Daying's car was right-hand drive and had to drive on the left, but the old man was standing on the side of the road. The driver was sitting in the driving seat and opened the passenger window, which was only half lowered. The old man looked at the driver with joy, then tilted his head to glance at Annabell in the back seat.
After taking a deep look at Annibel, the old man introduced himself: "Hello, I am Old John, a resident of the nearby village of Malmesbury. My sister's birthday is next month, but she has been in poor health recently. I would like passers-by to write some short sentences to bless her. I will give them to her when I have 100 blessings. I am sorry to bother you. Could you please write a small blessing for me?"
Seeing that Annabell didn't say anything and was only focused on watching TV, the old man didn't get angry. Instead, he begged more humbly, "My health is not good anymore. I can't walk far. I can only block the road here. There are fewer and fewer people passing by here recently. Kind people... can I bother you for a while and do me a favor? I love my sister very much."
The old man deliberately said that he was not in good health and could not walk far, trying to lower the vigilance of the people in the car. After all, in such a remote place, anyone would be more or less alert if they stopped a car on the side of the road.
Then he emphasized that his sister was in poor health and needed prayers.
People in Britain sometimes believe in such superstitious things. It is very common to ask passers-by to write a blessing message. He also specifically emphasized that his sister is in poor health and he loves his sister very much.
In this way, the image of a responsible old brother becomes very three-dimensional.
Even the experienced driver was frightened. He subconsciously felt sympathy for the old man, looking at his white hair. This...
He must be at least 60 years old, no... maybe even 70 years old. An old man of such an old age still loves his sister so much. It is so touching that one cannot bear to refuse his request.
The driver turned his head slightly to look at Annabell, then pleaded, "Boss?"
"Open my window."
Annabell nodded, raised her chin and gestured to the driver to open the window with a proud look. She enjoyed the old man's humble, pleading attitude.
snort……
When her sister reaches that position in the future, she can also become a noble for fun. By then, she will also be a noble, and then more people will be humble to her. I am happy today, so I will help this old man write a blessing message to his sister!
…
“Squeak…”
This time the electric window was lowered to the bottom. The old driver was now completely defenseless against the old man outside and even felt sympathetic. If necessary, he was prepared to wait for the boss to finish writing the greeting and then help write one himself.
"What's your sister's name?"
Annabelle still crossed her legs and without even looking at the old man, she asked him his sister's name first.
"Thank you so much, ma'am, my sister..."
The old man seemed to have forgotten something. He smiled awkwardly at Annabell, turned back to his bicycle and picked up his backpack.
This is an old canvas backpack. Maybe because it has been washed too many times, the canvas has turned white and even frayed in some places.
The old man hung his backpack on his chest, took out a notebook and pen from the bag, handed them to Annabell through the car window and said, "My sister's name is Karami."
"Huh?"
When Annabell heard the name, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the old man. It was the same name as her sister's. Was it such a coincidence?
Looking at the old man's humble look and the honest smile on his face, Annabelle happily took the notebook and flipped through the first few pages, where some blessings had already been written.
Turning to the last blank page, she thought for a moment, wrote a line, and then handed the notebook back to the old man with a playful look on her face.
…
Old John looked at the target in the car and took the notebook. He quickly scanned the furnishings in the car. The door was locked. This was good...
The target was sitting with his legs crossed, with a slight smile on his face, looking relaxed and unguarded, which was also good.
The car windows were wide open. Even if the people inside wanted to close the windows, it would take at least five seconds. Five seconds...
Enough time!
After calculating the distance, the smile on Old John's face became even more honest.
Seeing Annabell handing back the notebook, Old John bent over and said words of thanks with a smile on his face.
…
"You are such kind people. The Queen will bless you. I...I have some specialties from home here. Please accept them. This is a small token of my appreciation."
Old John put his notebook into the backpack on his chest while speaking compliments.
Although Annabelle was not interested in his so-called specialties, she was in a good mood at the moment and was quite curious about what the old man was going to give her.
