“Crack!”

Alan gasped as the door's wood chips snapped.

This damn door panel, empiricism is killing people.

He always thought that this kind of wooden door panels should be solid wood. Anyway, in his family's manor, the door panels of all the rooms are solid wood, and there is a dull sound when you kick them.

But today, this door looks like a solid wood door on the surface, but is actually a tattered plywood door. Not only did his leg get stuck when he kicked it, but now Xiao Shitou was dragging him back. He didn't know if the splinters had exploded into his flesh again, but it hurt like hell.

"Hiss...be gentle, it hurts."

Alan held onto the side wall of the door, stood on one leg and stretched his legs, asking Little Stone to look over there and see if he could drag his feet.

Fortunately, I was smart and didn't let the camera follow me, otherwise I would have been embarrassed today.

On the first day of filming, the director was injured on the set because he robbed the doorman and bullied civilians...

This news was enough to make the entire British aristocracy laugh at him for a year.

…

"Who are you? We have no money!"

"ah!"

There were shrill screams coming from the inner room, as well as a man's guilty scolding.

"Hurry up, hurry up, before anyone sees us."

Alan felt a little guilty and urged Xiao Shitou to help him get his leg out.

Xiao Shitou at the door took the small piece of iron that fell off the lock after the door was opened, and carefully cleaned the wood chips around the hole around Alan's legs on the wooden door, and then carefully rescued Alan's legs.

Looking at the current situation, fortunately the crew is well prepared. Every time they shoot, they call the ambulance from Carmarthen Hospital for support, and quickly carry the young master to treatment.

"Master, I see some bleeding. It's all sawdust. We need to clean it up quickly."

"Walk, walk, walk... Walk along the wall, hide a little, don't let the camera capture you."

Alan held onto Xiao Shitou's shoulders and hopped on one leg to escape from the scene in the direction of his "nanny van".

…

The bald director of Carmarthen Public Hospital stood next to Alan, rubbing his hands nervously, and looked at the most experienced head nurse in the hospital squatting to help Earl Alan clean his wound with a terrified look on his face.

The old head nurse had a hard time squatting, mainly because she was too fat. British women tend to gain weight easily after getting married.

This nurse has a real bucket waist, and a big one at that. She weighs about 200 pounds and is said to be experienced, but she is very fierce in her attacks. She doesn't care whether Alan is an earl or not. She uses tweezers in her right hand to pick up sawdust and pours hydrogen peroxide in her left hand on Alan's legs as if it were free.

In order to maintain his noble dignity, Alan pursed his lips, his face turned pale, and he remained silent.

Didn’t they say hydrogen peroxide doesn’t hurt?

It was hissing, like sulfuric acid, bubbling and stinging. Who said it didn't hurt?!

…

"How do you feel, sir?"

Alan glanced at the tactless bald dean and said through gritted teeth, "Very good... your technique is very professional. Hurry up and do it."

"Yes, yes! Lily, please speed up a little. Your Excellency still has things to do."

The bald director urged the old head nurse who was half squatting on the ground. The old head nurse looked up at the bald director with her round face, rolled her eyes at him, and was about to curse. Her eyes swept over the expressionless Alan again, and she thought about it and seemed to consider the occasion, so she held back and continued to help Alan wash the wound on his leg.

…

As the P3 modified weather reconnaissance aircraft landed crookedly, the ground staff at the small weather station airport looked at the crew members who had not gotten off the plane for a long time and felt a little strange.

In the past, when the plane landed, this group of people would rush to the hangar with afterburners, and then leave work quickly with the documents and films. Today...

Not only did it return early, but the plane was still quiet after it came to rest.

…

Inside the cabin, the captain looked at the familiar airport and the familiar ground staff outside the window, and his mind was unable to process the situation for a while.

He was influenced by the co-pilot's yell and the information observed by the observer in the cabin, so that he subconsciously thought that their entire crew had taken the plane across. Now, looking at this familiar small airport, the captain was stunned.

He couldn't figure out if he had put it on again or what.

The co-pilot Mike, who was standing next to him, looked at the ground crew outside the window and felt like he had survived a disaster.

