Wright's mind was blank. He could not hear or see anything while lying on the ground. He subconsciously shook his head and tried to get up, but his body suddenly ached, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He tried to prop up his arms, but...
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"There are a few here, get to work!"
Wright couldn't hear any sound, but he felt someone kicked him. He had just raised his upper body and was about to get up, but now he was lying on the ground in vain. His left hand seemed to be stepped on by a big foot. Before Wright could figure out who the other party was and why he did this, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his wrist.
"ah!!!"
The opponent used something to chop his wrist hard. The bones at the joint were still very hard. In addition, he was lying on the ground, and the machete was stuck in the bone. The opponent did not come with a second attack, but pressed the knife hard like sawing something, and then kicked the back of the knife with his foot. Just like that, Wright's left hand was chopped off amidst his heart-wrenching screams!
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"Fuck, you're so slow in cutting off a hand?"
"Ahahaha... Boss, I... I'm not good at it yet. I'll be fine after I get more practiced."
"Hurry up, hurry up, and there are feet!"
"clear!"
"ah!!!"
Wright could vaguely hear intermittent conversations, but he had no power to resist and he was almost fainting from the pain.
Stun grenade, also translated as flash bomb.
But the real-life effect of this thing is definitely not like in some games, where you throw it near a person and it just creates a dazzling effect.
Why is it called a stun grenade?
Although it is not a lethal weapon, but... if you are too close to the explosion point, the impact of the sound wave alone will cause internal injuries if you don't die, and your internal organs will be swept by the shock wave. That would feel...
This is what it feels like when you just finished a meal and a 200-pound strong man punches you hard on your bloated stomach.
This feeling is also accompanied by temporary blindness, deafness, dizziness and other effects.
This is not something you can avoid by simply turning around and not looking.
This time, there were dozens of boxes of stun grenades shipped from Wales. One-tenth of Allen's assets were moved here. On average, one grenades was more than enough for each person.
Although it was a slashing move, but... upon encounter, they could first throw a stun grenade from a distance, and then slash the target when it had no ability to resist. This would be much safer, and would also make it easier for them to complete the task assigned by Alan.
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A group of strong men wearing Manchester United jerseys started by cutting off the power and entering the warehouse. They formed a team of five or six people. The person walking in front held a high-intensity tactical flashlight and shouted loudly when he saw the target. Behind him followed two or three people holding machetes and one person carrying a large bag. The person carrying the backpack was responsible for helping to fix the target with his feet to make it easier for others to chop people. When the chopping was done, the person with the backpack picked up the chopped off hands and feet and took them away, and then went back to count them.
In just a few minutes, the entire warehouse was dark. Dozens of strong tactical flashlights swept everywhere. Except for the people wearing Manchester United jerseys, the smell of blood was everywhere. The ground was littered with twisted and screaming figures like maggots. They... were no longer complete.
When the regular army fights against the gangsters, even if the regular army does not have hot weapons, their physical advantages, tactical advantages, equipment advantages, etc. are all beyond the reach of these gangsters.
After just one encounter, the other party was like a little chicken. Under the attack of countless stun grenades, it had no ability to resist and could only scream as its hands and feet were chopped off.
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"Who are you? Who are you?"
A sturdy little black man was in the innermost office of the warehouse, holding a pistol in his hand, trembling as he looked at a dozen big men in Manchester United jerseys in front of him.
The pungent smell of blood came from several big men carrying backpacks. The slightly fishy and smelly smell made Xiao Heizi feel nauseous, and his hand holding the gun trembled even more violently.
Having a gun... doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in some situations, like now.
Although he had a gun in his hand, but... he dared to guarantee that with the behavior of this group of people, if he dared to shoot, he would most likely be chopped to pieces!
He just wanted to know why his enemies came to his door even though he was doing business honestly. Who was looking for trouble with him?
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"Who is it? Haha... You don't even deserve to hear your name. Just remember that you have provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked. Do you understand? Give me the gun. This is not something you should take."