Then……
She saw the old man take out two hands from the backpack, with a few things that looked like transparent plastic bags sandwiched between his fingers.
There is a light yellow ** in it, this is...
Home-brewed beer in the countryside?
Annabell sneered subconsciously, looking at the countryman and the "beer" in his hand with some contempt.
…
After Old John pulled his hands out of the bag, he quickly threw two plastic bags into the car with his left hand. The bags hit Annabelle and exploded, with liquid flowing everywhere. He was right-handed and his left hand was weak, so he only held two bags of yellow liquid in his left hand, each weighing about one pound, not very big.
He threw the two bags of drugs directly at Annabelle who was sitting in the back seat of the car.
After freeing his left hand, Old John quickly stepped forward, pressed his left hand on the car window, and quickly threw three more bags of drugs at the driver in front with his right hand. The bags were extremely fragile and broke when they were thrown on people. The drugs were scattered everywhere in the car, and a slightly pungent smell emanated from it.
After throwing the gun, Old John took out two more bags of gunpowder from his bag and threw them at Annabell.
It all seemed long, but from the time he threw the first bag to the time he took out the matches from his trouser pocket with his right hand, it took less than five seconds in total. When Old John took out the matches, Annabelle's scream had just rang out!
…
Annabell stared blankly at her wet clothes and wet hair. She screamed subconsciously and smelled a familiar smell. It seemed to be - gasoline?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the humble old man staring at her coldly. He was holding a matchbox in his hand. Without saying a word, he took out a match and lit it before Annabelle could scream for the second time...
The match drew a graceful arc from the old man's hand and landed accurately on Annabelle's thigh.
Squeak...
boom!
The fire suddenly came into view, and Annabelle was engulfed by the flames with a scream. She was covered in gasoline, as old John had thrown five bags at her!
…
How much space is there inside an ordinary car?
In such a small space, six or seven kilograms of gasoline were thrown in within a short period of time and then ignited.
What is the effect?
There was a muffled sound in the car, and the flames burned rapidly, breaking through the car window in an instant.
The entire interior of the car was on fire.
Old John subconsciously took several steps back, coughed twice, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck... that's fucking awesome."
Pushing his bicycle, Old John walked forward about ten meters, then stood on the side of the road and looked at the Rolls-Royce that seemed to be spontaneously combusting.
The burgundy Rolls-Royce had yellow flames coming out of its windows, making it look like a chariot of fire. The thick black smoke added a touch of momentum to the chariot of fire.
When the fire just started, the whole car shook violently twice, as if the people inside were pushing the door hard, but they had just locked the door with their own hands, and in such a hurry, it was probably impossible to open it.
Half a minute later, the violently shaking car calmed down again.
Old John just watched quietly as the Rolls-Royce slowly and completely burned from the inside out.
Although there are few people here, with such a thick black smoke, it is estimated that it won't be long before someone comes here.
but……
Even though time was tight, Old John just stood there and watched. He wanted to make sure that the target in the car was eliminated!
…
Feeling a bit bored, Old John picked up the notebook in his backpack, opened the last page, and prepared to see what the lady had just written.
This was the task assigned by the young master himself, asking him to take a representative personal item from the other party.
How does Old John deal with this kind of personal stuff?
He can't just rob people on the road, right?
Doing so would be too risky and prone to mistakes. It would be better to do it this way, when the other party is completely unprepared, and just leave without causing any pain. How wonderful that would be.
And the short sentence written by the other party herself, this is also very meaningful, right? It should also be considered a personal item, right? People who are familiar with her will definitely recognize it.
…
I opened the notebook and saw the last page clearly written: "Kalami, I wish you a speedy recovery, and hope you can farm peacefully and be a good farmer in the future."
"Fuck!"
Even though Old John didn't have a sister, he was a little angry the first time he saw this so-called blessing. This kind of rubbish woman, even when writing a blessing to others, did not forget to mock others. What does it mean to farm peacefully and be a good farmer?
Is this looking down on farming?
