Alan blinked. Transport?

When you think about the distance from the tinplate factory to Manchester, it is almost farther than the distance from London to Manchester. It takes three or four hours to transport it, plus two hours of production time. Even if everything goes well, it will take four or five in the morning to transport it to Manchester.

this……

Alan frowned and suddenly thought of Boss Cha.

Alan only learned this when he attended the funeral of old Earl Spencer.

Boss Cha has long asked the Royal Air Force to use military transport planes to transport vegetables, food ingredients, etc. from abroad for him, and the expenses of the Royal Air Force's personnel and transport aircraft are still paid with money from the military budget.

Boss Cha has been doing this kind of operation all the time. The key point is that the Royal Air Force not only does not object, but is even happy about it!

It’s not that some ministers had secretly talked about this matter before, saying that Boss Cha was openly “using the public vehicle for personal purposes”, but... a magical scene happened. Before Boss Cha could explain, the bigwig of the Royal Air Force jumped out first.

In their own words, "Since the Royal Air Force has "Royal" in its name, it is born to serve the royal family. If the Royal Air Force cannot serve the royal family, then what is the Royal Air Force? What they transport for the royal family is their internal business, and no one else has the right to interfere!"

That is to say, although Boss Cha does not have the military power on the surface now, he can command the Royal Air Force and ask them to transport things for him, or borrow a transport plane to send someone or something. They can use them at will. As long as Boss Cha gives the order, they will obey it!

Now... Alan thought of this. If other nobles asked the Royal Air Force to borrow a plane, they would probably forget about it...

But Alan has a special identity. He is not only Boss Cha’s retainer, he is also Boss Cha’s chief of guards!

In the name of Boss Cha, it shouldn't be a problem for Master Allen to temporarily borrow a plane to transport some things from Wales to Manchester, right?

Anyway, it’s late at night, if you’re asking, it’s because it’s urgent, don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask!

This is the benefit of having a backer. Boss Cha just left yesterday and has gone to visit South Korea. They just wanted to find Boss Cha to confirm, but they couldn't find him for a while.

"Call Butler Capel and tell him I have an urgent matter and need to use the Royal Air Force to transport something to Manchester. Ask them to help us transport it."

"By the way... ask the elderly at home to bring a small number of weapons to protect my safety. Bring more stun grenades!"

"yes!"

Little Shitou looked at his young master with admiration. In this way, transportation by plane would be much faster and would not cause any delays.

…

"etc!"

Now that he has the machete, weapons, and personnel, Allen is still worried.

It was his first time to cross the border and kill someone, so he was a little nervous, just like a young man dating a girl for the first time. Although he wasn’t as excited as before, he was still nervous.

This is a little different from his previous actions of sending people to America secretly to kill dogs. That was on a small scale, with only a dozen people doing minor riots. Even if they allowed the Koreans to cause riots over there, there were not many core personnel. This time it is different. The total number of personnel from both sides is nearly a thousand, which is a considerable scale.

Judging from the current situation, Allen plans to keep a low profile and plan more carefully.

That……

The problem now is how to package this matter a little bit so that he can have a tenable excuse. If the boss or the queen asks about it in the future, he will at least have a reason to quibble.

…

"Manchester..."

Alan sighed, what's in Manchester?

Besides industry...eh?

Isn't our team Manchester United? Aren't they in Manchester?

That……

The football hooligans in my country are world-famous, and my family's textile factory is now responsible for sponsoring and producing Manchester United jerseys.

If all their delivery men were to wear Manchester United's red shirts, wouldn't that help to evade the blame for the spontaneously organized violent activities by the fans?

In this way, even if the trouble gets a little bigger, it has nothing to do with Master Allen!

Well... and in this way, everyone will wear Manchester United jerseys at night, which can increase recognition and kill two birds with one stone. We have to transport weapons anyway, so we might as well transport clothes as well!

Thinking of this, Alan smiled and was quite impressed with his own plan. In this way, the whole plan was complete. Now all that was left was to gather people and go kill people!

