Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 426 Dead End
Luxembourg, Hugo Manor, Leslie's face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. Because Sean acted too quickly, he had no time to react. By the time he learned that his own industry had been seized by the Augusta government, it was already too late. As for the Middle East, although no news was sent back, the loss of contact with the person in charge was enough to explain the problem.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

Leslie kept cursing and smashed all the breakable objects in the study. He was panting and his eyes were as big as two lanterns. This was definitely the first time in his thirty years of life that he was so out of control and so angry.

Since the Capet family reached a cooperation with Sean, its interests in Mali have been quite huge. As a result of Sean's behavior this time, the Capet family's losses are at least around 10 billion US dollars!
The key is that he was able to successfully survive Sean's offensive and successfully get the industries and mining industries that originally belonged to the Capet family back into operation. If he couldn't get all of these back, the losses would be extremely huge, and saying hundreds of billions of dollars would be too conservative.

Inestimable value!
There was a hint of fear in his anger. He had been in contact with Sean for quite some time and believed that he knew Sean very well. He knew very well that this guy was like a deadly poisonous snake. He would either not take action or, once he did, it proved that he was sure that he could crush the Capet family to death!
But this is exactly the point that he cannot understand. Where does Sean get the confidence to completely wipe out the entire Capet family?

After venting, Leslie calmed down temporarily and calmed his emotions. He took out his mobile phone and called Mali's Prime Minister Augusta. No matter what, he had to first figure out where Sean got the confidence from, or what the other party was going to do next.

Although Augusta is on Sean's side for now, it doesn't mean that he can't talk. As long as the benefits paid are sufficient, there is nothing in this world that cannot be discussed.

"Hi, Mr. Capet, what can I do for you?"

Augusta's somewhat playful voice came from the receiver.

"Mr. Augusta, I want to know why you want to seal up the Capet family's industries, and what you want to do to restore them. Mr. Augusta, you have to know that this kind of thing will not only cause losses to my Capet family, but also the paralysis of the medical, transportation and other industries will also affect your rule in Mali. If it goes wrong, there will be no recovery. Are you really prepared, Mr. Augusta?"

Leslie's words were not alarmist. The Capet family occupied several industries in Mali that were necessary for people's daily lives, including medical care, electricity, heat, transportation, etc. If these industries were closed down, it would immediately cause big problems in the whole of Mali. With such a big hole, Augusta himself would not be able to restore it to normal in a short time, which would inevitably affect his rule in Mali.

But if it were someone else, they would definitely consider these issues, but Augusta is different. He is very clear about his position and dare not try to be smart with Sean and bet on both sides. Even if the disadvantages are huge, he can only grit his teeth and go all the way.

And most importantly, he firmly believed that Sean would definitely help him. Although he was not qualified to participate in dividing the cake, and had no clear idea of ​​how big the cake Sean and his friends would get, he knew that it must be very big, so Sean would definitely not let what Leslie said come true. In his opinion, since Sean asked him to do this, he must have a backup plan.

"Haha, you don't need to worry about that, Mr. Capet."

beep, beep, beep...

After saying that, Augusta didn't give Leslie a chance to speak and hung up the phone.

"Go to hell, you damn nigger!"

Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Leslie was stunned for a moment, then with a distorted expression, he smashed the phone to pieces.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

Just then, someone knocked on the study door from outside.

Leslie took a series of deep breaths, and finally managed to calm down, and shouted to the outside: "Come in."

The butler with slightly gray hair pushed the door open and said with a grim expression: "Master, something bad has happened. I'm afraid that this time, we are..."

"Is there any worse news than that from Mali?"

Leslie's expression, which had just eased, turned gloomy again. He had received enough bad news today, but he did not expect that there would be more bad news, and so quickly.

"Just now, Queen Elizabeth of the British Royal Family held a press conference, announcing that they have caught the murderer and will put him on trial soon. The murderer is from... the Capet family!"

The old butler dropped a bombshell with a sour voice.

"what!"

Leslie's pupils contracted violently. How could the murderer be a member of his Capet family? This was simply a blatant frame-up. This matter must not be confirmed. Once it was confirmed, the Capet family would be truly doomed and would be destroyed in his hands. And he, Leslie Capet, would be the sinner of the entire family!
"What else did they say?"

Leslie stared at the butler with his eyes fixed, his mind racing. This matter must be dealt with, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. He couldn't afford it, and neither could the entire Capet family!
"They said that after interrogation, the two assassins confessed to the crime. According to the two assassins, they were originally bodyguards of the Capet family. They were forced to assassinate William because the Capet family used his family as a threat. The two assassins confessed that the Capet family mentioned the word 'ETA'. The British royal family had reason to suspect that the Capet family had actually been a terrorist family for a long time. The current head of the family, Leslie Capet, is a European aristocrat on the surface, but in fact he is a senior member of the Spanish ETA organization!"

The old butler paused after he finished speaking, and added: "Those two murderers...are indeed bodyguards serving the Capet family, and...their families have already been relocated in advance..."

After hearing what the old housekeeper said, Leslie's scalp suddenly went numb, and he felt as if all his bones had been sucked out. He slumped down on the sofa, muttering to himself: "So this is your ultimate move..."

"It's really high. I never expected this..."

"The head of the family..."

The old butler called out with some concern.

"call……"

Leslie took a deep breath, waved his hand tremblingly and said: "You go out first, let me be alone..."

The old butler opened his mouth, but in the end he could only sigh: "Alas, Master, please take care of yourself. I will leave now."

