Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 580 Chapter 570
Luxembourg, Hugo Manor, the once elegant and magnificent manor now exudes a sense of desolation. There is not even a servant or security guard in the entire manor. Outside the manor are teams of Luxembourg troops. In other words, the entire Hugo Manor has been blocked by the Luxembourg authorities, and no one is allowed to enter or leave.
Inside the manor, Leslie had his hair combed meticulously and sat at the dining table wearing a tablecloth, enjoying a simple breakfast elegantly. His movements were slow and graceful, not making any noise while eating, just like a prince in an ancient palace. However, there was no one else in the entire huge restaurant except him, and there was no maid or servant who should have been serving him, which made this beautiful picture seem a little fragmented, giving people the feeling of the last prince.

The word "dead end" is not an exaggeration to describe Leslie now.

boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door, which seemed extremely discordant in this quiet and elegant environment, but it did not affect Leslie who was eating at all. He did not even raise his eyelids and continued to cut the toast in the tableware with elegant movements.

The door of the restaurant was smashed open from the outside with a battering ram, and a group of armed SWAT police rushed in with their guns pointed at Leslie who was having a meal. However, seeing that Leslie was not moved at all and didn't even have the intention to pay attention to them, they looked at each other, feeling a little confused for a moment.

After all, the man in front of them was once a Luxembourg nobleman. For people like them, it was very difficult to even meet him in the past, let alone break down his door and break into his restaurant, which was something they dared not even think about.

However, Leslie did not keep them waiting for long. After he finished the last piece of toast, he picked up the orange juice on the table and drank it all. Then he wiped his mouth with a napkin, took off the napkin from his neck and folded it on the dining table. He stood up, straightened his collar, and walked straight to several special police officers.

"Let's go."

After leaving a word, Leslie walked straight out, without any awareness of being a prisoner. The special police officers behind him seemed more like bodyguards rather than people who came to arrest him.

"Mission accomplished guys."

The SWAT captain shrugged helplessly. The other party was a big shot after all. Even though he was already on the decline, they still didn't dare to offend him in the slightest. There is a saying that goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Leslie became a prisoner, if he was dissatisfied with them and wanted to deal with them, it would only take a word.

Leslie did not resist at all, allowing them to achieve their goal easily. It would be easy for them to take over the Capet family's assets. No one would disagree with his small request at this time. Even if he became a prisoner and really went crazy, no one could guarantee that he would have any other tricks up his sleeve. Even if it would not cause any substantial harm to them, it would definitely cause some unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, being able to capture him effortlessly like now is naturally the best result. No one wants Leslie to go crazy, so at this sensitive time, these people will naturally meet his small requests. It is very worthwhile to sacrifice a few insignificant special police officers for this. This may be the sadness of small people.

Of course, there is another very important point. We are all aristocrats. Even if we are at the end of our rope, we must still maintain our dignity. The upper class people compete with each other, and the losers maintain their dignity. This is the tacit rule. No one dares to guarantee that he can always be a winner. Who would like to be treated the same as those lower-class peasants when they become a loser?

Leslie walked out of Hugo Manor and looked up at the sky. It was just getting light. He glanced at the group of military police outside and then walked towards them. It didn't look like a terrorist being captured, but more like a political bigwig traveling. Media reporters in the distance were trying to squeeze in frantically. Flash lights were flashing like machine guns. Fortunately, the cordon set up by the army stopped them, otherwise they would have rushed in and surrounded Leslie.

The ancient noble Capet family fell!
The end of the Capet family!
The current resident of the ancient noble Capet family is actually one of the top leaders of the terrorist organization ETA!

The Capet family is suspected to be the financial backer behind the ETA organization!

These topics will become hot topics throughout Europe, and these media reporters can't help but go crazy. They don't care what the truth is, they only care whether the topic is explosive enough, attractive enough, and whether it can get countless people involved in the discussion.

When Leslie got into the prison van used by the Luxembourg police to escort him, a morning sun rose slowly from the eastern skyline, casting golden light on the earth. It was so bright and dazzling that it made people feel warm.

.........

"Leslie's under arrest!"

Abu Dhabi, Tinata Island, RFG Group headquarters, in the reception room, Sean was sitting opposite Ryan, the heir of the Habsburg family, and red wine was swaying in the exquisite crystal glasses.

"My friend, our time is coming. Are you ready?"

Ryan said meaningfully with a faint smile on his face.

"Of course, you know my friend, only when yesterday's sun sets will a new sun rise. Look, it's already hanging in the sky, shining brightly!"

Sean stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass and gazing into the distance. There seemed to be two flames burning in his hawk-like eyes.

The fire of ambition!

"You're right, Sean. The Capet family's sun of yesterday has set, and it's time for you, the new sun, to rise!"

Ryan followed Sean's gaze and was slightly startled.

"What are you going to do with Leslie?"

Ryan asked seemingly casually.

"As long as a person is alive, there is hope. What's more, he is an old noble. Even if he is imprisoned for life, it is still not hopeless."

Sean shook his head. There was no doubt that Luxembourg would hand over Leslie to the British Empire. There was no death penalty in the British Empire. Even if Leslie was not handed over to the British Empire, Luxembourg itself was a country that had completely abolished the death penalty. In other words, Leslie would be sentenced to life imprisonment at most. As for whether they would find a way to kill Leslie in prison, Sean had never doubted it. Whether it was the old aristocrats in Luxembourg or the British Empire, it was normal for a prisoner to die in prison.