The big man in the lead was holding a high-power tactical flashlight in his left hand, and the light was shining directly on Xiao Heizi's face. He didn't even have any weapons on him, and he just walked up to Xiao Heizi carelessly, stretched out his hand, and pinched Xiao Heizi's right hand and the gun in his hand with one hand, and with a little force, he easily took the other's gun away, as if he was snatching a child's toy, amid Xiao Heizi's screams.
"Fuck!"
The moment the big man took away the pistol, Xiao Heizi cursed subconsciously.
"bump!"
“Hmm…”
Before he finished cursing and could react, the big man in front of him kicked him in the crotch, causing him excruciating pain. The little black boy curled up on the ground with his legs clamped together, unable to even scream.
…
The big man holding Xiao Heizi's pistol in his right hand squatted down, grasped the barrel of the pistol, and hit Xiao Heizi's back of the head with the butt of the gun. This hit made Xiao Heizi on the ground tremble twice in pain.
"Are you the boss of this Gucci gang?"
"bump!"
Seeing that Xiao Heizi didn't reply immediately, the big man hit him again without saying a word.
"……I am……"
"Answer quickly next time I ask you a question!"
When the big man saw that he admitted it, he curled his lips and turned his neck to signal the people behind him to come over.
"Take him away, let's retreat!"
More than sixty people were caught in a warehouse and all of them were chopped to death, but the gang leader wanted to be brought back to meet that gentleman.
"Boss...shouldn't we ask him where the others are?"
A big man nearby walked up to the big man and asked stupidly.
"What the hell are you asking? We've cut off the power supply here, and the phone lines are down too. What good will it do? Are you going to arrest someone in the city in the middle of the night?"
"Then... with just these few people, let's..."
"Okay, Steward Stone has instructed us to capture this person and send him to you as soon as possible. As for the rest of the people, it's not our concern. Let's go."
"good!"
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Sheriff Mello didn't know how long he had been standing there. Anyway, the bodyguards in black around him just stood there. These people were like robots, not making any sound or moving. They just stood on both sides of Alan's car, protecting him like door gods.
The outside temperature at two or three o'clock in the evening is already very cold...
The temperature was only a few degrees above zero, and he was in a hurry to get out, so Melo only wore a shirt. He was shivering with cold, but looking at the car with the windows closed in front of him, the old man inside might be looking at him through the window...
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't afraid. Mello had never felt that nobles were so scary before!
…
It’s not that there are no nobles in Manchester, but here... there are no big nobles!
If the strength standard is 100 points, the nobles in Manchester generally have 30 or 40 points, and there are even some large families and nobles with 40 or 50 points.
These families have both strength and manpower.
But... there is no family that can make the final decision and command the heroes.
There was one in the past, but later... that family became half-dead, and even their descendants lived overseas. Manchester now still has a ducal family in name, but in reality, it is like a mountain without a tiger, so the monkeys claim to be king.
Faced with such a situation, Melo used to have a comfortable life here. As long as he handled things well, he had never felt that any family had such great power.
But today is different, Alan... the Earl of Carmarthen is the type who can be regarded as a fierce dragon crossing the river and can suppress the local snake.
No family in Manchester could match him.
Those who are richer than him are not as powerful as him, those who are more powerful than him... No one is more powerful than him...
If... an idea suddenly popped up in Melo's mind, if all the families in Manchester united, they could fight against this gentleman, but... just think about this situation, the families in these places in Britain have never been united.
While he was distracted by these trivial things, he suddenly heard the sound of a vehicle engine in the distance. Mello was delighted and turned his head to look over there. A white ambulance was driving towards this side abruptly.
Melo looked at the scene and was a little surprised. Why was the ambulance here in the middle of the night?
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Under Melo's curious gaze, a woman with a very stout build and conspicuous red hair got out of the ambulance. Melo immediately realized from this feature that she was a Celt, or someone with Celtic ancestry!
The woman was wearing a very loose suit and a headband on her head. She walked a little timidly, following the burly man who had just been giving orders on the phone. With her extremely strong body, she walked in a pace that was extremely inconsistent with her temperament, and even gave people a cautious feeling. She slowly followed the burly man to the door of Alan's car.
