Looking at the agents nearby, Phil waved his hand and fell to the ground with a few 'clang'. Phil and Gore slowly retreated to the old nest with strange smiles. The leading agent team leader whispered: "Mr. Phil? Please stay and explain, what are you carrying these coffins to do?"

Phil smiled and said, "You boss knows what we are going to do. You little soldiers are not qualified to know. Oh, come on, I think you seem to be very interested in our goods. Anyway, they are also garbage goods, so we will give them to you for free." Phil and Gore smiled and pushed away the agents behind with their coffin-carrying subordinates and ran back to the "Chinatown" not far away.

Several agents rushed forward and struggled to remove the lid of the coffin. They found the young man in a black windbreaker lying on the sky, wearing a black windbreaker and a lot of blood flowing out of the wound. Several agents cheered: "Ha, boss, we have found it."

The team leader was also anxious and didn't care whether it was possible to catch someone from Yi Chen so easily. He quickly shouted: "Send him to the infirmary at the headquarters, you bastards, drive the car over." The agents left the coffins and hurried away.

On the other side, Sakura slowly looked at the agent in front of her, smiled gently, and said softly: "Hello, sir, I don't know why you are chasing us? I heard that Britain is a country that abides by laws and regulations, and we have not violated any laws. Even our car speed is not violated, with a speed limit of 30 miles, and we have abide by the rules."

The agent leader looked at the strange Sakura coldly, shook his head and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, we are from MI6..."

Sakura said sharply: "Ah, MI6 agent? Well, I'm scared. I thought it was the police who came to me. I wouldn't bother to explain so much to you if I had known it was an agent. What's wrong with you? I didn't assassinate your prime minister, and didn't kill your king. Third, I abide by the law and never do illegal activities."

Before the agent could retort, Ying laughed out loud: "So, I'm afraid of those little policemen who are looking for trouble, but not afraid of you, noble and rigorous agents like you. You won't deduct me any charges, aren't you?"

The agent team leader was so angry that Ying deliberately pretended to have a feminine expression. The team leader was creepy and said involuntarily: "You are indeed a law-abiding person, except for killing your subordinates with a sword. Humph... We want to check your vehicles, sorry, it is related to national security."

Sakura and several special nin's faces changed slightly. Sakura had only killed one subordinate in one time. When the escaped subordinate committed suicide by committing suicide by cesarean section, Sakura helped him cut off his head... So, how did these agents know?

Ying followed Yi Chen's instructions and did not stop the agents from searching his vehicle. So the agents successfully captured a tough young man. He resisted a little and immediately fucked, so the young man pretended to be confused and fainted. The agents looked at Ying proudly: "Who is he?"

Ying simply said, "Oh? He was recruiting a car on the road just now, and we took him along the way. I am a kind-hearted and helpful person... If there is no other problem, we will leave." Ying had unknowingly learned Yi Chen's tone and kept proclaiming that he was a good person. He took a few genin into the car and drove away. However, just after passing a street intersection, he ordered the car to turn around and drive back towards "Chinatown".

The agents looked at the young man who was about 1.80 meters tall and full of clothes on his hands, and smiled. He ignored Sakura's affairs and stuffed the young man into the car and drove quickly towards the headquarters.

Tang Hu had already had a conflict with the agent. An agent was arrogantly about to open Tang Hu's car door, but Tang Hu kicked him seven or eight steps away, and lay on the ground for half a day without moving. All the agents took out their pistols, and Tang Hu and his brothers used the skill of close-fitting short-term attacks. He knocked down an agent in two or three heavy blows and beat them up fiercely.

Tang Hu smiled grimly and said, "You little hooligans, shameless gangsters dare to provoke me? Get out, get out as far as I can, don't let me see you again."

The team leader of the team led the team said viciously: "Damn it, we are agents, we are not the hooligans you call... Do you dare to attack the secret service personnel who are performing official duties? You are dead."

Tang Hu looked surprised: "God, how did I know you are an agent? Seeing you rushing out of the car and asking us to roll down, I thought you were a bandit blocking the road. Oh my God, how did I know you are a real agent? You didn't tell me your identity, didn't you?"

The team leader was speechless. Yes, he didn't show his identity, but this guy should know what he did. When he left "Chinatown" just now, he even beat him up in the opposite direction. Damn, he was beaten in vain by him.

Tang Hu helped the team leader up diligently and asked with a smile: "Sir, what's the price you have? Oh, sorry, your sunglasses were broken by me. Don't worry, I will compensate me for a good product of charcoal fibers specially used by American pilots... Oh, I'm so sorry, your eyes are blue, I'm sorry, I'm too hard... Oh, your shoulders are dislocated? I'll help you get it." With a 'ga', the team leader screamed wildly, and Tang Hu had quickly picked up his arm.