He shook his head helplessly, stepped out quietly, and helped Leslie close the door. "I never thought that... my Capet family, which is so big, would become a stepping stone for a peasant. How ridiculous, sad, and lamentable!"

After the old butler left, Leslie took out a high-end cigar from the drawer while laughing at himself. After carefully roasting it, he cut off the cigar head with an exquisite cigar cutter. His movements were elegant and pleasing to the eye, but after lighting it, he took a big puff, the kind that went straight through his lungs.

Feeling the dizziness in his head the moment he inhaled, Leslie slowly exhaled the thick smoke, accompanied by two streams of blood slowly falling from his nose. His face was looming in the smoke, looking a little creepy.

"It turns out that smoking a cigar that injures the lungs will only make you feel a little dizzy and have a little nosebleed..."

Leslie's face was pale and sickly. He wiped the blood from his nose, picked up the mobile phone on the table, found Sean's number in the address book, and dialed it with trembling hands.

beep...beep...

"Hi, Leslie, my friend. How are you?"

The call was quickly connected, and Sean's voice was full of concern, but it sounded extremely harsh to Leslie's ears.

"Sean, I admit that you are really good. This time, I lost."

There was calmness in Leslie's voice. At this point, there was no need to consider how to deal with the situation. Sean had set him up for a dead end, and there was absolutely no possibility of a comeback. He even suspected that the guy who actually assassinated William was the killer sent by Sean, and the two Capet family bodyguards were just scapegoats, unlucky guys. To be precise, it should be the bullets shot at the Capet family!

If nothing unexpected happens, the families of the two bodyguards will definitely be controlled by Sean's men, and in order to protect their families, the two bodyguards will definitely stick to the Capet family. He doesn't see any hope of breaking the deadlock.

Unless Sean personally admitted during the call that it was he who sent people to assassinate Prince William, once Sean got carried away and admitted it, the crisis of the Capet family would be immediately resolved. Although it would cause some losses and there was a high probability of serious injuries, at least it would not be irreparable.

But he could only give it a try. Sean was too vigilant, and it was almost impossible to get any information out of him.

"Haha, my friend, don't say that. You know, I didn't want to do this. It was you who forced me to do this..."

Sean said in a dark tone.

"If I'm not mistaken, the person who actually assassinated William should be you, right?"

Leslie spoke slowly. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

"Haha, Mr. Cape, please don't use your malice to speculate on the kind-hearted Sean. There is solid evidence that it was you who ordered the assassins to be sent out, and you even used family members as coercion. It really makes me sad to see this happen. I didn't expect that my friend would be a terrorist. This is really terrible!"

Sean is not that kind of young fool, nor is he the fierce villain in TV dramas who always wants people to be smart. If you want to trick him with this little trick, you are not at that level enough!
"Oh~ Really? Maybe, but I hope that the grudge between us is limited to us. Fiona is innocent, and she has your child in her belly."

Leslie naturally knew that this trick would not work on Sean, but he was just giving it a try. He was already at a dead end. If he were alone, his choice would naturally be to fight to the death, to go crazy, and to tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy even if he died. But unfortunately, he was not that person. He could die, and he had to die. If he didn't die, Sean would not be able to sleep well.

But Fiona must be saved. She will live as the only bloodline of the Capet family. The child in her belly will also become the continuation of the Capet family's bloodline. Although it carries the blood of the enemy, this is already the best result. He does not ask for more.

"Haha, please rest assured, Mr. Capet, I don't kill women, let alone my woman, the woman who is pregnant with my child. There is an old Chinese saying that even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, so you should worry about yourself, buddy."

On the other end of the phone, Sean's eyes flickered and a hint of struggle flashed across his face. He couldn't make a decision as to whether to keep Fiona or to kill her off. After all, this woman was different from his previous sex partner.

"I hope you can keep your word, Sean. You know, she has always loved you. No matter what, don't hurt her. Otherwise, even if I go to hell, I will definitely come back to find you!"

Leslie didn't believe even a single punctuation mark when Sean said he wouldn't kill women. Not to mention that Sean had climbed from the bottom to his current position, and who knows how many people had been killed directly and indirectly. Could there be fewer women and children among them?

To be clear, Sean shot and killed a sex partner he had in Baghdad a year ago because the woman was stupid enough to plot against him.

"Man, I could send you to hell when you were alive, and even if you did crawl out of hell, I would just send you back. That's all."

Sean shook his head and laughed. He didn't know if Leslie had watched too many movies. Why did these guys like to threaten people with nonsense like "I won't let you go even if I become a ghost" before they were dying?

I'm not afraid of you when you're alive, so it doesn't make sense that I should be afraid of you if you're dead, right?
Even if you become a ghost you won’t let me go?
How many divisions do you have?
"you!"

Leslie was a little speechless for a moment, but he could not refute. In the end, he could only take a few deep breaths. After his emotions calmed down again, he suddenly asked faintly: "My father... you killed him, right?"

"Hey, Leslie, with your intelligence, you should have known it a long time ago, right? I'm doing this for your own good. Otherwise, how could you have taken over the position of head of the family so early, right?"

Sean did not deny this matter, because there was no need to deny it. It was just killing the father of a terrorist. What was there to be shy about?
The father of a terrorist must be a terrorist himself.

Terrorists should be killed by everyone. Sean is contributing to world peace!

"People like you... deserve to succeed. I really can't beat you..."

Leslie closed his eyes in pain and hung up the phone. Although he had guessed it long ago, after knowing the answer from the other party, he still felt how terrifying Sean was. He knew too well why Sean killed his father. The purpose was to let him take the throne and take charge of the Capet family.

(End of this chapter)