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The car window that had been closed for a long time opened again, and Little Stone bent over and reported: "Master... the person is here. Edmund is still in the ambulance. He has woken up. This is his wife, Mary."
After hearing Xiao Shitou introduce himself, the woman standing next to him didn't even dare to look at the people in the car. She stood there like a quail, with her hands in front of her body, her hands twisted together, and her head lowered.
"Are you Edmund's wife? How is your husband?"
Alan's voice came slowly, and Mary's shoulders shook visibly twice. This time she slowly raised her head, and her already pale face became even paler.
She knew who was in the car, but because she knew it, she was afraid!
As a native Welsh person, her family lives right next to Carmarthenshire. She was scared growing up by her family telling horror stories about the Hill family. She was really scared!
Her fear of the Hill family was ingrained in her bones. It was fine when she had no contact with them normally, but now that she had really seen them and was so close to them, it would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid!
She didn't turn around and run, which is already considered a heroine!
She is a woman weighing 200 pounds. When she is at home, she can ride on her husband and press Edmund to the ground and beat him!
But now...hearing Alan asking her a question, she was so scared that she didn't even know what to say.
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Alan looked at the little woman's reaction and was not surprised. This was the character of the Welsh. Their behavior proved that the Hill family's foundation in Wales was still stable!
"How's it going over there?"
"Master... they will be back in five minutes at most. The person has been captured."
"Good! Go get Edmund down and show him."
"yes!"
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The rear door of the ambulance was opened, and several bodyguards worked together to get the folding bed out. The patient, who was wrapped like a mummy, was Edmund, who was chopped today... uh, to be precise, yesterday afternoon and had his left hand amputated.
"Where am I?"
Edmund's face was pale, which was the sequelae of excessive blood loss. However, he was strong and recovered quickly. Although he couldn't move now, he was awake.
Mary had already trotted over from the car, looking at her husband with a face full of fear and excitement. There was a look of heartache in her eyes, but she said, "Edmund, guess who's here? The gentleman is here, and he's here in person to ask for an explanation from you."
"Ah? Who?" Edmund looked at his wife who was like a wall, and it was hard to tell whether the expression on his face was fear or excitement.
"Yes..." Mary subconsciously turned her head and looked around, then leaned over and whispered in Edmund's ear about Allen.
Even though Edmund was wrapped like a mummy, he still tried his best to tremble when he heard Mary's words. He was not afraid, but excited!
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Melo stared blankly at the hospital bed that was taken down from the ambulance and the injured person who was lying on the ground. He didn't quite understand what they were going to do.
but……
He didn't have to wait long before the lights at the end of the road came on again and the sound of buzzing engines was heard. This time there were more cars coming.
One takeaway truck after another passed by him, and then... he didn't know how many trucks passed by, and a hundred people got off the trucks? Or how many people?
Mello was no longer in the mood to count.
He stared blankly at a burly man wearing what seemed to be a Manchester United jersey, carrying a backpack, getting out of the car, walking to the bed, taking off the backpack, and pouring out several broken hands and feet, which fell bloody on the ground beside the bed.
Some of them seemed to know the patient and wiped the gauze on his body with their bloody hands, as if they were saying hello to him.
One by one, strong men carrying backpacks came here to unload goods. They carried their backpacks to the patient's bedside to "unload" the goods.
The ground was littered with broken hands and feet, and the pungent smell of blood filled the entrance of the police station.
Melo had been staring blankly with his mouth open since he saw the first sturdy man unloading the cargo.
Seeing this scene, let alone a normal person, even a veteran sheriff like him, who has been in the police force for many years, would tremble with fear and feel chilled to the bone.
this……
this……
This is simply a devilish act. This is right in front of the police station!
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"Haha, Edmund, do you still recognize me? I've said before that the food you cook is terrible. Now you can't cook anymore, right? Don't worry... Your Excellency has given an order. The people who beat you are now worse off than you. Their hands will be the same as yours in the future, and their feet are even worse off than you."
Edmund stared blankly at a big man with a painted face talking in front of him, gesturing at his face with a severed hand in his hand.