But Sean still felt that it was not safe enough. There were too many variables in prison, so the best way was to let Leslie commit suicide himself. This was the safest way, and he had already asked someone to do it.

"But whether it's the Luxembourg families or the Windsor family, they won't let Leslie live. It's normal for someone to die in prison. If we do it ourselves, will we get into trouble?"

Ryan frowned. He was more inclined to let those guys do it. He didn't think Leslie would cause any trouble after being put in jail.

"There are too many variables in prison. I won't feel at ease until he's dead. But I'm not stupid enough to do it myself at this time. Otherwise, both Luxembourg and the British Empire will intervene in the investigation. Even if they can't find anything, sometimes suspicion is enough to make people worry."

Sean understood Ryan's feelings. After all, the overall situation was settled, and letting Leslie fend for himself was the best option. There was no need to cause trouble for himself.

"What are you going to do?"

Ryan was a little confused by what Sean said. He was worried about the prison, but he didn't plan to do it himself. Could it be that Leslie would commit suicide? Even if he wanted to commit suicide, he would need a chance. Besides, he was not a fool, so how could he commit suicide?

"It's better to let him die on his own..." Sean took a sip of the wine in the glass and muttered.

"Let him die on his own?"

Ryan was a little confused. He didn't know where Sean got the confidence to make Leslie commit suicide obediently. After all, there was still a glimmer of hope if he was tried normally and sent to prison. There was really no need for him to seek death. It was already good enough for him to wait to be arrested and then wait to be dealt with in prison.

"Haha, his sister Fiona is in China. Although I don't know where she is for now, you know that she was once engaged to me. It shouldn't be difficult for me to find her."

Sean had a sinister smile on his face.

"But you guys cancelled the engagement a long time ago, and she was even engaged to someone else. If it weren't for this, Fiona's wedding would be next month, but it's mine.

"Shit, you guy, do you want to reason with me?"

Sean raised his sandbag-sized fist and asked Ryan with great dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, what are you doing with your fist raised up?"

Ryan stepped back slightly, keeping a safe distance from Sean, as if afraid that his fist would suddenly strike down.

“This is my truth!”

Sean said as a matter of course.

This place...is modeled after the US special forces?"

Brother Li looked around and suddenly thought of a training video of the US Navy SEAL Team Six that he had seen before.

It also said it was some kind of assessment test, but he forgot what it was specifically. The video was also incomplete. He only saw the first small part, which showed a person standing under the headlights with his entire head covered by a hood. People outside were using modular facilities to assemble the scene. This was roughly his impression.

"Yes sir, it is a one-to-one replica of the training ground of SEAL Team Six in the United States."

Joseph nodded. What the other party said was absolutely correct. It was not just imitation, they were simply copying. Joseph did not deny this, and there was no need to deny it. After all, a private PMC could replicate the training facilities of the top special forces of the US military one-to-one.
"Hmm? You know what, Brother Li."

When Guo Fusheng, who was a little confused, heard Brother Li’s question, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I'm not particularly sure. I just saw a video of the US Navy SEAL Team Six before, which talked about some kind of test, but the video didn't mention what the test training was called."

Brother Li frowned and thought for a while, but the video he saw was not complete, so he only had a vague understanding of it.

"The S&T test system is the ultimate assessment item for indoor CQB combat training. It tests the trainees' physical reactions, mental agility, insight, and other comprehensive ultimate assessments."

Joseph explained.

"That sounds good. It seems your company is really good at this."

Guo Fusheng nodded. He had visited the training ground of the Sanye Jungle Headquarters before, so he had seen the modular training facilities before, but there was no killing house here, so he didn't know about it.

"Yes, let's go and check out the other side, which is also the main venue for our competition today."

Joseph shrugged and led the two to the training room on the left. There was also an elevated corridor above the room. It was specially designed to allow people to observe the trainees more clearly, so it would naturally not be abandoned.

The layout below is similar, with walls on wheels. This is also a major feature of the modular training room, allowing people to simulate various scenes in a very short time. Shopping malls, houses, hospitals, hotels, living rooms, etc. are not a problem at all. As long as training is needed, it can be done.

Can and his team members are already waiting here. They don’t know what the specific mission is this time, but they know that they have encountered a large order worth one million US dollars per month, and it is a long-term order!

But the employer asked to see a training performance of theirs, so as to get a direct understanding of their abilities, so they were all eager to try. How could they take such a good thing lightly?
"Dude, you're being rude," Joseph asked tentatively. Someone had contacted him these past two days, and it was a woman. So it could only be the German student. Apart from that, he really couldn't think of anyone else.

"Yes, she told me that she wanted to hire a team of bodyguards from your company, but she didn't have enough money, so she insisted that I help her, so I sat here."

Guo Fusheng shrugged, confirming Joseph's guess.

"Hmm... So that's how it is. Well, she's a really cute girl."

Joseph shrugged and said, "But since we have reached a cooperation, we are family. It's not impossible for your sister to give you a discount. What do you think, Mr. Guo?"

After learning that the girl from Germany was Guo Fusheng's sister, Joseph immediately thought about a lot of things. Guo Fusheng was obviously a rich man, most likely a top second-generation rich man in China. There were only a few top rich people with the surname Guo in the whole of China. No matter which one it was, being able to reach a long-term cooperation would only benefit their group. He knew Sean's current situation, and he would not refuse a powerful ally to join this! "

Ryan was so angry that he laughed at Sean's self-righteous attitude. What the hell is this bullshit?

Have you ever seen someone holding up a fist as big as a sandbag and telling you that this is the truth?

(End of this chapter)