Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 582 Chapter 572
The remaining police officers were so frightened that they forgot to get in their cars to chase the car. In the blink of an eye, the car had disappeared. They looked at each other, then called the front desk directly to report the situation, and then took care of the injured police officers on the spot. Well... some unlucky guys were not killed directly.

However, the British police, who were fighting with all their might, might not be able to do anything with Simon's modified vehicle in the short term, but that did not mean that the military's Apache armed helicopter was helpless. The Apache quickly locked onto the Dodge Charger that was driving towards the Brighton seaside at a very fast speed.

"The vehicles below are parked. You have nowhere to escape. Please stop running immediately, or we will launch a ground attack!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk...

Listening to the sound of the helicopter propellers above and the threatening shouting, Simon's expression did not change at all. He just increased the speed of the car to a higher level, reaching the maximum speed of 400 km/h. He was just short of turning on the nitrogen launcher. It can be foreseen that at this speed, if the operation is improper, the vehicle will immediately lose control, resulting in the destruction of the car and the death of the driver!
"Damn it, these guys came really fast!"

Taylor uttered a curse word in anger and was locked by an Apache attack helicopter on land. Without air defense capability, he was almost sentenced to death.

"Sit tight and be ready to unbuckle your seat belt at any time."

Above, the driver of the Apache saw that the vehicle below not only did not stop to surrender, but actually increased its speed. He immediately said to the weapon operator: "Owl, teach that rat down there a lesson!"

"Got it, man, just watch me!"

The weapon operator responded, then operated the onboard M-203 30mm machine gun to attack the speeding vehicle below.

Boom boom boom boom…

The terrifyingly powerful high-explosive armor-piercing bullets shot at the Dodge Charger's butt.

bang bang bang bang...

Fortunately, the car was fast enough and had good performance, otherwise, if it was hit by this kind of bullet, no matter what kind of bulletproof material it was made of, it would be useless. Just one hit on the car body would cause it to lose control.

At the same time, a bend of nearly 90 degrees appeared more than 400 meters ahead. With such a short distance and a speed of km/h, it could be reached in the blink of an eye. It was very difficult to turn the bend, but the machine guns of the Apache attack helicopters behind were chasing and shooting, so it was impossible to slow down at this time, otherwise it would definitely be hit.

Simon gritted his teeth and kept his foot on the accelerator, with no intention of slowing down. Taylor was also highly concentrated in the back seat of the car. He hated the feeling that he could do nothing and had to leave everything to fate, but he had no way to deal with the situation.

Boom boom boom!
When the car is only about a hundred meters away from the bend, he lightly pulled the handbrake, turned the steering wheel with his left hand hard, turned the steering wheel all the way to the right, stepped on the clutch, and changed gears. His movements were smooth and seamless.

squeak--!
The black Dodge Charger's center of gravity moved forward instantly, the front wheel's grip increased greatly, while the rear wheel's grip decreased. The rear of the car slid sideways, and the intense friction caused wisps of black smoke to come out of the rear wheels!
The moment the rear of the car slid sideways, Simon turned the steering wheel sharply to the left again and stepped on the accelerator again. It only took a moment to turn. The moment the car was straightened, he released the handbrake, changed gears, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and at the same time turned on the nitrogen launcher!

Squeak!
boom--!
The front of the car jumped up instantly and catapulted into action, rushing out like an arrow. Several high-explosive bombs and a Spike anti-tank missile exploded at the bend where the car had just stopped. A small mushroom cloud rose on the spot, and the wild air waves destroyed everything around it.

If Simon had been a little slower, he would have been blown to the sky by now.

At this time, several police cars rushed out from both sides of the intersection ahead of the road. The policemen just wanted to block the police car in the middle of the road, but the car was going too fast. Before they reached the middle of the road, the car had already brushed past the front of their car. In desperation, they could only grit their teeth, step on the accelerator, and chase after the car. But although their police car was good, how could it be a match for this Dodge Charger that had been modified to the limit and had nitrogen acceleration turned on?
In a few seconds, he was thrown out of sight, but the Apache above was not thrown away, and was still chasing and shooting at him, and occasionally launching various missiles and rockets. However, although these missiles had tracking functions, Simon still dodged them with his superb driving skills. After parking the car, he looked at a Ford SUV Explorer parked not far away with some doubts, but he didn't think much about it. He took out the key and opened his door, but after entering the living room, he was stunned in place for a moment, because he found that he didn't know when there were two uninvited guests in his house. However, he had a strong psychological quality and wanted to turn around and run away at the first time, but just as this idea came up, he stopped in place, as if he was cast into a spell, because one of the strong men took out a pistol and pointed it at him.

"Hey man, if you're going to turn around and run, I hope you're faster than this 9mm bullet, otherwise you're going to die a miserable death."

The burly man who pointed the gun at him winked at him with a teasing tone.

"Sir, I don't seem to know you, and I don't think I have offended anyone recently..."

Cook was very sure that he had not offended anyone. At least for now, he didn't think he had any enemies. Could it be the robbers?
"That's not necessarily true, buddy. Maybe you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended. Or... Think about it. If you have thought of it, we will let you go. How about that?"

The sturdy man looked at the other person with a playful look. In fact, he was also very curious about why the boss would send him to capture an ordinary person who had nothing to do with them. However, since the other party could be targeted by the boss, there must be something unusual about him, but he just didn't know it. At least now this guy was still very calm, and most ordinary people probably didn't have this psychological quality.

"Sir, I am very sure that I have not offended anyone, so whatever you want, I can do it. Please don't kill me, I don't want to die yet."