Tang Hu asked him with a smile: "May I ask, what's the point of doing?"

The team leader looked at him almost hideously and said word by word: "Take the person you brought out of 'Chinatown'."

Tang Hu pointed at the brothers behind him and said with a smile: "Are they all...have they broken the law? It's so unfortunate that I will definitely punish them. Sir, don't worry, I will definitely not cover up on them. You can take anyone you like, just take away."

The two agents rushed up, frantically pushed away the "Dragon Gate" disciples behind Tang Hu, rushed into a car, and pulled out a tall but pale young man, cheering, "Team leader, found it."

Tang Hu murmured, "What are you doing?"

The team leader looked at him viciously: "I'll give you a piece of advice. We know that you are the leader of the newly emerging gang in London recently, but don't be used by China Yi, otherwise it will be of no benefit to you... Can you tell me who this person is? Well? It was Yi Chen asked you to bring it out? Is it? Hum?" The person who was pulled out was limp and weak, and was stuffed into his car by several agents almost unconscious.

Tang Hu showed a strange smile and shook his head repeatedly: "But sir, this person..."

The team leader turned around and walked towards his car: "No need to explain it, I think you have been blinded, so I don't want to cause trouble for you. In the future, you'd better not have too close contact with that Chinese Yi." He said these words kindly.

Tang Hu muttered: "I originally wanted to tell you that he is the chef of our 'Songhe Tower', but since you don't listen, you have to forget it... Idiot, who do you look for? You are being played with like a child."—

M roared with a pale face: "What kind of garbage did you bring back?"

In the basement of the temporary headquarters of MI6, four men in black who had gun holes lie open. Their faces were dull, white foam flowed out of their mouths, and they were just four idiots. However, judging from their height, body shape, and clothing, they were the guy who broke into the confidential room of the British Ministry of Defense that night and stole the top-secret "super weapon" information.

Several agents pounced on them under M's order and cut their clothes with a dagger. Yes, the wounds on their bodies were clearly the injuries they suffered five or six days ago, and they had not been well treated. Then, every piece of cloth on their bodies and every inch of their bodies was searched once, and nothing was found except for some inferior fake passports and a batch of cash.

M strode over in anger, stepped hard on a person's head, and shouted: "You four bastards, who can you tell me who are you? Damn Yi, where did you find these four bastards? Or, you just made them?"

An agent rushed into the basement and reported loudly: "Boss, four employees of a Japanese financial company were robbed, and now life and death are unknown, and the news we got from Scotland Yard."

M laughed in anger: "Aha, Yi, you are really good at playing tricks... Then, these four unlucky people were carried out from the coffin, so I'll send them back to the coffin. Do the other two groups have any reply? Tell me..."

The two agent team leaders came in and said happily: "Boss, we caught the person. It was taken out by China Yi using the Japanese Sakura and the Chinese Tang Hu. But there were no traces of information on them."

M smiled: "Just catch people. As long as they can prove that they were the bastard that night, they dare not hand over the information. He knew that I had the power to destroy his entire organization... Okay, come with me and ask the people you caught. Note that the only characteristic of Chinese intelligence personnel is that they are not afraid of death. We need to make a very detailed plan to open their mouths."

Three minutes later, M arrived at the first torture room with a large number of people, which was the place where the man in black who was pulled down from Ying's car. M strode in, and then the man in black who was sitting in the corner of the room knelt down with a 'plop' and shouted loudly in weird Minnan language: "Sir, I'm a serious person. They hired me to cook in England with high salaries. I don't know anything."

The team leader who captured this guy's eyes turned dark and almost fainted. God, may this person be an intelligence officer?

M glared at him fiercely, and never wasted time anymore. He rushed to the second room with big strides. The young man who seemed to be paralyzed just now jumped up and smiled and said to M in more fluent English: "Madam, hello, I am a Chinese-university graduate. My major is chef skills. Oh, I finally guaranteed to come to work in the UK. Now I am the chef of the "Songhelou". The pastries you have eaten tonight were made by me. Are you satisfied? I think that "Thousand-layer muffin" is my most proud work. What do you think? Ah... This is my business card. If you need it, you can call the above. Our "Songhelou" is delivered to your door in 24 hours. Moreover, we Chinese are very honest and never charge tips or service fees. You don't need to..."

M moaned, furiously roaring like a tyrannosaurus: "Shut up... If you say another word, I will sink you to Thames. God, who have you caught back?"

