The death of the British National Police Director Nash, which is a tragedy for the Fenton government.

This leaves them with the most reliable helper, the most powerful weapon to deal with the resistance organization. However, sadness always passes, and how to choose Nash's successor is the most important thing.

The Americans have begun to interfere strongly in the internal affairs of the Fenton administration, and they are eyeing the position left by Nash. As for whoever takes over is not very close to them, whether it is Colonel Jade or Lieutenant Colonel Mills.

Colonel Jed and Lieutenant Colonel Mills, two natural mortal enemies, have shown their magical powers and are desperately trying to show their own abilities in order to be able to sit in this position.

One of them won over the Prime Minister and the other wooed the Minister of Defense, and no one was willing to lose to the other party easily. On the contrary, they relaxed their jobs.

The funeral for Nash was held in a rainy and rainy weather. A few days ago, the weather in London became particularly clear, but now it has returned to rainy weather. Perhaps God is foreshadowing something.

Many Americans and senior officials of the Fenton government attended the funeral. No matter how Nash was during his lifetime or how many enemies he had set up for himself, he is now a dead man, and the fox is sad. The British still understand this truth.

"This is a respectable person, this is a respectable person."

President Fenton was chanting the eulogy in a low voice, and the gentlemen and wives below listened silently. Some people thought that the situation in Britain today could not help but their eyes turned red.

Yes. They were not crying for Nash, but for their destiny and future. Not long ago, the situation seemed to be very good. But in a blink of an eye, everything changed.

Nash, who is responsible for protecting London and protecting them from safety, is dead, so what will their fate? Will they become prisoners of the enemy or die at the gun of the enemy?

Everyone wants to know this answer.

"Ltd Colonel Moyol" stood quietly beside Lieutenant Colonel Mills, and he looked around: "Where is Colonel Jade? Didn't he come?"

"Yes." Mills nodded: "General Gandra has held an emergency military meeting, and Jade must attend. Hey, Lieutenant Colonel Moyol. What do you think of Nash's death?"

"It's such a regrettable thing." Wang Weiyi sighed: "Although I haven't known Nash for a long time, I admire his personality, a guy who regards work as more important than his life."

"Yes. It's a pity that such a person died at the hands of the underground resistance organization..." Mills seemed helpless when he said this: "For the years, Nash has been fighting tenaciously with the underground resistance organization. He has never given up, and he even ignored his own family. Unfortunately, he has finally not been able to fight his fate..."

Wang Weiyi nodded: "Maybe the fate of each of us has been destined long ago..."

At this time, Nash's coffin began to enter the tomb. What is incredible is that even a Nash's immediate family member did not arrive, only his distant aunt appeared. It is said that this aunt had never seen Nash before. She was taken to London by the Fenton government from a remote town, and she promised to give her a lot of money. This old woman was willing to agree.

"Nash had no relatives a long time ago..." Perhaps seeing the doubts of "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol", Mills whispered: "He offended too many people in that position. I have heard of such a thing. When Nash was young, his family was in a very difficult situation. It was a relative who had been helping them. Last year, his relative rescued an injured member of the underground resistance organization. In the end, Nash actually arrested him with his own hands. Can you imagine the shock on his relative's face at that time..."

"How is that person now?" Wang Weiyi asked afterwards.

"Diet in prison." Mills shook his head helplessly: "This incident ruined Nash to some extent, and no one dared to approach him anymore. So when Fenton personally invited his family in the name of the president, everyone refused with various excuses. I heard that some people were gloating about it... In the end, there was no way. Fenton didn't know where to get this old woman to replace him... Nash's fanaticism about work was like a pilgrim, but it made him lose too many things..."

"This is not a fanaticism about work, but a fanaticism about power." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "He is obsessed with the power in his hands, and he is not willing to let go of it for a minute. This is his core interest. If anyone violates this point of his, he will treat you as his enemy. He holds all the power tightly in his hands, and when he dies, I believe that all the departments he manages will soon fall into chaos..."

Mills was a little surprised that "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" would say such words... But thinking about what "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" said is actually not unreasonable... Now the British intelligence agencies, especially those directly under the control of Nash during his lifetime, have fallen into a state of headlessness. Many ongoing cases have stalled, but the FBI and the CIA do not have so many people to share the responsibility for the British, which has also made the activities of underground resistance organizations rampant again...