Cook frowned, he was very sure that he had no enemies, and the other party did not look like a robber, so if he wanted to survive, he had to find out what the other party wanted to do. Only when he knew what the other party wanted could he think of countermeasures. He did not want to die so early. He finally got the opportunity to become a member of the Capet family. He only needed to wait until next month to officially move into Hugo Manor. He had suffered so much, swallowed his anger, and allowed Fiona to humiliate and beat him, wasn't it just to become a superior person?
Now that it was almost done, he didn't want to die.

"Haha, unfortunately, we don't know either, but our boss wants to see you, so I hope you can cooperate and don't force us to use violence." The sturdy man shrugged indifferently, put away the idea of ​​playing with the other party, stood up, motioned the other party to turn around, then fumbled around the other party for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he pushed the other party and said: "Let's go, buddy."

I am the fish and they are the butchers. The other party has a gun and Cook has no choice but to cooperate if he doesn't want to die. Of course, even if the other party doesn't have a gun, he doesn't think that he can defeat two of them with his thin arms and legs.

After getting into the Ford Explorer, Cook asked, "Can you tell me who your boss is? I think he wants to see me, so he probably won't mind me knowing who he is, right?"

Cook tried to get some information out. At least he had to find out who wanted to see him so that he could be mentally prepared and think about how to respond. At the same time, he also used his brain, trying to think about whether he had touched anyone's interests. If he had no enemies, then there would only be a question of interests. But he was the boss of a small company, whose interests could he touch that would cause the other party to send people to kidnap him?

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out who that person was.

"Dude, don't use such cheap means to get information from me. You'll know it after you meet the person. Now all you need to do is shut your mouth, or I don't mind stitching it up for you."

As old experts, they would not be tricked into obtaining any information through such low-level tactics. The other party had made a wrong calculation.

Seeing that the other party was not falling for it at all, Cook was helpless. It was already the limit for him to remain calm. How could he possibly get anything out of the two old men?

When others were doing this, he was still working and studying.

On the winding cement road, a gray van came towards us and the two vehicles passed each other.

The Ford Explorer continued to drive towards the port of Luxembourg, while the van stopped at the door of Cook's house. A man in blue work clothes, a mask and a baseball cap got out of the car, carrying a yellow toolbox in his hand and walked straight to Cook's small villa, glancing at the Hyundai SUV parked outside.

Ok?
He looked at the wheel marks on the road outside with some confusion, then looked at the wheels of the Hyundai car. A trace of doubt arose in his heart, but he did not delve into it. After all, business was more important. He walked straight to the closed door and rang the doorbell, but there was no response from inside. After waiting for a while, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell again, but still no response, which made him even more confused.

After the doorbell stopped ringing, he stopped trying to ring it. He opened the toolbox, took out a thin wire, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently turned it a few times.

Click!

With a "click", he reached out to turn the doorknob and easily opened the door. Then he took out a Glock 19 compact pistol from his arms, picked it up and carefully entered the house. After a careful search, he confirmed that there was no one inside. Thinking back to the unusual tire marks at the door, he became more suspicious because there were no signs of other people entering the house, including the doorknob, footprints outside the door, and no extra footprints. The phone suddenly rang, Sean took it out, grinned, and slid the answer button.

"Hey, Sean, did you watch the news?"

Leslie's voice came from the other end of the phone. As a member of this interest group, after learning that William was assassinated, the first thing he thought of was to contact Sean to discuss. Although their relationship is a little awkward because of Fiona, and Leslie already suspects that Sean killed his father, but now everyone's interests are still the same, and this matter is also led by Sean, so he naturally needs to see what Sean thinks about this kind of thing, and then see if he can get more benefits from it.

As for hatred, it can be temporarily abandoned for the sake of profit. How much is that thing worth?

"Of course, I didn't expect this to happen, and it makes me sad. We have lost a reliable partner."

Sean's tone was slightly disappointed, but the smile was harder to suppress than AK's.

"Yes, yes, it's really unfortunate news that we have lost a reliable partner, but what we need to do now is not to mourn for him, but to find a new partner, right?"

Leslie didn't believe the sadness in Sean's tone, and even sneered at it. We are all the same species, so why do we have to pretend to be so affectionate?
"Well, I think you're right, Leslie, we should cheer up, so who do you think would be more suitable to take over his interests?"

As soon as Sean heard what the other party said, he immediately knew what this guy was thinking. If he guessed correctly, Leslie and the Habsburg heir Ryan might have reached some PY deal in private.

"I think Ryan is more suitable. The Habsburg family has enough strength, and we have had contact before, right? At least everyone is relatively familiar with each other."

As Sean expected, Leslie immediately proposed that Ryan take over. It was not that he was too direct, but the situation was already like this. Taking advantage of the time when William passed away, once Ryan was replaced by William, when the British Empire realized that they wanted to intervene again, they would inevitably look for Sean. The pressure would fall on Sean, while Leslie and Ryan could sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. If Sean could not withstand the pressure, he would have to share a part of his own profits with the British Empire. If he could withstand it, then it would be a good thing. He had already offended the United States, and now he would offend the British Empire again. When the two big guys decided, Sean's fate would probably not be much better than that of Colonel Ka.

At this moment, a tunnel appeared more than 200 meters ahead. According to the map, after passing through this tunnel, they arrived at the Brighton seaside. As long as they rushed into the sea and dived as quickly as possible, they could escape the pursuit and enter the submarine, and they would be basically safe.

(End of this chapter)