The young chef nodded and bowed with a smile: "Ah, are you unhappy about me? Then I won't say it. However, I strongly recommend the food from "Songhelou". We have strict hygiene procedures. All our foods are freshest, which ensures clean and hygienic, and have a rich taste, which can meet the needs of flavors such as sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Maybe you can consider being our long-term customers. We are famous in the Chinese area... Hey, don't leave, don't leave. If it's a large number of orders, we can supply it at 20% off... Why are you going so fast? Business is not with favors..." The young man had a strange smile on his face.

M's mouth was trembling, as if pointing at a pile of garbage, pointing at the senior agents under his subordinates: "Gentlemen, please, send these people back to where they should go... God, have you retreated to the people who monitor "Chinatown"? God, I hope you have not made such a fatal mistake."

David kept it up and took a few steps back involuntarily: "Boss, there are severe riots in London. Several other military departments asked us to assist in the suppression. We thought that since the person had been caught, we would just..."

M shook all over and said powerlessly: "Ha, is that? It's so wonderful, so wonderful... Ha, riots, riots, you're going to suppress it. What a responsible agent, do you do your job, are you responsible for Scotland Yard? Do you want me to assign you to Scotland Yard? God... I think we can resign collectively."

David said dryly: "Boss, maybe Yi knows something else."

M was stunned for a moment: "So what? We have no evidence, no evidence, do we understand? We can't deal with him... Well, what about the peripheral blockade?"

David quickly showed his merits and said, "The outer blockade line has not slackened, we can be sure he is still in London."

M smiled: "Then, that's great...What is Yi doing? He has spent so much effort. Did he just ask me to help solve a few gang leaders and then start a fight? Don't he understand that that person must be sent out of the UK as soon as possible?"—

Scotland Yard was now filled with countless arrested football hooligans and Yi Chen's younger brothers. The football hooligans were honest and filled out the forms carefully to try to get out early. The arrested younger brothers of Yi Chen were shouting arrogantly. Occasionally, a few people with higher status even slapped the table and howled loudly, unscrupulously discussing how they beat the country bumpkins from other places just now.

Officer Carl looked at this scene helplessly, shook his head, and left with several police officers under his subordinates. Anyway, he was not responsible for these matters, so there was no need for him to worry.

Weilun pouted and looked at the noisy office building, and called Yi Chen angrily: "Yi, what are you doing? They are all your people, and they are all troubles caused by your people. Oh my God, would they ask them to cooperate with our work? A bastard told the police officer that he was the reincarnation of Elvis. What are they doing?"

Yi Chen said relaxedly: "Dear old friend Weilun, don't be like this, don't be sad, everything will pass... Oh, no, no, how dare I make trouble on purpose? It's December, your bonus... Oh, by the way, you shouldn't say on the phone, just like that, please help me let them go, I will ask someone to take them away."

Yi Chen's phone number was just put down, and about 200 cars of various types were docked arrogantly in the square in front of Scotland Yard. The six elder brothers under Yi Chen came to take the crowd with their own group of men and horses...

The football hooligans watched the villains who were 100 times more fierce than themselves, leaving one by one, and they were handcuffed here. They didn't know when they would be let go by the police. They couldn't help but sigh: "Damn, it turns out that being a hooligan is more comfortable than being a serious person, at least they are not afraid of the police."

After a busy night, Scotland Yard finally cleared these people. In addition to some of the serious things that may have killed the fans, more than 40 illegally entering the country without residence were found, including Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, etc.... Of course, our Long Shisan was also inside, and was hooking up with a grievance.

The police officer in charge of this incident said impatiently: "A group of people from the Immigration Bureau are going to deport them, send them over and send them away as soon as possible. These damn illegal workers..." After closing the official folders heavily, the matter was completed.

Long Shisan couldn't help but admire Yi Chen a little. He was too sinister to think of such an incredible way to send him out.

Ying rushed to Yi Chen's downstairs, and without waiting for her subordinates, she rushed upstairs in a pair of wooden clogs. Yi Chen was planning with Chekov how to copy the information of the "super weapon" to make a fortune. Seeing Ying rushed in, she quickly shut up and changed it to a nonsense topic about heroin and marijuana, which is more beneficial to the body.

Ying looked at Yi Chen nervously and said, "Yi, do me a favor. I suspect that MI6 is illegally monitoring our actions."

Yi Chen frowned: "Ying, sit down and say, what's wrong with MI6?"

Sakura sat down, pondered for a moment and said, "Hey, that's it. The agent who chased me today actually knew that I had helped a subordinate commit suicide by committing suicide by cesarean section, and it was absolutely impossible for them to know. At that time, we were in the inner hall of the casino. How could they know? Baga, they must have used some means to monitor us."