Maybe this is the consequence of Nash's refusal to delegate power...

"Lt. Col. Moyol, do you know why Fenton established an 'Anti-American Special Cooperation Intelligence Agency' after Nash's death?" Mills asked suddenly.

Wang Weiyi shook his head and Mills lowered his voice: "The vacuum left by Nash must be replaced by us Americans, but an American directly became the director of the British National Police. This made the British emotionally unacceptable, so this organization was specially established, and the position of the Director of the Intelligence Bureau is actually equivalent to the previous National Police Director..."

In fact, Wang Weiyi had already known that without Mills saying anything. Jed and Mills were staring at this position. No one was willing to lose to each other. This made Fenton feel very difficult.

On one hand, there is the FBI supported by the Prime Minister and the CIA supported by the Secretary of Defense. Both sides hold huge power. What choice should Fenton make?

"Who would you support if you have a choice, Lieutenant Colonel Moyol?" Mills asked such a question.

"I think I will probably stand on your side..." Wang Weiyi said slowly.

A smile flashed across Mills's mouth. He did not expect "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" to help him in this matter. But at least this sounds particularly comfortable.

When the last shovel of soil fell on the coffin, a fierce gunshot suddenly rang out. This immediately made the guests here panic. Then, the gunshots became urgent.

"What happened?" Fenton screamed in anger.

"Mr. President. A large number of militants appeared around." Ms. Morrisha, Director of the Secret Service, hurried to the President: "They are attacking, but please rest assured that our bodyguards and federal agents are preventing the enemy from approaching, and reinforcements will arrive soon."

President Fenton is not afraid now, but feels anger. Such a thing has never happened before. Because all the routes and security forces of Fenton travel are all under Nash, and even the Secret Service must seek Nash's opinion. However, now that Nash is dead, everything is in chaos... It is said that the president's route to attend the funeral this time was just arranged the night before... Now, some guys from the underground resistance organization have captured the position of the president so accurately...

"Damn it, these damn guerrillas." Mills pulled out his pistol in anger: "Lt. Col. Moyol, you're here, I'll go ahead and take a look."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Mills." Wang Weiyi watched Mills leave calmly. Then he quickly approached President Fenton and senior British government officials.

"Stop, stop!" The president's bodyguard pulled out his pistol and shouted loudly to stop Wang Weiyi.

"Hey. Don't shoot. I am Lieutenant Colonel Moyol, a senior investigator of the US Army Intelligence Agency!" Wang Weiyi raised his hand and signaled that he did not carry any offensive weapons to approach the president.

"Enough, let him come over, I know that Lieutenant Colonel Moyol." The irritated Prime Minister Wilkins asked the bodyguard to put down the gun in his hand.

Prime Minister Wilkins was also very annoyed at this moment. They had never been upset by such things in the past. However, after Nash's death, Prime Minister Wilkins was forced to directly ask about the president's travel safety. However, even so, something happened. Where did the waste from the Secret Service, their experience of protecting the president?

"Lt. Col. Moyol, do you have any good suggestions?" Prime Minister Wilkins didn't say much politely: "The three intersections are all enemies. Those damn guerrillas mobilized a lot of power, and the security force was obviously insufficient. Now the President cannot leave here by car. It will take ten minutes for the reinforcements to arrive."

"Mr. President, Mr. Prime Minister, I suggest you leave here immediately." Wang Weiyi said without hesitation: "I think the guerrillas' methods are not just the only ones."

Prime Minister Wilkins hesitated for a moment, and then whispered something in President Fenton's ear... President Fenton nodded slightly: "Morisha, now Lieutenant Colonel Moyol takes over my security work."

Wang Weiyi was no longer polite: "Take the President out of here immediately, hurry up, go there, go there!"

After saying that, he took the lead in heading to the place he was talking about, and the bodyguards quickly protected senior British government officials, including the president and the prime minister, following him.

It was a small wood next to the cemetery. When these people arrived, they were stunned... Three armed helicopters suddenly appeared in the sky, and then the armed helicopters began to strafuse the ground, and even carried terrible missiles on the gunship!

In an instant, the cemetery was completely trapped in the sea of ​​explosion and fire. Those who had no time to escape fell one after another in a pool of blood under the attack of the helicopter, and sad cry kept coming here.

