking of this, Allen smiled and admired his plan. In this way, the whole plan came together. Now all that is left is to gather people and kill people!

Then he told Xiaoshi what he had just thought of and asked him to make a phone call. Allen stood up and waved for the servant to come in and change his clothes. The family was getting ready, but he was about to leave first. !

As for why Allen no longer calls a plane to pick him up. He is so crazy that he only flies at night. What is his identity? The gold is precious.

If something happens to you while flying, it is safer to take a car.

Manchester, Tameside Police Station.

It is a standard imitation of the Victorian era architectural style. There is also a huge clock hanging on the clock tower above the police station. At this time, it is already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

In the Sheriff's Office, there was still a faint light in the office that had already finished get off work, and it was accompanied by the very faint sound of more than one person breathing. However, due to the quiet night, this weak breathing still vaguely echoed in the corridor.

Sheriff Vallon Melo stroked his secretary's back, which was still a little downy in the middle.

Of course he had a purpose for staying home so late!

Why don't you go home so early and face that yellow-faced woman at home?

I also like to pretend to be busy with business after get off work, work overtime, and then leave the secretary behind. After dinner in the evening, the two of them have some exchanges, and then go home in the middle of the night.

In this way, the image of a constable who is diligent and works overtime every day spreads more and more widely. Who in Manchester doesn’t know that Sergeant Melo of Tameside District in Manchester is an extremely hard-working sergeant? A strong contender to be the next chief of the Manchester Police Department!

There was a slight sound of car brakes, which made the panting Sheriff Mello frown slightly. Playing in the office was not good at all. It was too close to the road, and there was no noise from passing cars. He hated it most when there were people in the middle of the night. He parked his car near the police station, which affected his mood.

After coming back to his senses, there was a sinister smile on his lips. Just as he was about to continue, the sound of brakes was heard one after another. In just a few dozen seconds, Mello estimated that there were probably dozens of cars parked in front of the police station. What was going on?

Pushing the secretary away, Chief Mello stood up with his pants lifted, walked to the window, opened the blinds with his left hand, and looked down through the gap in the blinds. On the two-lane opposite road in front of the police station, there were four lanes. It was already crowded. A dozen black cars were parked in front of the police station without turning off their engines. More than a dozen burly men in black clothes and top hats got out of the cars one after another. They looked like this.

The sweat on Sheriff Mello's forehead fell instantly.

The unhappiness he felt at being interrupted just now disappeared in an instant. He watched helplessly as a big man in black walked towards the police station.

"Quick, get dressed! Someone is coming."

When Chief Mello led two police officers on duty and followed the big man who came to him downstairs, there was a neat row of big men in black standing on the street in front of the police station.

There were at least twenty or thirty people. The two waves of people stood in a row with the old-fashioned Bentley in the middle as the center. It was clear who was the protagonist.

He touched the gun on his waist. This was Sheriff Mello's last sense of security.

When he followed the strong man in black who came to see him to the old Bentley, there was a faint scratching sound from the rear window, and the glass slowly lowered.

There were no lights around, and with the help of the lights from the surrounding vehicles, Melo could only see clearly a young man with an extremely stern face, even a little evil, looking at him expressionlessly.

His eyes were different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people look at faces first, but he looked at his neck and waist. Just this look made Sheriff Mello secretly swallow his saliva. Didn't he say afraid, but

With his many years of experience as a police officer, he could feel the aura coming from the young man. It was very strange. The hairs on his back stood up instantly, and the goosebumps on his arms also rose. He came out in a hurry, Mello. The Sheriff was only wearing a single shirt, and he even shivered when the breeze blew like this.

"Do you know who I am?"

This sound was like the harsh sound of brakes in the quiet night. It was extremely unpleasant, but Mello could only nod his head honestly and said: "I know, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Allen."

The big man in black who had just come to him had already shown him a noble ID that was different from ordinary people. The man in front of him was a genuine noble man, the famous Earl of Carmarthen.

Melo, such a big man, doesn't even know why he would come to a shabby place like their Tamseid in the middle of the night. Is the noble master so free?

"very good."

