Alan twisted his neck. Although it felt comfortable to sit on the tank, he felt extremely safe.

But the comfort level of this thing is limited after all. Being able to sit in it for more than two hours is already his limit. Alan wanted to get off and change cars just now, but it was time for afternoon tea, and he hasn't experienced the legendary afternoon tea in a tank yet. It's a good opportunity to experience it first, and then change cars before going up the bridge. Then, by chance, he saw two traffic policemen standing on the roadside at the bridge head and taking a break from their duty.

He didn't want to show his face in front of others, so he simply asked Xiao Shitou to give the two traffic policemen his leftover afternoon tea, which was considered a favor from Master Alan.

…

The bridge was swaying and there was a lot of traffic on it, but everyone kept a distance from their convoy. It was a four-lane, two-way bridge with sidewalks on both sides, and people around looked at the strange convoy strangely.

It was not until they got off the bridge that Alan took off his earmuffs and jumped off the tank.

"hiss……"

I touched my belly and to be honest, the experience of riding in a tank was not very good.

Alan felt his stomach was numb...

In addition to the belly, even special parts feel like riding a bicycle for a long time.

To put it bluntly, it hurts... Well, it's not painful, just a little numb.

After the tank is equipped with rubber tracks, the feeling when driving in the car is always like going over speed bumps infinitely.

Two hours of speed bump experience... quite refreshing.

…

"Come on... help me up, I'm a little numb."

Alan pulled the small stone, spread his legs, and moved step by step to his Bentley.

Returning to the soft seat, Alan sighed and slumped down in the seat. This was what it felt like to ride in a car. He would never ride in a tank on the road again. It was such a torture!

When the convoy was back on the road, Allen picked up Xiao Huang who was sleeping in the back seat next to him.

Xiao Huang, the good-for-nothing, was also brought out by him this time. They would be going to London for several days. Alan was afraid that he would have nothing to do, so he brought Xiao Huang along to relieve their boredom.

I was suffering in the tank just now, but this guy was sleeping in the back seat of the car.

The more Alan thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. He held Little Yellow on his lap and rubbed its head hard, making Little Yellow cry.

…

He left home at around 1:00 p.m., and the total distance from Allen's house to the gate of the small manor that his boss in London had given him was about 330 kilometers.

The journey usually takes about four hours, but this time it took nearly seven hours.

Alan paraded through the city, only taking the main road and never taking the side roads!

Coming out of Newport, passing Bristol, Swindon and Reading.

We restocked supplies twice on the way, and finally arrived at the gate of our own manor in London at dark.

The first thing Alan did when he got home was to call the servants and take a nice bath to relieve his fatigue. Finally, he collapsed on the bed. He didn't want to do anything but sleep!

…

The next day... Maybe because he went to bed too early last night, Alan got up early today.

The first thing he did after getting up was to arrange today's plan. While it was still early, the tanks would enter the city first at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. They would set off first, and it would take an hour or two for them to arrive at Karami's doorstep. After they left, he would have breakfast and lag behind, and everyone would meet at Karami's doorstep.

…

Read the newspaper while eating breakfast.

Today's newspaper was specially selected by the servants and delivered to him. Alan was very perceptive and saw an extremely strange front-page headline from a tabloid that did not sell very well.

The Duchess of Alba of Kef

It's this very sensational title.

Alan raised his eyebrows. Why does this smell seem familiar?

Eh…isn’t this the same pattern as the report that exposed the boss’s recording a while ago?

This article introduces the deeds of the Duchess of Alba in a sarcastic way.

As a well-known aristocrat among the aristocrats in Europe and the top dignitary in Spain, the Duchess of Alba was once known as the number one socialite in Europe. After she ascended the throne, her fame grew and her status became higher.

This Duchess...was quite promiscuous. After her first husband died, she ignored the advice of the King of Spain and married a handsome illegitimate man of very poor background.

But they have been married for more than ten years...and now her husband is seriously ill and it seems he won't live for many years.

This report is about her being unlucky in marriage.

This kind of thing is still very popular in Europe, especially among the aristocracy, and is very metaphysical.

Moreover, it is something that cannot be proven with strong evidence, and it has a miraculous effect in tarnishing a person's reputation.

As long as she is labeled as a husband-killer, this Grand Duchess will inevitably be secretly laughed at wherever she goes.

