Two days ago, M returned to London almost at the same time as Yi Chen, because she had to handle all the matters at the scene, or in other words, the handling would not stimulate the nerves of some people too much. So, she was slightly delayed.

As soon as she returned to her office, she ordered an emergency meeting. However, before the agent who conveyed her order had left the office, two lieutenant colonel officers had already stepped in: "Madam, the Minister of Defense requires you to arrive within ten minutes. He needs all detailed information about the incident, please be prepared."

M raised the file bag in his hand and said in a sneering tone: "Dear, what kind of emergencies do you think are? No, you don't know that you, the elites of the army, who climbed onto the officers of the Ministry of National Defense at a young age, will never know... Yes, you can walk around with great pride and exercise the pitiful power in your hands... I wish you no need to go to the battlefield."

The two lieutenant colonels were stunned for a moment, one of them shrugged slightly, and reached out to signal: "Madam, please... why can't we go to the battlefield?"

M said without hesitation: "Because you will become the first group of fools who died... Today I would recommend choosing those officers who have real combat experience and are smart and capable to serve in the Ministry of National Defense. You little faces who spend your energy on the fold lines of your clothes, hair and appearance every day should go to the lowest level of the army to exercise."

The two lieutenant colonels were a little embarrassed, and at the same time, they looked at M with anger with a little nameless anger. M shook his head, walked out with a file bag, and shouted: "You high-ranking students who came out of the so-called university, after a short military school life, think that they understand war? You are wrong, you don't know anything, just like our lovely ministers, you are politicians, not soldiers... If I were the Minister of Defense, you all have to get out of here."

The two lieutenant colonels rolled their eyes and looked at the sky. M's military rank was much higher than them. With their courage, they would not dare to make any complaints. Perhaps as M said, they were politicians, not qualified soldiers. They could make an official accent in the office, but they could not go to the battlefield to kill with red eyes.

M whispered to himself: "Look, look, our dear Minister Hu'en, your good days are over... This is the consequence of your ignoring my warning. I see what you can take responsibility for. What do you take responsibility for the deaths of these three thousand people? Your life is far from worth the lives of the three thousand young people in the British Empire."

The Prime Minister's Office, the Prime Minister, the Minister of Defense, and several generals are in a hurry to discuss the issue of how to recover. The Minister of Finance came up with an extremely wonderful idea: "Just say they were killed in Iraq, how about it? At most, they give their families a little pension. God, it's better than the matter being exposed."

Several generals cursed in their stomachs: "Idiot." Yes, the transfer of thousands of people from Britain to Iraq is impossible to hide from others in any case. They have never transferred them. So who would believe that their soldiers died in Iraq? Also, how do they explain that three thousand soldiers suddenly died in Iraq? Iraq has been calm recently, and only ten bombs are exploded every day, but it is far from enough to kill three thousand people.

However, these generals could understand the panic of several cabinet ministers. If the Prime Minister stepped down and they could not retain their current position, then their power, money, and beauty would all disappear. Those who have already tasted the benefits of being important figures are absolutely unwilling to happen.

While a group of important officials were discussing in a mess, M pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. In the back, two guards gently closed the door. M stood at the conference table, shook his head helplessly, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, do you remember my request last time? You refused... I cannot comment on these things. Although the things that humans cannot resist happened, we should do better. But now, nearly 3,000 people have died and hundreds of people have disappeared. Sir, this is a photo of the scene. I obey your instructions."

M threw the file bag heavily on the table, and none of the people dared to open the file bag.

The Prime Minister said in a low voice: "Madam, think of a way first, how to explain it to the public. We can hide it for up to one week, and in seven days, the information will no longer be concealed."

M stared at him tightly: "Why should we cover it up? Sir, we must admit our mistakes, we made mistakes... How do we explain it? Sir, do you say to the people: 'I'm sorry, the Royal Army was slaughtered by a group of underworld members?' Come on, I don't believe this. I said that something very strange happened, but we could have saved it all."

The Minister of Defense finally took out the things in the file bag, and did not look at the photos, and directly signaled the officer behind him to play the video taken by the battlefield information sharing system.