Yi Chen nodded and asked him: "I think, according to your subordinates' martial arts, it is impossible for those agents to sneak into the casino. So, have any outsiders entered your room and checked for any routes?"

Sakura grew up and said, "Bagaya Road, two months ago, after we attacked the Tower of London, we suddenly had water and power outages. The city hall sent a group of people to repair the pipeline...Baga, the insidious British."

Yi Chen smiled sinisterly: "Then, I'll send Kane to help you solve it. His men have some top electronic technology soldiers, and they will deal with those cameras... Of course, maybe we can tease them."

Sakura asked with interest: "Oh? How do you tease them?"

Yi Chen smiled viciously: "After asking Kane and the others to connect all the lines, put some original Japanese A-films for the MI6 people. I think they will be interested."

Chekov screamed: "Boss, I have 500 G Japanese adult films on my hard drive, wow, and Japanese young teeth films. They are so perverted... I can provide... Ah, I didn't say anything. When I'm talking nonsense, Master Sakura, don't take it to my heart, I have no other meaning."

Sakura's handsome face flushed and she opened her mouth a little angry.

Yi Chen was secretly funny and giggled—

M gave up the idea of ​​continuing to get entangled with Yi Chen, clamped up and sent people to start a net. In short, no matter what Yi Chen does tonight, you don’t want to leave London.

Those little agents who were suffering and hard enough to squeeze the wounds that were hit by the steel pipe, M said with an order and began to run around like a mad dog. M ordered: "You should treat yourself as hooligans, gangsters, and those real bastards can do, and you must do it. Even if you jump into the gutter, you can take out the person I want."—

In the desert of the Scottish Highlands, West rushed into the headquarters of the Dark Controversy Group with a sloping wind and strode towards the Dark Hall.

Several undead wizards stopped him and extorted him again before letting him go with satisfaction.

The Speaker and the others had already received the report sent back by Gegeus and learned that the people in the Holy See had suffered heavy casualties in New York. They have been celebrating this matter these days. Everyone is very happy and in a good mood. Therefore, no one asked why the time for the audience had not yet come, and West ran to the headquarters for such a boring thing.

West stood there respectfully and said respectfully: "Sir Speaker, I have something to report back."

The Speaker laughed: "It's okay, West, you say it, is it good news? Oh, there are a lot of good news recently. The Pope's damn bastard was seriously injured. His most powerful dog-legged man, a Saint Knight, was actually destroyed by a strange Chinese man, and even the holy weapon was destroyed. It's so good news... Oh, I hope you can make me happy."

West said embarrassedly: "Sir, unfortunately, it's bad news. Jester, all the hundred vampires directly under Jester were eliminated. This is the news he sent back. According to him, they were also in New York at that time. They met with the people of the Holy See. They fought fiercely several times, causing a large number of casualties to the Holy See, but his subordinates also..."

Gegeus said 'ah': "Yes, I'm wondering, except for the Grand Duke of Durcula of the Philips family, there were other vampires present at that time. It turned out to be the subordinate of Jester. This is really... Lord, the Pope's strength is too terrifying. He almost instantly destroyed a large number of our people. We cannot blame the incompetent leadership of Jester."

West lowered his head respectfully, and was full of gratitude to Gegus, at least he proved his words.

The Speaker said a few times, nodded and said, "Oh, it's such an unfortunate news, but... Gegeus, are you saying that Mr. Dracula is right next to Jester? Prince Philip, do you know this news?"

Prince Philip said dryly: "I asked Dracula to protect Michelle. I'm not sure that my little baby ran around with a few humans."

The Speaker chuckled a few times in his heart: "Well, you are so worried about Michelle? Well, that's great."

He ordered loudly: "Then, let's set up personnel for Jester. This time, don't give him those baron-level vampires, give him a little real and effective personnel... Wester, you go and deal with this matter... By the way, who can tell me why the Pope is going to New York? Is it just to watch his subordinates die?"

Speaking of this, a group of senior people from the dark controversy group couldn't help but smile, gaga, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe.

West wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he felt that it would be best for him to remain silent, so he didn't say a word.

Fakras shook his head and said, "Well, this is really strange. From a common sense, the Pope cannot leave the Vatican, but he actually went to New York... Even the chief referee followed, that is, there is something very important there."

Sfenx asked sensitively: "Sacred Artifact?"

The Speaker nodded gently: "After thinking about this for a few days, I think only powerful holy tools can make the people of the Holy See mobilize like this... But what exactly is it? The Pope and the Chief Referee can actually take action in person... Could it be..."
To be continued...