…

Yesterday's newspaper was still reporting that Karami was publicly humiliated by the Grand Duchess as a peasant woman, and today's tabloid revealed the "dark history" of the Grand Duchess of Alba.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Alan squinted his eyes, holding a newspaper in one hand and picking up a piece of beef with the other, and threw it to Xiao Huang who was making a fuss at his feet.

Oh……

It's Karami again. He is so cunning and courageous that he even dares to slander the Archduchess. It turns out that if you are not ruthless, you cannot stand firm.

For this kind of person, Allen became even more vigilant against her. No matter whether she had a team behind her or not, Allen had to deal with her just based on her counterattack speed!

She hasn't even taken office yet, but she's acting so unscrupulously. If she takes office in the future, what will happen?

By that time, she will be in heaven?!

snort……

…

Karami's residence is not in the wealthy area of ​​the city center.

The housing prices there are too expensive. No one will sell the big houses of rich people, and she feels that the small house is not worthy of her status and she doesn't want to live in it.

Finally, we chose a location between the city and the suburbs, where there is a small high-end wealthy community.

There is also a shopping street not far away. The flow of people here is slightly less than that in London.

Early in the morning...

It is a time when the flow of people is slightly heavier.

A green tank rumbled towards the entrance of a villa. Some people who were curious just stared at this extremely abrupt tank with their mouths open, not understanding what it was trying to do.

Some people have even started calling the media to sell news.

There are new things happening in London every day, and the competition among various media is very fierce. No matter how big or small the news is, as long as you provide clues, once confirmed, the person providing the clues will receive a reward of at least tens of pounds!

…

Cross the sidewalk, cross the lawn, and drive to the door of the villa.

The tank tracks made a mess of the carefully trimmed lawn in front of the villa. The lawn was crushed and the soil underneath was exposed. The two wide track marks were extremely eye-catching.

The people in the villa also heard such a loud noise. An old man who looked like a butler walked to the gate with a gloomy face and looked at the tank parked at his door, which seemed to be hostile.

"What do you guys need?"

The old man looked at the big men getting out of the car. He was about to scold them, but he didn't dare to say anything. With his old arms and legs, he was not going to argue with such rough guys!

"Is this the home of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles?"

The big man in the lead was holding a letter and reading the name on the envelope word by word.

"What do you want from my master?"

The old man's words were a disguised admission.

…

"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm delivering the letter? Tell your master to come out and receive the letter!"

The big man glared at the old man who was taking advantage of him, shook the envelope in his hand at him and scolded him.

The old man subconsciously shrank his neck when he was scolded by the big man and did not dare to talk back.

The other party looks like this, driving a tank and looking very aggressive. You say you are here to deliver a letter?

London's Post Office now uses tanks to deliver mail?

"You... wait a moment, I'll go and report."

The old man's face turned pale and he stretched out his hand to take the letter first.

The sturdy man retracted his arm and dodged the old man's hand. He said with disgust, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Ask your master to come out and receive it in person. This kind of letter is not something you are qualified to receive. Get out of here!"

“…”

The old man's face twitched. The other party was so arrogant. With just a letter, he was not even qualified to connect!

This is so insulting!

“Okay, okay, okay!”

The old man laughed angrily, turned around and went back.

…

"Ricardo? What's going on outside? Why do I hear a loud noise?"

The old man returned to the villa and walked a few steps around to the restaurant.

At the large dining table, a man and a woman sat opposite each other and had breakfast. The blonde hostess asked questions slowly. Her speaking speed was a little strange, a level slower than that of a normal person. Her voice was also very soft, which gave people a very charming feeling when she spoke.

To put it bluntly, it's - very sexy.

"Madam...someone outside came to deliver a letter to you, and the other party asked you to go out and get it yourself."

The old man named Ricardo bent over to answer, as if he was very afraid of the hostess. As for the male owner of the house, he didn't even look at him, as if in his eyes, this lady was the master of the house.

"Oh? You're so arrogant! Didn't the other party say who it was?"

"Madam, the other party didn't say anything. I wanted to take the letter, but the other party said I was not qualified to take it."

"Oh... Andrew, if someone asks you to pick up the letter, just go."

After Ricardo finished reporting the situation, the woman who was eating put down her fork, tapped the table with her right hand, and gave instructions directly to Andrew who was sitting opposite her and eating.