He told Xiao Shitou everything he had just thought of and asked him to make a phone call to notify people. Alan stood up and waved for the servant to come in to change his clothes. While everyone at home was getting ready, he was about to set off!

As for why Allen didn't call a plane to pick him up... What kind of person is he? He's very precious.

If something goes wrong while flying, it’s safer to take a car.

…

Tameside Police Station, Manchester.

It was a standard imitation of Victorian architectural style. There was a large clock hanging on the clock tower above the police station. The time was already past two in the morning.

Inside the sheriff's office, there was still a faint light in the office that had been closed for a long time, along with the panting sounds of more than one person. It was very faint, but because it was quiet at night, the faint panting sounds could still be heard faintly in the corridor.

Sheriff Valon Melo stroked his secretary's back, which had a little fuzz in the middle...

Of course he has a purpose for not coming home so late!

Are you going home so early and facing that shrew at home?

He also likes to pretend to be busy with work after get off work, work overtime, and then keep his secretary behind him. After dinner, the two of them will have some conversation and then go home in the late night.

In this way, the image of a diligent police chief who works overtime every day has become more and more popular. Everyone in Manchester knows that Police Chief Mellor of the Tameside district of Manchester is an extremely hardworking police chief and a strong contender for the next chief of the Manchester Police Department!

…

A slight sound of car brakes made Sheriff Mello frown slightly while he was breathing heavily. This was the bad thing about playing in the office. It was too close to the road. Not to mention the noise from passing cars, he hated it most when someone parked their car near the police station in the middle of the night and ruined his mood.

He came back to his senses and revealed a sinister smile. Just as he was about to continue, he heard a series of brake sounds. In just a few dozen seconds, Melo estimated that there were probably dozens of cars parked in front of the police station. What were they doing?

Sheriff Melo pushed his secretary aside, stood up with his pants held up, walked to the window, pulled the blinds with his left hand, and looked down through the gap in the blinds. Four lanes of the two-lane road opposite the police station were already crowded. A dozen black cars were parked in front of the police station without turning off the engine. More than a dozen big men in black clothes and top hats got out of the cars one after another. This scene...

The sweat on Sheriff Mello's forehead instantly dropped.

The annoyance of being interrupted just now disappeared in an instant, and he watched helplessly as a big man in black walked towards the police station...

"Hurry, get dressed! Someone's coming."

…

When Sheriff Mello and two police officers on duty followed the big man who came to see him downstairs, they saw a row of big men in black standing neatly on the street in front of the police station.

There were at least more than twenty or thirty people. Two groups of people stood in a row with the old Bentley car in the middle as the center. It was obvious who the protagonist was.

He touched the gun on his waist, which was Sheriff Mello's last sense of security.

When he followed the burly man in black who came to find him to the old Bentley, the rear window slowly lowered with a faint friction sound.

There was not much light around, and with the help of the lights from the surrounding vehicles, Melo could only see that there was a young man with an extremely cold and even a little evil face, who was looking at him expressionlessly.

…

His eyes were different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people would look at the face first, but he looked at... his neck and waist. Just this look made Sheriff Mello swallow secretly. It was not because he was afraid, but...

With his many years of experience as a police officer, he could feel the overwhelming aura coming from the young man. It was very strange. The hairs on his back stood up instantly and goose bumps appeared on his arms. He was in a hurry to come out. Sheriff Mello was only wearing a single shirt, and he even shivered when the breeze blew.

"Do you know who I am?"

This voice was like the harsh sound of brakes in the quiet night, extremely unpleasant to the ear, but Mello could only nod his head honestly and said: "I know, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Allen."

The big man in black who had just come to find him had already shown this gentleman the special identity document for nobles that was different from that of ordinary people. The man in front of him was a genuine noble lord, the famous Earl of Carmarthen.

Such a big shot...Mello didn't know why he would come to a shabby place like Tamside in the middle of the night. Is this noble lord so idle?

…

"very good."

