[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Mark Anthony frowned when Seth received the news from the Alexander organization at first. Alexander is an organization that has risen in the past ten years and has become a force that cannot be underestimated in the world. He went deep into the four continents of Europe, Asia, Africa and the United States to formulate dark iron rules.

He remembered that a mafia who violated the iron rules violated the prohibition of reselling arms on the Alexandrian territory, and was finally killed by their people at the place where he sold arms.

After the human trafficking was screwed up this time, the biggest failure was that they abducted and trafficked children on the territory of Alexandria.

Alexander found the godfather and asked to negotiate with Seth about the rules.

As long as it is not a problem on his territory, Alexander will not ask at all.

"Find that idiot, and bring this guy with us in this negotiation." Marc Antonio frowned, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, "It is said that the princess is missing, have you explained it to the British government, damn it, she and her A bloody mother can get in trouble."

"The British government does not believe that the disappearance of the princess has nothing to do with us." Mark Antonio's deputy, Abbott, said that his tone was a little cautious when dealing with the uncertain boss.

"Hmph, it's not a good thing for that delicate princess to disappear. Let them find it by themselves and focus on us. They will never find the princess." Mark Antonio snorted coldly, "Pharaoh's side Don't bother her yet. After all, she has been worrying too much recently. Take Harvey and Adam together."

Abbot looked at his superior in surprise: "Need to bring so many people?"

Excluding some daily bodyguards, Harvey and Adam also play an important role in the organization. Although Alexander is powerful, it is too risky for so many people to meet a mysterious organization that does not know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Marc Antonio glanced at Abbot with displeasure: "Are you questioning my decision?"

"No, sir."

Mark Antonio of Dorset took his three lieutenants, Abbott, Harvey and Adam, to meet with the Alexander organization.

When they arrived at the basement meeting room of the bar, Seleucus was taking out a lighter to light a cigarette for a woman in a dark green dress and a black gauze cap. In a flash, her long and white fingers held a long-lived one, and a brown and yellow owl was embroidered on the cuff.

a woman?

A trace of contempt could not help flashing in Marc Antonio's eyes.

But all of this was seen by Francis in the dark, and she lowered her eyes to suppress the light in her eyes.

"They are here, Your Highness." Seleucus stood up from the armrest of the chair, and greeted Augustus' deputy Alfred, "Thank you, brother."

Alfred nodded expressionlessly, as a return to this sentence.

"You must be the gentleman from Seth. I am Seleucus, and this is my brother Attalus." Seleucus put his hands on the back of the chair and smiled at the lady smoking on the chair, "This is Alexander , Our Highness."

"You shouldn't introduce it like that, Seleucus." Francis shook the cigarette ash between her fingers, and her undisguised blue eyes glanced casually at Mark Antonio, "Their pharaohs haven't come yet. Who told me, They are sincere. Attalus, is that you?"

"No, Your Highness. I will never deceive you." Attalus gave a knightly salute.

"We came here with sincerity, Your Excellency Alexander." Marc Antonio pursed his lips and looked at the arrogant woman. He motioned to Harvey, and he pushed a blindfolded man forward and made him kneel on the ground.

The man knelt on the ground and shivered, his mouth was gagged, and he was still whining.

Francis hooked his lips and raised his eyebrows: "Attalus invites our guests to sit down. Let's save the violent and bloody things until the end. Please sit down. Excuse me, what's your name?"

"You can call me Anthony, sir." Mark Anthony sat opposite Francis.

"I'm Alexander." Francis raised his eyebrows at Seth and his party, "Your people abducted a child on my territory, right?"

"The people under him don't know the rules."

"I also hope this is a misunderstanding." Francis arrogantly drew a long and slow tune, "Although I am a combative person, you are lucky, I have been a little busy recently."

Her arrogant tone and attitude made Grumpy Adam couldn't help but clenched his fists and took a step forward. Attalus immediately blocked his progress, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Adam," Mark warned his lieutenant, only to be met with a small smile from Francis.