"Ah? If they ask me to go, I will go?"

Andrew put down his fork and snorted softly.

"Sir... the other party..."

Ricardo looked around and hesitated, then finally looked at his wife and said, "Madam, they came to deliver the letter in a tank. Their tank was parked on the lawn in front of our house. The lawn was crushed by them."

"???"

As soon as Ricardo finished speaking, the lady who had looked indifferent just now suddenly raised her head with a stiff expression.

"A letter in a tank? A letter for Andrew?"

What's the trick?

This lady was used to playing dirty tricks, so this was the first time she encountered something like this and she was a little confused for a moment.

"Andrew, go and see what's going on. Hum... How dare they damage my lawn? Do they know whose place this is? Whose house is this?"

The blonde lady didn't think much about it, and suddenly raised her voice, directing Andrew to go and see what was going on.

"Okay, okay... Don't be angry, I'll go right away, right away."

Andrew had two big bags under his eyes, as if he had not yet woken up. When he saw his wife getting angry, he quickly stood up and tried to coax her.

…

“Squeak…”

Alan pressed the power window and the glass dropped halfway.

He then took out a small red round box the size of a Bluetooth headset box from his pocket.

I opened the small box and found a red thing inside that looked like a tape measure.

Without starting from the beginning, Alan directly took the thing that looked like a tape measure, put it flat to his mouth, bit off one-third of it, stuffed the rest back into the box, picked up the telescope from the side, and prepared to eat the melon on the spot.

The stuff in this box is bubble gum that my family’s food factory has recently started producing.

This packaging is similar to the big roll that will be very popular in China in the future, which is a bubble gum roll rolled together in strips.

Alan was used to the refreshing feeling of eating half of a meal in one bite.

No one has stipulated that you have to eat this kind of bubble gum one section at a time, right?

Alan had just finished breakfast and was in the car. He openly asked Xiao Shitou to park the car diagonally opposite Karami's house, which was only about 20 or 30 meters away from her front door.

He wants to eat melons on the spot.

As for sending letters?

The letter must be delivered by his subordinates. Does Master Allen have to deliver the letter personally?

…

While chewing bubble gum, Alan held a telescope and watched a middle-aged man in pajamas walk out of the villa.

The bags under his eyes are huge, a bit like a certain Real Madrid star who was seeking his own death in later generations, I think his name was Ozil?

Anyway, he looks very similar to him, looking exhausted, suffering from chronic insomnia, and a loser.

He looks listless and doesn't seem like a good person.

Based on the information I have read, this person should be Andrew, the husband of that person!

Haha... he is indeed a turtle man, and looks like Prime Minister Turtle. I will give him a big turtle shell in the future, just like Master Turtle, and let him carry it on his back.

…

Andrew arrived at the gate and saw the green tank and the small flag on the tank at a glance.

He is so familiar with Boss Cha!

Of course he was also familiar with the boss's prince badge.

Andrew subconsciously thought that it was Boss Cha who sent someone to deliver a letter to him. He was frightened. No wonder the messenger said that his butler was not qualified to receive the letter. How could an ordinary civilian butler like you receive a letter from the crown prince?

After trotting for two steps, Andrew Weiwei bent over and said flatteringly, "Thank you for your hard work, I am Andrew. Are you delivering a letter for His Highness?"

…

“Are you Andrew?”

The leading man took out a photo from his pocket and compared it. Why did this man look even uglier than in the photo? He looked like he was about to die...

With a gloomy face, he handed the letter to Andrew and said, "This is a letter from my master to you. Please open it and take a look."

Andrew no longer cared about the bad attitude of the messenger. Being able to follow the prince's men meant that he was qualified to be superior to others!

but……

After receiving the envelope, Andrew had a smiling face, but when he saw the family emblem that he still remembered clearly on the envelope, the smile on his face froze instantly.

He was also familiar with this badge!

In the past, people who used this badge would chase and beat him on the polo field.

The man's strong physique and fiery personality left a very deep impression on him, but the man was a count, and he didn't dare to complain when he was beaten.

But isn’t that person dead?

Why did I receive a letter with this kind of badge again today?

Andrew's hand holding the letter shook subconsciously. He was really scared!

What kind of supernatural event is this?