When Allen heard this person who knew him, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he continued to ask in a gentler voice: "I heard that something happened to an employee of my takeaway company here, and he was attacked by multiple people. The leg has been amputated now. I would like to ask, what is the reason that several hours have passed since the incident and your police station has not given an explanation?"

"This. This"

The cold sweat on Sheriff Mello's forehead became even more intense now.

He knows Allen's takeout company and what happened this afternoon.

but!

This kind of local gang has hundreds of gang members. How many people do they have in the police station?

How many official police officers are there?

More than a dozen people!

There are dozens of other informal police officers. With this little power, how can he arrest people?

He was lucky if he didn't get hacked. Besides, it was just a fight. The worst he could do was to pay some money. He really didn't expect that Allen would come here in the middle of the night and ask him about it personally.

"Your Excellency, our police station has limited power and there is really nothing we can do, but..."

Melo glanced at the surrounding formations with his peripheral vision. Today, in front of this master, I'm afraid I won't be able to shirk him anymore.

"However, I have already asked for help from above. Please rest assured, I will definitely give you and your employees an explanation in a few days!"

"Oh? It'll be a few days later, but I don't want to wait any longer."

The smile on Allen's face disappeared instantly, he twisted his neck and said, "How about this, since your police force here is tense, how about I help you manage the security situation, and I can handle it myself?"

"ah?"

Sheriff Mello was a little confused when he heard Allen's words. What does it mean to help him manage the security? How to help? Just rely on you as bodyguards?

Ah.

"Stone! Tell them to take action. Wait, what is the name of that amputee?"

"Master, my name is Edmund. His left hand is severely infected."

Xiao Shitou leaned against the car door, bent over and talked to Allen through the car door.

"Well, then tell them that no matter who they meet tonight, as long as they meet tonight, I will cut off their left hands and amputate them with Edmund!"

"yes!"

"Besides, I remember you said they have something to do with the Crip Gang in America?"

"Yes."

"I will chop off the right feet of everyone I capture. Since I like the Crips so much, let them really be Crips and arrange their actions. After arresting them, leave their boss until the end and bring him here to see you. I!"

"Yes! I'll make arrangements now!"

Xiao Shitou picked up his mobile phone and started making calls. There were not many people at the door of the police station. That was because all the people had dispersed. Now that he is here, the young master came here specially to say hello to the local police station. This is called a process. !

Melo was confused as he listened to this murderous conversation. He subconsciously wanted to go back to the police station and make a phone call.

"Did I let you move?"

When he heard the voice coming from behind him when he just lifted his steps, Sheriff Mello froze slightly and slowly turned around to look at Allen in the car.

"Your Excellency. I."

"Stand still and wait for my people to come back after finishing their work."

After Allen finished speaking, he pressed the button, and the car window closed again slowly.

Sheriff Mello looked at the bodyguards around him. They looked like children who had done something wrong and were punished by standing still!

Still forced to stand in front of their police station.

The suburban warehouse where Edmond delivers food in the afternoon is a den of the Gucci Gang. It can be regarded as a warehouse that integrates transportation, storage, manufacturing and other functions. There are dozens of people stationed inside all year round. Those who slashed Edmond The little gangsters were just taking turns to look after the door. They thought the food in the warehouse was not delicious, so they ordered takeout, and then

After chopping up the white-skinned pig, a few hours passed and nothing happened.

"Hahaha, you piece of shit nobleman, he is a nobleman, and I am his father!"

Xiao Heizi shook the sieve in his hand, and there was a huge amplifier speaker next to him, and the disco music inside resounded around him.

"Boss Wright told you to keep a low profile these days. This is the property of the nobles and we can't afford to offend it. Maybe it's just that they haven't reacted yet."

The little Heizi next to him was talking to the little Heizi named Wright with a concerned look on his face. When Wright wasn't paying attention, he secretly took out a pound with a small denomination from the table with his right hand and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, followed by several sounds of glass being smashed, which startled the few young people sitting there. Before they could react, something like a grenade made a grunt. Roll to their feet.

"bump!"

Accompanied by a not particularly loud explosion, an extremely strong white light and sonic boom swept across several people in an instant. Even their screams were covered up. At this moment, the world seemed to have pressed the mute button. , nothing can be heard.