What happened that night appeared on the screen, and the ministers exclaimed, and gradually, their faces relaxed for no reason. The Prime Minister shrugged easily: "See? Everyone, this is a force that we cannot resist. Yes, we made a mistake, but... what else can we do? We only need to find a reasonable excuse for the death of three thousand people, right?"

M spread his hands: "Gentlemen, think about this matter, the threat to our country..."

The Prime Minister glared at her: "No threat, madam, no threat. If they wanted to be against us, they would have taken action long ago... Well, you are too worried... Okay, let's discuss how to explain the casualties to the public."

M looked at these people helplessly, those who were determined to consider their power and status without any sense of responsibility. M knew that just like the last time the Holy See came, these supernatural things would not pose any threat to ordinary people. However, the invasion of the Japanese is real. Do they not consider these things at all? Humans should only care about human affairs. So, is it not worth noting that the Japanese conduct large-scale smuggling and opening a branch of underworld in London?

Shifting responsibility, constantly shirking responsibility, M looked at the ministers sadly, and the generals brought up whimsical ideas. She was no longer interested in suggesting anything to the Minister of Defense. Now there is no need to worry. Anyway, since Yi promised herself, she will definitely complete this matter. If the overthrow of this government, Yi can be valued from those members of parliament, and Yi will never let go of things that are good for him.

M turned around and walked towards the door. The Secretary of Defense suddenly called her: "Madam, remember, this incident is absolutely confidential. The people cannot understand these issues, so we don't need to let them worry about it. Our American allies have also concealed a lot of the truth about UFOs. We just want to learn from them a little... You just need to do your duty. Your task is intelligence. In addition to this, national affairs, it's not your turn to worry about it... Keep a close eye on the international and domestic news. We have a batch of specially ordered arms that are about to be transported away. I don't want any accidents to happen, do you understand?"

M smiled and said respectfully: "Yes, Minister, I understand." After that, M seemed to leave very happily. Several ministers whispered: "This monster old lady, forget it, ignore her."—

Yi Chen was sitting upright in a luxurious living room, slowly looking at the set of medieval knight armor opposite him, and smiled and said, "Mr. Fick, your collection is becoming more and more precious."

Fic, wearing a set of thorny pajamas and tall and fat as if they were a bear, smiled and sat opposite Yi Chen, pointing at the armor and said, "I mean, I just got it, but this is a real medieval treasure, not those fake and shoddy goods... By the way, Yi, your status has risen recently and you look down on me a little... I mean it is serious."

Yi Chen widened his eyes and laughed: "All right, let's see what you said. Has my status improved? Why don't I know? You must be joking, forget it... I just went to Manchester and brought Mr. Lazer a private secretary here. He had asked me to provide him with a capable assistant. This time I finally fulfilled my promise, a powerful and capable assistant... If you say that I didn't come to see you because of this, then you must be wronging me."

Fick bent down and carefully pulled out two slender cigars from the cigarette box on the crystal strip in front of him, handed it to Yi Chen and said, "Try it, I have a special product in Havana. I can't find much in the whole of Europe. I have invested in a small cigarette factory there. This is an internal product, the best Cuban tobacco."

Yi Chen smiled and lit a cigarette with the lighter in Fick's hand and said, "Look, your business is getting wider and wider. Before Cuba reached a trade agreement with the United Kingdom, your hand has reached over. You are in London, smoking Havana's cigars, buying a set of medieval armor for millions, and having a loyal friend like me, and after you have almost everything you enjoyed, you said to me, I look down on you... Well, you live too carefree, and then you are happy with me."

Fick laughed: "Gaga, I asked someone to invite you three days ago, but you were not here. This hurts my heart too much, but it's enough to explain, it's enough to explain... Well, please give you something." Fick's fat and swollen face blinked twice quickly.

Yi Chen smiled and knocked down a little bit of grayish-white ash and said, "Please tell me that your loyal servant Yi Chen will obey the order."