In Mike's opinion, this was a group of German remnants that suddenly appeared. Wasn't there speculation before that the little mustache was not actually dead, but faked his death and escaped to another place on a submarine with his loyal soldiers?

In the 1970s, the US military launched a large-scale search in Antarctica for the legendary "Antarctic Aryan City". The search was extremely costly, and the final result was kept mysterious and was never announced to the public.

On the contrary, there were reports a few years ago that a German base was found on Alexander Island in the Arctic Circle, with supplies for hundreds of people.

Coupled with what he saw today, Mike subconsciously thought that this was the group of people fighting back. As for why they appeared in Carmarthenshire, Wales, this...

There was no time to think about such details.

The other crew members in the cabin were all influenced by Mike's preconceived impression. In addition, the plane was not flying very low, so they could not see the cameras on the ground clearly when observing from above. They also mistook the tracks and cranes for construction machinery. Anyway, they saw clearly so many people in German uniforms, and the firing was real.

The co-pilot is a retired veteran and everyone trusts his judgment.

So... there are seven people in a crew, and almost everyone has different ideas. They "chat across servers" and actually think they have the same ideas. As a result, when the plane just stopped, everyone had different thoughts and no one was in a hurry to get off the plane.

But they were not in a hurry, but the people at the airport were.

The small airport at the weather station is actually very simple.

Military aircraft like the P3 can take off on the lawn. This airport is just a road with a concrete runway. Next to it is the weather station's office building. There are only a few dozen staff members in the entire weather station.

Ever since the stationmaster heard these people yelling on the radio, he thought they were drunk. But when he thought about it carefully, even if only one person was drunk, it was impossible for the entire crew to be drunk, right?

The people at the back were only concerned with "escaping" and did not contact the weather station. Now that the plane has stopped and the people are not getting off, the scene looks a bit weird.

…

The stationmaster drove and bravely went to the plane in person. He asked someone to go up and check first, and then called out the dazed crew members.

Looking at these crew members who were both excited and curious with different expressions, the stationmaster raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on? Did you change the route? What happened?"

Mike took the lead, holding the box of film in his hand, and walked up to the stationmaster and reported the situation to him in a low voice.

Words like "German remnants" and "counterattack" kept popping up, and the stationmaster was stunned.

…

Nowadays, people have not been bombarded with information on the Internet. Even though there are televisions and various programs, some legends or things that are beyond their knowledge are all classified as mysterious. For example, the Loch Ness Monster has not been confirmed even after decades.

Just like now, although the stationmaster doesn't quite believe what Mike said, this kind of thing requires evidence. There is no high-definition video now. Their plane is mainly responsible for observing the weather. There is a high-definition camera on the plane, but if you want to develop the photos, you have to wait for several hours even if it is expedited.

As the webmaster, I have to do something before the photos are developed.

That’s right…

Carmarthen, Wales?

This place...

The webmaster was suddenly stunned. He was not familiar with other places, but Carmarthen had become increasingly well-known in recent years.

The main reason was that there was an earl who loved to play fancy, make movies, and was quite famous, and his territory also benefited from it.

And since the situation happened in Wales, and it happened in the noble territory, isn't this... a ready-made opportunity to contact His Highness?

Even if it turns out to be a misunderstanding, I can at least show my face in front of His Highness, right?

Who would have thought that he, a weather station chief working in a remote area, would have a relationship with His Highness in this life?

Thinking of this, the stationmaster, with his big belly, raised his chin slightly and said, "Okay, Mike, take the film and go develop the photos first. Before the results come out, watch your mouths and don't say anything to others to avoid misunderstandings. I will report the situation to the higher-ups first. If there is any situation here, please inform me as soon as possible!"

"Yes! Stationmaster, I'll go right away."

Mike straightened his back and held his precious film box.

…

June, especially the first day of the month, is International Children's Day. Every time this time comes, it is the peak time for showmanship. People buy some school supplies, food, daily necessities, toys and so on, and go to places like orphanages. They can always put on a show and make some news.

Boss Cha is an expert in this area.