When Allen heard that this person knew him, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he continued to ask in a gentler voice: "I heard that an employee of my takeaway company had an accident here. He was attacked by many people and now his leg has been amputated. I want to ask, what is the reason that your police station has not given an explanation even after several hours?"

“This…this…”

Sheriff Mello's forehead was covered with even more cold sweat.

He knew Allen's takeaway company and what happened this afternoon.

but!

This kind of local gang has hundreds of gang members alone. How many people are there in their police station?

How many official police officers are there?

A dozen people!

There are dozens of other informal policemen. How can he arrest people with such limited force?

He was lucky not to be hacked. Besides... it was just a fight. The worst that could happen was that he would have to pay some money. He really didn't expect Alan to come here in the middle of the night and ask him about it in person.

"Sir... our police department has limited power and is really powerless, but..."

Melo glanced at the situation around him and realized that he would not be able to refuse in front of this master today.

"But... I have already asked for help from above. Please rest assured, sir. I will definitely give you and your employees an explanation in a few days!"

"Oh? In a few days...but I don't want to wait even a day."

The smile on Allen's face disappeared again in an instant. He twisted his neck and said, "How about this, since your police force is tight here, I will help you manage the public security situation, and I will handle it myself?"

"ah?"

Sheriff Melo was a little confused when he heard what Allen said... What does it mean to help me manage public security? How to help? Just rely on you bodyguards?

Oh……

…

"Shitou! Tell them to take action. Wait, what's the name of the amputee?"

"The young master...his name is Edmund. His left hand is badly infected."

Xiao Shitou leaned against the car door, bent over and talked to Alan through the door.

"Well...then tell them to cut off the left hands of anyone they meet tonight, and have them amputated along with Edmund!"

"yes!"

"Also...I remember you said they were related to the Crips in America?"

"Yes."

"Cut off the right feet of all the people you capture. Since you like the Crips so much, let them really become Crips. Arrange their actions. After you capture them, save their leader for last and bring him to me!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it now!"

Xiao Shitou picked up his cell phone and started making calls. There were not many people at the door of the police station because all the staff had been dispatched. He came here now because the young master came specially to say hello to the local police station. This is called procedure!

…

Melo felt a little dazed listening to this murderous conversation, and subconsciously wanted to go back to the police station to make a phone call.

"Did I ask you to move?"

Sheriff Mello's steps froze slightly when he heard the voice behind him. He slowly turned around and looked at Allen in the car.

"Your Excellency...I..."

"Stand still and wait for my people to finish their work and come back."

After Alan finished speaking, he pressed the button and the car window slowly closed again.

Sheriff Mello looked at the bodyguards around him and, like a child who had done something wrong, made them stand in the corner as punishment!

Or I was punished by standing in front of their police station.

…

The suburban warehouse where Edmund delivered the food in the afternoon was a hideout of the Gucci Gang. It was a warehouse that integrated transportation, storage, manufacturing and other functions. There were dozens of people stationed there all year round. The hooligans who slashed Edmund were just guarding the warehouse on their shifts. They didn't think the food in the warehouse was tasty, so they ordered takeout, and then...

After chopping up the white pig, several hours passed and nothing happened.

"Hahaha, shit nobleman, he is a nobleman and I am his dad!"

Xiao Heizi was shaking the sieve in his hand. Next to him was a huge amplifier, and disco music was playing all around.

"Wright... the boss told you to keep a low profile recently. This is the property of the nobles. We can't afford to offend them. Maybe they just haven't reacted yet."

The little black guy next to him was talking to the little black guy named Wright with a concerned look on his face. When Wright was not paying attention, he secretly took a small-denomination British pound from the table with his right hand and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Snap! Snap! Crash!"

The lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, accompanied by the sound of several glass being smashed, which scared the few black guys sitting there. Before they could react, something like a grenade rolled to their feet.

"bump!"

Along with the not particularly loud explosion, an extremely strong white light and sonic boom instantly swept over the few people, even covering up their screams. At this moment, the world seemed to have pressed the mute button and nothing could be heard.