Fick laughed loudly again, and suddenly he stopped laughing and said viciously: "Do you know Ferdinand? That old man, he refuted my issue on tax reform in Parliament. Hum... give him some color."

Yi Chen gestured with his right hand, slit his neck gently, and said, "This is so simple... Ferdinand has no power, and he dares to offend you, so he is destined to be unlucky, and even God can't save him... Will he kill him or his whole family?"

Fick laughed: "No, no, no, it would be too cheap to kill him. He has a little granddaughter, fourteen years old this year..."

Yi Chen looked serious: "I never attack women. This is my precept, sir."

Fick shrugged: "Then, just his son, a car accident made his son seriously injured and broke his legs. I am not a cruel person. Hum, I propose to protect certain special industries and build these industries by the government. Ferdinand dared to refute me, which led to my proposal being postponed. Hum, damn old man, I have to teach him a lesson."

Yi Chen took a deep breath of cigarette: "Tell me his son's name, characteristics, work place, residence, and it is best to have his license plate number. A little hooligan can do such a small thing, so I don't need to take action."

Fick compliments Yi Chen: "Of course, you are the only boss in London now, who else can compare with you?"

Yi Chen glanced at his head: "All right, Wiggins, Wiggins is still there. I'm just lucky. Those bosses suddenly died of serious illness, and Wiggins' old friends didn't have time to take over the territory, so I took a huge advantage."

Fick smiled strangely: "Whites about Wiggins, this old guy came here a few days ago and said he was visiting me... Guess what he said?"

Yi Chen spread his hands: "How do I know? I am not God... He wouldn't want to make the underground gambling horse public so that he can harm more good people? This damn old guy, he promised me the benefits, and he didn't give me any. Sooner or later, I will let him be obedient and give me two of his best stallions to eat."

Fick clapped his hands: "Oh, Yi, you are God, you are right. Now the formal horse betting is legal, but this old guy thought of a strange method and asked me to propose in the parliament to make the peripheral horse betting on the edge legal. Think about it, is this possible? This will ruin my political reputation. This unreasonable old bastard is really a bastard... Moreover, he also said some unpleasant words about you. He didn't know that you and I are actually good friends, even better and closer friends than him."

Fick looked at Yi Chen with a bright look, and Yi Chen rolled his eyes: "Maybe he used some threatening means to force you to propose that proposal, so you told me these?"

Phil didn't feel embarrassed at all. He took a generous puff of cigarettes, sniffed a cigarette ring, and said with a smile: "Yes, of course, I don't like others threatening me. Even if he once gave me a two million dollar runner-up fee, I wouldn't allow him to do this. He even said that he still kept the bet orders I suppressed on the periphery. Of course, I won all without exception... But, he did this so sad. It's really easy. If you are the only boss in London City, then it would be wonderful."

Fick kept swallowing the clouds and spitting mist, and his two small eyes kept glancing at Yi Chen.

Yi Chen smiled: "Wiggins is not easy to deal with. He has hundreds of people and a dozen good gunmen, which is difficult to deal with. Really."

Phil said anxiously: "But you are stronger, aren't you? That security company is enough to kill him."

Yi Chen stared at Fick: "I won't have any benefits to kill Wiggins."

Fick said loudly: "No benefit? Oh my God, I will make you feel the benefits. Do you want to interfere in Bocai? Then you can open a Bocai company registered according to the standards I gave. I immediately proposed to the parliament that companies that must meet those standards before they can continue to operate. This is too simple. Do you know how many people are betting on leagues, FA Cups, and Champions League events in just London every year?"

Yi Chen shook his head: "I don't know."

Fick raised his legs: "I don't know either, to be honest, but the profits are enough to make a poor boy one of the richest people in Britain overnight. Think about it, we cooperate with each other, letting go of Wiggins... He is old and useless, he is so confused that he threatens me... Think about it, do you still need to stay in this world like this old bastard?"

Yi Chen nodded and said relaxedly: "Then, okay, don't limit the time. I've been busy recently and I still have many things I haven't prepared for. It's really a headache, especially the Military Intelligence Bureau doesn't know why it always embarrasses me, this..."