At this time of year, Scotland is about to make its annual independence movement. Boss Cha likes to take this opportunity to show up and visit Scotland. He takes a week off to visit several orphanages in Scottish cities, have cordial conversations with the children, take photos with them, and finally... publish the news!

Having just taken photos with a few children, Boss Cha walked out with a gentle smile on his face, following the bodyguards beside him. He has been busy since early morning, and he also followed a few children to visit their art exhibition.

Boss Cha considers himself a "famous artist" in the painting world, so... in order to please him, his subordinates would organize activities like art exhibitions for children and plant specimen exhibitions when he is about to arrive, and would pick projects based on his strengths and ask him for guidance on the spot.

In this way, Boss Cha is happy, the children will find it interesting while listening to it, and the photo taking effect is also very good, so the purpose is achieved.

Boss Cha was walking and touching his ring. Just as he was about to get in the car and go back to the hotel to rest, his secretary walked up to him with a phone in hand and said anxiously, "Your Highness, Butler Capel called and said there was something urgent."

"oh?"

This is strange. What kind of emergency could there be at home?

Could it be that Alan ran to the manor and stole his chickens while he was away?

Thinking of this, a rare hint of vigilance flashed across Boss Cha's eyes. If Allen really went, Capel would not be able to stop him.

"Hello, it's me, what's wrong?"

Boss Cha took the phone, bent down and sat in the car, and waved his right hand gently, indicating to go back to the hotel.

"Your Highness! I received a strange report, and I think I need to inform you quickly."

"Um!"

When he heard that it was another report, Boss Cha slowly put his mind at ease. As long as it wasn't stealing, it was fine.

"It's like this. A weather station manager called me and said that this morning, their weather observation plane photographed a large German army attacking a small town in Wales."

“Hmm…Hmm?…Hmm?!”

Boss Cha, who didn't care much at first, said "hmm" three times in a row, and each "hmm" represented a different mood.

Wales?

Discovered organized German troops?

Attacking the town?

Boss Cha subconsciously looked out the window and saw the orphanage slowly moving away in the rearview mirror. He even saw the director of the orphanage standing at the door of the orphanage watching the convoy leave.

In broad daylight...the German army is coming?

Anyone want to play Wales?

…

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Are you still listening?" Capel saw that just after he finished speaking, there was no sound from the other end of the phone except for a few "hmms" from His Highness. He thought the signal was bad again.

"I'm here! What's going on? Didn't Alan say he was going to make a movie? Could this be a misunderstanding?"

Boss Cha calmed down and suddenly remembered that when they were coming back from Windsor Castle some time ago, Alan told him on the way that he was going to make a new movie. Wasn't it about war?

Anyway, he was not very interested in such professional things. Allen's words were vague, and Boss Cha just listened casually. He had long forgotten the specific details.

"I know, Your Highness. However, the pilot, co-pilot and other crew members of the weather station reported that they had photographed real German troops, organized in an organized manner. They also had a tank platoon, and after they discovered their planes, they opened fire on them."

Butler Capel's voice sounded somewhat helpless, and mixed with a hint of doubt about life. Anyone who heard such news early in the morning would doubt life.

"Um?"

After listening to Capel's call, Boss Cha began to doubt his life. In Boss Cha's impression, Allen was...

First of all, he must be a good kid!

He is considered a young hero of the empire and a pillar of the country.

It's just that I have a slightly bad temper and a slightly naughty personality, that's all.

But based on his understanding of Allen, no matter how naughty he was, he would not openly fire at a plane in the sky, right?

If it wasn't Alan, could this be true?

"Where did it happen?"

"Uh... Your Highness, they said they took the photo over Carmarthen Town, but the photo hasn't been developed yet, so the authenticity of the incident has yet to be confirmed. The station chief on the other side reported the situation to me first."

"Carmarthen?"

Hearing this place, Boss Cha was stunned again. This place... is that kid Alan, right?

"You didn't call Alan directly to ask?"

Thinking of this, Boss Cha became a little angry, and his mood was up and down.

"I... Your Highness, I..."