The expressions of these British officials hiding in the woods changed completely. If they had left there one step later, perhaps they had become dead like Nash.

Now their eyes at Lieutenant Colonel Moyor have completely turned into gratitude and respect...

"Lt. Colonel Moyol. Thank you for your efforts. If it weren't for you, I think something terrible would have happened..."

As soon as Prime Minister Wilkins said, Wang Weiyi interrupted him: "Now isn't it time to say thank you. All bodyguards form the first line of defense. We must buy time. Morrissa, where is our air cover force? Is the president's traveling without protection from the air?"

"I don't know." Morrisha hurriedly replied, "It should be. But our helicopter didn't show up."

Fenton glared at Morrisha very dissatisfiedly, but now there is no good way. He can only hope that the reinforcements can arrive as soon as possible... Fortunately, the three armed helicopters never discovered this small woods, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable...

The bodyguards and federal agents tried their best. Although the guerrillas were numerous, they could not get close to the place. And the three armed helicopters that were raging then left the scene.

In less than ten minutes, the reinforcements finally appeared. The emergence of tanks and armored vehicles in the British team eased the tension. The guerrillas saw the regular army and quickly evacuated the battlefield.

President Fenton finally escapes from danger...

This tragic attack caused 28 deaths and 51 injuries, which was the most terrifying encounter since the establishment of the Fenton government. So much so that when the Fenton government reappeared in the cemetery under the protection of the army, his face was filled with sadness and anger.

He was not angry because of how many people died, but because of the incompetence of his subordinates. Things that had never happened before have happened are now happening like this. Do you dare to come out in the future? Do you dare to leave the presidential palace in the future?

When the news of Nash's death reached his ears, Fenton only felt sad. He had no other feelings, but now the impact of Nash's death has been fully reflected. Especially for Morisha, the director of his Secret Service, she used to only know how to do as Nash told him, and she had no opinion at all. Once she was allowed to stand alone, the Fenton government would almost be reimbursed.

But the problem is that Fenton can't say much. Morrissa was appointed by him personally, because in the past Morrissa was his secret lover before he became president. This time, I'll treat it as a return of her love.

Fenton refused the request to leave here immediately. He felt that it was time to exert his influence this time. He ordered that the wounded be rescued immediately and pursue the escaped guerrillas. The more this happened, the more the president could be reflected.

He turned around and saw the "Ltd Colonel Moyol" who had been protecting him. Fenton said silently: "Thank you for your efforts, Lieutenant Colonel Moyol. I think if it weren't for you this time, we would have suffered a huge loss. What kind of reward do you need me?"

"I don't need any reward, Mr. President." Wang Weiyi replied calmly: "Although I am not your bodyguard, this is also my duty. But please allow me to say an offensive word. This is not something a president should encounter. Your Secret Service is really incompetent."

This immediately talked about Fenton's thoughts. In fact, he also knew that the crux of the problem was not that the people in the Secret Service were incompetent, but that they had relied too much on Nash before. Once Nash died, not only them, but even the entire British intelligence agency did not know what to do.

Such a situation must be changed immediately, and Nash's successor must be selected immediately. At this moment, Fenton had made up such a determination.

Prime Minister Wilkins also came to them: "Mr. President, more than a dozen people in the guerrillas were killed, and all the others ran away. We are pursuing, and the injured have been properly placed. I am extremely sorry for this incident."

After all, this was something Prime Minister Wilkins personally intervened. But Fenton shook his head and said, "No, it's not your business, but a big problem has occurred within us. Mr. Prime Minister, immediately summon an emergency meeting, and invite General Gandra to attend. I think it's time to find Nash's successor."

President Fenton felt that this matter could not be delayed for a minute. Before leaving, he shook hands with "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol, thank you again for your efforts, I promise you will receive my reward."

Wang Weiyi smiled faintly. Perhaps when he told Fenton that the entire attack was planned by himself, many people participated in the attack, including the emergence of armed helicopters, and why the helicopters of the government responsible for protecting the sky did not appear inexplicably. These are all masterpieces made by countless people.

What kind of expression would Fenton look like if he knew the truth? Maybe he would kill himself on the spot?
Chapter completed!