Fick promised: "I have a few friends in the Ministry of Defense, and when necessary, I can put pressure on them, easy, trust me."

Yi Chen nodded gently, looked at Fick, thought for a long time before saying, "Then, these small things have been decided like this, there is no need to waste time. However, I think you may be interested in some sensational things." Yi Chen looked at Fick's three or four confidant assistants around him.

Fick clapped his hands and made a sound of coaxing the chickens and ducks to drive the chickens and ducks: "Shh, shh, go away. Yi wants to talk to me seriously. Let's go away and go away."

Seeing several assistants leaving quickly, Fick said with a smile: "I knew that there was nothing special, you wouldn't come to me... After all, in our identity... we should avoid suspicion. What's the matter?"

Yi Chen didn't talk too much, so he took out the file bag that M gave him and threw it on Fick: "Look, but you may need to find a few more friends in the Ministry of Defense... Are you an opposition party, right?"

Fick smiled: "I'm a firm opposition party because I'm not the ruling party... Oh my god...what is this? Is barbecue beef? Damn, where did you get these pictures?"

Yi Chen stood up, sat next to him, pointed to the photo and said, "Shh, what beef? Oh my god, this is a human... Yes, this is the thigh, this is the arms, as for this, ah, the human brain... the brain that was just shaken out of the head by the explosion."

Fick threw away the cigarette in his hand, threw the photo, covered his mouth with his hand, made a dry retching sound, and moaned: "Oh my God, my God, Yi, I have a serious heart disease, you shouldn't have done this."

Yi Chen said sinisterly: "Did you see it? Take a closer look, this is not a refugee camp. What does it matter to us if those damn refugees die? This is a brigade of the elite British imperial royal army. They... They were killed on a beach in the south of the UK. Look, look... Of course, as a big shot in the opposition party, there is no news, right? Of course, of course, those ruling parties must maintain their own power, they must cherish their interests, and they blocked all the news."

Fick slowly let go of his hand, his eyes flashed in his flash, and he asked carefully: "When? Yi? When? Oh my God, a brigade? Are you sure? On the British territory? They have become these... barbecue beef?"

Yi Chen nodded slowly: "Of course... time, five or six days ago, I don't have a strong sense of time. You know, I thought about it for several days before I gave him to you... I am a citizen of the British Empire, and I don't want to cause social turmoil because of these photos."

Fick looked at Yi Chen, slowly, slowly opened his extremely cheerful smile and slapped Yi Chen's shoulder: "Ahh, you are a bad guy, Yi, you are a bad guy... Don't want to cause social turmoil? Hell, the more turmoil the society, the easier it is to get rich. Is this true?"

Yi Chen smiled and said nothing.

"All right, you're not considering the honor of being a so-called citizen. You're considering who among the many big people you know, you need to hand over this information to have the greatest lethality and bring the greatest benefits, right? Oh, tell me, you chose me?"

Fick's two index fingers pointed at his heart fiercely and shouted: "Ahhh, you chose me... Yes, I still control three newspapers in my hand, right? Oh my God, Yi, you look more cute than God now..." He actually pounced on him and kissed Yi Chen hard.

Yi Chen kept moving his big head away and smiled and said, "I'm not gay, my dear."

Fick pouted: "Neither am I, sir, I have rejected three gay legal proposals in Parliament."

Yi Chen pointed to these photos: "Yes, I chose you, but I didn't choose Raze, although I recommended him a private secretary. Similarly, because I recommended him a private secretary, I think he has received enough benefits and I don't need to give him anything."

Fick whispered: "I'm going to punch these photos, but you want to tell me all the ins and outs of it."

Yi Chen was not very frank, but said with a frank look: "I bought it from a few mysterious intelligence dealers... You'd better not know about these things in the dark field, it's dangerous. In short, they got the photos from the people who were handling the scene in the army, and then secretly auctioned them on the black market. I got the photos and killed them. That's it."

Fick stared at Yi Chen: "You killed those intelligence dealers?"

