In the junkyard in the suburbs, the king of beggars, Iron Cock, got up early in the morning and turned on the news TV, munching on a burger.
When he saw the explosive news on the news, a muscle slipped out of his mouth.
At this time, one of his men, whose face was covered in dirt, muttered, "Boss, I checked the warehouse this morning. It seems that one of the explosives is missing. Will it be okay?"
Another beggar looked at the TV and cursed, "These idiots, which faction are they from? They could have blown up anyone, but they chose to blow up the Sixth Bureau? D * mn, this is too awesome. I heard that the entire police force has been shaken up because of this incident. All the warehouses in London are searching for gunpowder or private weapons. Almost all the police dogs have been used. I heard from inside that there was a pile of gunpowder left at the scene of the explosion. "
The burger in Iron Cock's hand fell to the ground.
The next moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. "Oh no!"
"What are you doing? Boss, why are you panicking? We hid it well here. Who would have thought that we had firearms here? The unlucky ones are the bastards in the eastern half. "
"Tell the brothers at the warehouse to evacuate the warehouse quickly. Hurry up and throw away all the goods in their hands!" Iron Cock ran into the office to make a call.
The other subordinates did not know what was going on, but seeing their boss' panicked expression, they could only call the warehouses in other areas.
The police were determined to find the source of the gunpowder, so it was only a matter of time before they found their warehouse. They could still take advantage of this time to leave England!
"Pack up, tell all the brothers to pack up and go abroad!" Iron Cock ran into his bedroom and shouted to the other brothers as he packed his luggage. He seemed to be very anxious.
"Boss, what happened?"
"That bomb was taken from here!" Cheapskate said.
The brothers at the scene glared at him and then ran into their rooms to pack up at the speed of light.
Iron Cock packed up his valuables. His passport, Swiss bank account, the phone number of his connections, and his informants in foreign countries had to be prepared. After that, Iron Cock did not forget to take out his phone and call his old friend, Sal, who was far away in Las Vegas.
"Hello? Iron Cock. "
As soon as the phone was connected, Iron Cock roared, "Sal, send my regards to your mother who has just passed away."
"What happened?"
"What's wrong?" The miser laughed angrily. "What do you think? What happened to being reliable? Last night, I gave the goods to those people because of you. But do you know what? These idiots took the bomb and used it in London! And it wasn't just any ordinary person, it was someone from the Sixth Bureau! MI6, the world's intelligence department is no worse than the FBI and CIA. Even if they blow it up, they can just wipe their ass and be done with it. But the residue of the explosives will be traced back to me. I'm really going to die because of you. I can only run now. Let me tell you, Sal, you're a bastard! I'll definitely kill these brainless bastards when I get back! And you, Sal, when I go to Las Vegas, if you don't compensate me for my losses, I'm telling you, I'm not done with you! "
As he spoke, he had already walked out of the hall. The TV was still broadcasting.
"At the scene of the Sixth Bureau building this morning, Director Wales came out to clarify that the case is related to the guests …"
When the miser heard the word 'guest', he was stunned on the spot.
He raised his head and happened to see the TV showing the scene of the guest on the big screen.
The miser held the phone in a daze, unable to say anything.
Guests!
This organization became famous in the underground world after they defeated the Special Forces of 10 countries in the Land of Mercenaries. Then, they created feats that made people tremble in fear.
They assassinated two major financial groups and 30 top tycoons in Nihon, causing the Nihon economy to decline and affecting the Nihon stock market and financial crisis of at least two trillion US dollars.
Assassinating a country's diplomat.
Assassinating the entire royal family of Abu Dhabi!
These three events were major news of the year and could be called the biggest assassination tragedies of the century!
The three were done by the same organization. They were the guests that everyone in the underground world knew about!
In the underground world, the guests were the true kings of the underground world! Although they had never taken it seriously, in the underground world, almost everyone would be in awe at the mention of the guests.
They were even sought after and worshiped by many underground forces!
That was because most of the world's ambitious people and arms smugglers came from the Land of Mercenaries. They knew how powerful the guests were in the Land of Mercenaries. Not only did they topple the four major mercenary groups, but they also wiped out all the mercenary groups gathered by the guests. They helped the Earth Mercenary Group unify at least four-fifths of the territory of the Land of Mercenaries!
"Hello?" On the other end of the phone, Sal saw that the hysterical miser had suddenly become silent. He thought something had happened to him and asked curiously, "Miser, are you okay?"
The miser's mouth was a bit dry. He stuttered, "Can I take back what I said? I hope your friends won't hear what I said. I dropped my burger just now and I'm in a bad mood. "
Sal smiled. "Of course I won't. Come to Las Vegas. I'll compensate you."
"No need," the miser said. "I don't care about the money."
"Are you kidding me? You're a miser who gets angry when your burger drops, "Sal teased.
"You heard me right. I don't want you to compensate me. If you really think you're mistreating me, introduce me to the person who helped you. I want to know him." The miser smacked his lips. He was a bit nervous.
Guests!
Everyone in the underground world wanted to know who they were.
"We'll see. I'm not sure if you'll catch their eye. You'd better run now," Sal said.
The miser said, "I won't take back the first sentence I said."
Sal asked, "Which sentence?"
The miser said, "Send my regards to your mother who has passed away."
Sal was speechless.
After saying that, the cheapskate hung up.
Looking at the news on the TV, he pondered. "I should have known that the only people in this world who would dare to go against the Sixth Bureau are foreign agents. They really don't take the normal path. They set off bombs like fireworks and firecrackers whenever they want. It's as if every country has become their backyard garden. Sigh, the difference between me and them is that they openly provoke the police and bombard them, but I have to run like a street rat. "
At this moment, a subordinate came out with a gun and said angrily, "The people who bought the bombs from us must be trying to frame us. I'm going to deal with them now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the miser slapped him.
"If you become a police officer, you might be able to go to jail. If you deal with them, you won't even know how you died."
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