British 1986

As if seeing Viscount Fox's thoughts, Allen put the cleaned civilized stick back into his left hand, leaned on the ground and took a good posture, and said slowly and casually: "Two months ago? No, no, no, more than a month ago. , I also got off the boat here, and I still remember how Hu Te was waiting for me on the dock."

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"Hum, I heard you're going to Boston?"

He even knew what time he would arrive at the port, so it would be even easier to check the destination.

Viscount Fox did not deny it and nodded honestly.

"Boston is such a wonderful place. I heard that there are Irish people everywhere there? Are you still determined to join them?"

Allen said this with a smile on his face, as if he was teasing.

Fox was stunned, and suddenly realized what this sentence meant!

"It's you!!! Allen!!!"

He inquired through his connections. The reason why the people from the Security Bureau came to trouble him was a bit vague. The people over there didn't give him the details. The general idea was that he colluded with outsiders. Although this kind of frame-up method was very Low-level, but useful!

It is impossible for outsiders who don't care to know such a relatively secretive thing, but now Allen has bluntly said that he is going to defect to the Irish. Putting the two together, no matter how stupid Fox is, he still knows who is behind this!

"I have no complaint to His Highness. I did not tell His Highness that you colluded with the Koreans and the Irish rioters. This is all your own guess."

"you!!!"

"Ha ha."

Allen watched Fox's face turn red instantly, it was so white and rosy, it was quite amusing. He added another dose of fierceness to him and said: "But... I also want to thank Butler Nesri for sending me the seal." "Fei", isn't this evidence? Now, you are going to Boston again. This is reasonable. Go. Those Irish people in Boston can't wait to see you. When His Highness knows that you have gone to Boston, they will surely You will definitely be happy!”

"You you. Huh?!"

Thinking of the suspicion that he could not clear away even if he jumped into the Atlantic Ocean, Fox trembled and wanted to reach out to Allen. His chest rose and fell violently several times, and he quickly closed his mouth tightly, as if he wanted to spit something out, but he held it back. .

"Huh? If you want to die on the boat, don't die on the dock, otherwise we will dirty our land in Carmarthenshire."

With Allen's last words, Viscount Fox could no longer hold back, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he rolled his eyes and lay on the ground.

"Tsk"

Looking at Viscount Fox who finally fell, Allen smacked his lips and said for a long time that this old guy was quite able to resist.

Gou Gou called Xiao Shitou with his fingers: "Go and ask someone to help them carry the people onto the boat and tell them to get out of here!"

"Yes, Master!"

Watching the cruise ship slowly leaving the shore, Allen had a smile on his face. It was only today, when he saw Fox's miserable state, that he finally got angry.

He still remembers that as soon as he came back, the old guy sent his housekeeper to test him. The plan was very vicious, and he wanted the Koreans to stand in front of him and blackmail his land in the name of the project!

The property of the Hill family belongs to Allen, thousands of acres of black land. Doesn't this mean he wants his life?

No matter how remote Wales is, if these lands are developed into high-end villa areas in a few decades, how much will it cost?

Does such an old guy also want to hack him?

Without killing him, Allen didn't dare to do anything too blatantly under the unspoken rules, but without killing him, Allen also wanted to do his best to prevent this old guy from having an easy time!

Allen was delighted to see Fox being carried like a dead dog onto the ship to Boston.

Cardiff Airport is located more than ten kilometers west of Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

A Boeing 747 lands slowly.

A group of three people walked out of the VIP channel first.

A strong white man bodyguard, and a woman wrapped tightly in a mask.

Behind him was an assistant holding a notebook.

The little assistant flipped through the notebook quickly, making paper clatter.

"Meryl, the person receiving us will be holding a sign with a black rose pattern."

"I see."

The woman named Meryl might have just gotten off the plane and was a little tired, so she waved her hand in an unquestionable tone to interrupt the assistant's reminder.

Cardiff Airport is a small airport, and they took the VIP channel. The group quickly arrived at the parking lot and saw an extremely tall and strong man holding a painting in his hand. Looking at the piece of paper with a black rose pattern and seeing their eyes, the strong white man felt something. He quickly focused his eyes on the three of them and waved to them.

"Is this Ms. Streep? I'm your assistant. He sent me to pick you up. Get in the car."

Xiao Shitou was not interested in these three people, and was even a little prejudiced. If Allen hadn't asked him to come, he wouldn't have driven the young master's car to pick up these three Americans.

"It's me. Thank you for your hard work."

Feeling the alienation from this strong man, Meryl, the leader, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. This invitation was very strange. She still didn't even know who the boss behind the scenes was.

The only information I know is that the other party is a great British aristocrat. He is very big, very old, untouchable, and also very picky and mysterious.

British people have always gone to Hollywood to film in the United States. Now, she, an Oscar-winning actress of Best Actress level, has to fly here in person to audition for the film.

When we arrived at the place, the real owner hadn't shown up yet, so he sent a driver to receive him.

As the Bentley started slowly, the three seats were filled with people. Meryl leaned on the back seat and looked at the interior of the car. Except for a few small places, there were a few that looked like family members. Apart from the imprinted coat of arms, everything else seems to be the same. It’s a luxury car, and she rides in it a lot.

Along the way, the car drove smoothly and the driver was very quiet. He didn't even bother to look at the rearview mirror and just stayed silent, making the atmosphere in the car seem very dull.

Until the car finally entered a town and finally stopped in a parking lot that looked like a small hotel.

A middle-aged man had been waiting here early. When he saw Bentley approaching, his eyes lit up and he trotted to the side of the car. In Meryl's surprised eyes, the middle-aged man first approached the driver's side and bent down. He seemed to respect this driver who was silent along the way.

After the two of them exchanged a few words in low voices, Meryl saw the middle-aged man hooking his hand at her through the window, gesturing for her to get out of the car.

"Meryl Streep? Welcome to Carmarthen! You may have heard of me, I'm Syphis."

Looking at Syphis with a formulaic smile on his face, Meryl finally remembered that this was her apparent employer, the agent of the great nobleman—Siphis.

"Hello Mr. Cephis."

He reached out and shook hands with Siphis gently.

"Tomorrow, Your Excellency will come in person to observe the casting and audition. You should have a good night's rest first to adjust."