Yi Chen twisted his finger and made a 'crackling' sound: "Of course, I need safety. I can't let them spread the word everywhere that I bought the intelligence... Sir, it's very dangerous to deal with politicians. Yes, I don't want a department to send hundreds of killers to deal with me. After all, I'm still standing on the land of the British Empire. Even I began to worry about your safety. Destruction of evidence is the specialty of the British intelligence department, and they are used to letting some people disappear."

Fick shook his head: "Where is your security company? Giving me a few bodyguards is not a problem? It's worth a bet, Yi, it's worth it... Think about it, I throw out these information, these evidences, no, these evidences, we can attack the current prime minister to a great extent and force them to resign collectively... I made contributions in the party, and I will definitely have an important position... Maybe, Minister of Finance? Oh, Yi, how much loan do you need? Ah, hahahaha, I'm excited when I think about it."

Yi Chen stood up with a smile, and took the cigarette box containing at least 200 Havana special cigars in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then, I'll say goodbye. You don't have to worry about the bodyguard, I will do it. Of course, you only need to pay 70% of the salary."

Fick opened his mouth wide: "Yi? Do you still want me to pay my salary? Why do you still care about that little money?"

Yi Chen said relaxedly: "First, we cannot let others doubt our relationship. If you hire us with money, then no one has any gossip, right?"

Fick nodded and agreed with his statement.

Yi Chen continued: "Secondly, that is, my life experience tells me that even a shilling is money. One hundred billion US dollars is piled up by 100 billion times one cent coins. Any small income cannot be ignored... As you said, it is a little small money, so you don't have to take it to heart... Ahha, this cigarette tastes good, you should be generous."

Yi Chen walked towards the living room door with a big strode and turned around with a smile, "By the way, I'll remind you one more thing. If you really become the Minister of Finance, you should coat this pair of armor with a layer of gold, otherwise it will not match your identity at all."

Ignoring Yi Chen's jokes, and not caring about the sadness that his cigarette was taken away. Fick carefully stroked the photos on the crystal strip, as if he was touching countless huge checks.

After leaving Fick's house, Yi Chen did not take a break and waved his hand to drive back to Chinatown. He ate a sandwich and drank a glass of red wine. Yi Chen took Phil, Gore, and Jester down to the underground conference room, and several people were waiting inside.

The people waiting for Yi Chen were all young people dressed in avant-garde clothes and behaved unruly, and they just wore pistols on their belts and had exaggerated jewelry on their bodies, at most they were twenty-five or six years old. They had cigarettes in their mouths and wine glasses in their hands, and looked at each other with fierce eyes, lazily spitting smoke rings and drinking wine.

Yi Chen strode in, sat in the chair, gently tapped the table in front of him, and smiled and said, "Okay, gentlemen, sit down... Fuck, Cary, put your dog legs down, or I'll throw them into the Thames."

Chali, who had silver hair dyed, shivered all over, quickly put down his legs honestly, and did it properly, looking at Yi Chen seriously, as if a primary school student was obedient to listen to a teacher's lecture.

Yi Chen looked at the six young men in front of him and nodded slowly and said, "Give you a task. Starting tomorrow, you will clean all your dyed hair. Remove the tattoos on your body with lasers. Use strange jewelry to melt them into gold bars or throw them into the sea. You are not allowed to drive off-road vehicles or violent motorcycles, and also guns. Use special gun holsters for me, and you are not allowed to be casually inserted into the belt... Pay attention to the instrument every day, brush your teeth, and don't be lazy. It is strictly forbidden to swear. You must act like a decent person. Do you understand?"

Cary and six others opened their mouths wide: "God, boss, you asked us to come here for this? Well, well, we are not you, we don't need to pay attention to our image. We are too tired..."

Yi Chen shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up, I want to tell you these things. Today, I will divide a piece of land for you. You are no longer the kind of gangsters who fight and kill, but the bosses with their own legitimate industries. Every month, you will pay 50% of all your income, and the others are yours. I calculated that each of you, every month, if according to the current operating level, the industries I give you can get you about 1 million pounds of income."
To be continued...