"Relax, Attalus. They won't do anything without orders from their heads."

Francis' tone was still slow, she still leaned back in her chair arrogantly, made a gesture to Seleucus, and she was still breathing in the dark.

She was just a table away from Seth.

Seleucus coughed lightly: "Mr. Anthony, the Alexander territory accepts outsiders to do business on our territory, but we have our rules. Child trafficking, murder of women, arms and drug dealing are not allowed on our territory. Allowed. Please bear this rule in mind the next time you are active on our territory."

Seleucus gave Attalus a wink, and Attalus took out his gun and shot the shivering man on the floor in the head.

Brain mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

"This is someone else's territory, Attalus. You will stay here later to help Genovese's people clean up together." Francis said lightly, "He still has to do business."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Marc Antonio raised his eyebrows: "Is our meeting over?"

The men of Alexandria had already executed those who violated the rules, and they had little cooperation to discuss.

"Actually, I still have a question." Francis' body finally left the back of the chair and leaned forward. The dim light slowly swept across her face, and the net on the gauze hat cast staggered shadows on her face. Shadow, those blue eyes reflected a cold and dark light.

Marc Antonio felt that this face was a bit familiar, and before he had time to think, he heard that chilling voice.

"Paris, 1997, what did you do to my mother?"

As soon as the words fell, Francis held the gun in his hand and shot Marc Antonio twice across the table. One shot hit his femoral artery and the other shot hit his abdomen.

Seleucus and Attalus quickly pointed their guns at the remaining three men, shot to the head, and solved the remaining deputy with lightning speed.

Frances stood up, her high heels tapping the floor like death's footsteps.

She approached the only one who was still conscious and dying, she looked into his terrified and enlarged eyes, she smiled slightly, raised her foot and stepped on the place where he was shot: "I'm very happy, you will die slower."

"You, you, are...Will...Princess of Wales..."

"Yes, my mother is Diana who was killed by you."

"No, no, our...our...fault...is Dodi...Dodi's...fault..."

"Remember my name, Anthony, Francis Alexandra Victoria Mountbatten Windsor. I killed you." Francis narrowed her eyes, and she pointed the gun between his eyebrows, admiring the other party from Fear turned into despairing eyes, and smiled slightly: "It's better not to make you too painful. Well, say goodbye to this world, Anthony."

She pulled the trigger and watched his blood flow to the floor. She stood up and looked at the pair of eyes that were dying, without any fluctuation in her heart: "Go and deal with the people outside."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Attalus and Seleucus left the room, and after the door was closed, Francis called Augustus.

"Hey, Godfather. My side has already been resolved. Marc Antonio is dead, and the other three lieutenants. According to the situation of the Ptolemaic system, I have already solved the big one. The rest is up to you. "

"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan, Your Highness."

"Is the big show arranged?"

"Of course, I have to keep my promise."

"Then I will deal with Caesar, and Seth's forces will surrender at your feet."

"I wish you victory."

After Francis heard the gunshots outside, he held the gun and opened the door and went out.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, and the blood stained the brown floor into a stream.

She didn't even look at the corpses, walked around the corpses and bloodstains, walked to the bar, and saw Attalus, Seleucus and Augustus' deputy Alfred standing in a triangle.

"Finished?" Francis asked.

"Seth has thirty people in total, the following four, and the 26 people here have all been dealt with." It was Augustus' deputy Alfred who answered her, "You have a good sniper team."

"I have never doubted the ability of white hair." Francis smiled. She turned her head and told Seleucus, "Before I come, I will meet the great British detective Sherlock Holmes. He may find this place, and you ensure his safety." , don't let anyone hurt him. I have some things to do. You stay here to deal with things."

"Are you sure he will find this place?" Seleucus asked.

Francis nodded, his blue eyes narrowed: "Yes, I never doubted his ability. Tell him, I'm sorry."

Little by little the bright Roman sun was hiding in the white clouds.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Maggie finally makes an appearance.