Who do you think you are!
As expected...the young master said that those who deserve to die, deserve to die. Such a vicious woman, it is better for her to die early!
…
Five minutes later, a black van slowly drove up from behind Old John and stopped on the opposite side of the road with the window rolled down. The driver was a big man with a face full of flesh. When he saw Old John, he subconsciously gave him a flattering smile.
"Uncle John, how are you doing here?"
The big man pointed at Les Les who had been burned black and continued: "Someone is coming this way, should we retreat?"
Old John said nothing, picked up the bicycle next to him with one hand, walked to the van across the road, stuffed the bicycle into the van, and sat in the passenger seat. He took another look at the Rolls-Royce that was almost burnt. There was no movement inside. In this situation, even if Merlin came inside, he would die!
"Let's go..."
After Old John finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat to rest. The big man smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and the van took off with a small bounce, creating a wave of heat and slowly drove away.
The "black" Rolls-Royce was emitting black smoke and remained in place, with no potentially useful information left around it.
The only flaw was the plastic bag containing gasoline, but this thing was burned up by the fire. There are so many plastic parts in the car, who knows what the little burnt marks are?
…
London, around four in the afternoon, in Allen's small manor.
There were bursts of men's gasping and intermittent women's screams in the room.
Xiao Shitou looked around, and the two servants on duty saw his expression and quickly looked away, not wanting to look him in the face.
He gritted his teeth. Home called and the young master asked him to be notified as soon as the work was done, no matter what he was doing!
Little Shitou didn't dare to disobey Alan's orders, so as soon as he received the call, he ran to find the young master to report the situation.
but……
It was broad daylight, the bedroom door was closed, and the young master hadn't come out yet.
Gritting his teeth, Little Stone bit the bullet and knocked twice on the bedroom door. He quickly reported through the door, "Master... home called and said Old John had finished his work. You asked me to inform you as soon as possible. That's it. I'm leaving now!"
As soon as Xiao Shitou finished speaking, the voices of men and women in the bedroom suddenly quieted down. After two or three seconds, an extremely high-pitched woman's scream was heard again, accompanied by a sentence in Arabic.
Xiao Shitou went there on a business trip last year, so he could still understand this sentence. It seemed like he was begging for mercy?
Young Master...is so awesome!
"I understand! I'll bring dinner in later, so go and prepare it first."
While Xiao Shitou was stunned, Alan's voice finally came from the bedroom. He gave some instructions, and then...
The screams and gasps continued at the same time.
…
“Dang.”
Alan casually put the plate on the bedside table. He had been living a very comfortable life these past two days, not leaving the house.
All my time was spent with my college girl who came all the way from the Arab region to work in the UK.
The girl is alone and in a foreign country. As her boss, shouldn't Master Allen care about his employees?
For such employees, verbal concern seems too perfunctory. We need to care deeply about employees, become one with them, and have a deep understanding of them in order to deepen the relationship between bosses and employees.
Alan was so dedicated and cared deeply about his employees that he even forgot to eat.
Now I can only sit on the bed and eat a hasty dinner.
She glanced at the torn stockings on the ground, then turned her head and looked behind her.
Yasin Rania pinched a corner of the thin blanket with both hands and covered her mouth with it, leaving only a pair of big eyes exposed.
The more Alan looked at her, the more he found this little girl interesting.
They Arabs are very conservative, especially the women.
Although Yasin Rania received a Western education, she is conservative in many things.
Alan smacked his lips, savoring the taste.
He likes the feeling of wanting to refuse but also to welcome, wanting to welcome but also to refuse the most.
How do you say it?
Right... pulling each other.
It's that feeling of being very shy, very embarrassed, very restrained, but not too rejecting.
Tsk tsk tsk, that feeling...
There is a bit of pleasure in the guilt, and a bit of guilt in the pleasure. It is this complex emotion that is very intoxicating.
Alan hadn't experienced this kind of novelty for a long time. Now that he relaxed, he couldn't help but indulge himself a little.
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