Although he reprimanded his men not to get carried away, Clements still looked down on them from the bottom of his heart when he thought of the little earl.

He has settled in Wales for more than ten years, from the 1970s to now, which is almost twenty years. During these years, he has heard about the various ridiculous things done by the old earl who "died young", and he has also seen the ridiculous things done by Alan.

Clements always felt that people like the Hill family were like termites, and there was nothing special about them except that they were rude and unreasonable.

And… earlier this year, something very interesting happened.

In the development zone of Swansea, there are many foreign-invested factories. In such an area...

There are all kinds of people here, and there is no shortage of people with bad intentions.

Of course, the British security department is also indispensable to keep an eye on things, and there is a permanent department on the scene.

What they are on guard against are those foreign businessmen who have nothing to do and come to deceive the "kind and simple" Welsh people. They are afraid that these Welsh people who have never seen the world will be instigated.

But secretly... In fact, the British security department has a hidden small department in the Swansea Development Zone. This small department is usually responsible for monitoring some foreign businessmen with sensitive identities, or... doing some sneaky investigations.

Everyone is well aware of the many forces within Britain's public security department, but where their secret small department is hidden... not everyone knows.

but!

Just this year, in the Swansea arson case, the British security team hiding in the dark was also burned down by Allen's men. I don't know whether they did it on purpose or just happened to be lucky.

Anyway, the headquarters of that department was also burned down. Although there were not many people working the night shift in other factories that night, their intelligence department did not distinguish between day and night, and they never expected that someone would be so bold as to secretly attack them.

In addition, it was their own territory, so people were not very vigilant. Due to carelessness, several people were burned and the losses were heavy. It was the biggest laughing stock in the intelligence community that year.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have been caught in one fell swoop.

But the strange thing about this incident is that the intelligence department did not report any losses afterwards, and no information was leaked to the outside world, as if they took responsibility for all the losses themselves.

The more they act like this, the more speechless those who hide in the dark and watch the joke will be, and they will ask if this is a laughing stock, right? !

The entire team was nearly burned to death, and they didn’t even dare to fart afterwards!

That's how it was, and Allen's reputation was also ruined. In Clements' opinion, he was the typical playboy, always making trouble... He couldn't help with the real work and always made trouble. The key was that after making trouble, he himself didn't know the inside story, which made him look even more stupid.

For such people, even if their family is very famous, but for Clements, the Hill family?

This family is at most a larger local tyrant and local security guard, so just give them a little respect.

…

"Keep an eye on the people in your group. There will definitely be some action outside soon. Don't cause any trouble!"

Clements has been feeling a little panicky these past few days, but he couldn't guess where the danger came from, so he could only stay calm. This is not the first time he has done something like this, and as long as the storm has passed, it will often end hastily. Not every case must have an ending!

"Understood, don't worry, they all know the rules! I'll keep an eye on them."

…

Pembrokeshire Police.

"Boss, I've brought the person to you."

A police officer was carrying a big belly, followed by a middle-aged yellow-haired man who was thin and looked unattractive.

"Well, go out, I'll talk to him, sit down!"

…

After the office door was closed, the middle-aged policeman glanced at the yellow-haired man sitting opposite him, raised his chin, and said calmly: "Do you know why I called you here today?"

"Sheriff Vaughn, if you have anything to say, just call me directly. I really don't want to come to this place."

The middle-aged yellow-haired man is one of the famous bosses in Pembroke County. He has been here quite often over the years. As he gets older, he has less things to do, but he has become more and more awed by places like the police station.

When I was young, I was frivolous, but when I got older, I liked stability instead.

"You know about the recent sudden death of a wealthy man in Cardiff, right?"

Sheriff Vaughn didn't shy away from the formality and said directly, "The higher-ups have sent down a mission. Can you guys provide some information? Are there any outsiders, strange people, or people with criminal records in our county recently?"

"this……"

When Huangmao heard this kind of question, he instinctively became nervous.

The morals in Wales have been getting worse in recent years. All the big and small gangsters have a hard time. No one knows where this trend came from, but... every county has begun to pursue public security index and crime clearance rate.

Sometimes in some cases, when it is impossible to catch the perpetrator, it is time to use the last resort.

scapegoat!

At the end of each year, all the major gangs are very cautious, fearing that they will be targeted by the police and that they will catch a few scapegoats to meet their annual security targets.

Now Sheriff Vaughn asked him this directly, which made Huangmao very embarrassed.

If you want to get involved in gangs... you have to be loyal. If he tells someone when they ask him... how can he survive in the future?

…

"Sheriff... I really don't know, our company..."

"Humph, you guys have the nerve to call this a company? Do you want me to take someone to your company?"

Pembrokeshire is not very rich and has few people. Not all coastal cities are developed, and some remote coastal cities are poor. Pembrokeshire is like this. It is called a county, but in fact it is just a larger village. Its population is not even as large as that of Carmarthen.

In a place like this, a scoundrel who runs a rural KTV has the nerve to call it a company?

…

"No, no, Sheriff... You have witnessed everything over the past few years. How long have you told me that I haven't been here? I am a law-abiding citizen!"

"Why……"

Sheriff Vaughn sighed, took out his revolver from the drawer, slapped it on the table, pointed at the gun and said, "Very good... This gun was found in your company. Until the source of the gun is explained clearly, you will live here for the time being."

"???"

Huangmao looked at the gun on the table and was completely stunned. In Britain, carrying a gun without permission is a serious crime!

And it’s a police revolver!

Vaughn just casually took out a gun from the drawer and slammed it on the table and then framed him?

Is there any law left?!

"Sheriff... I really don't know. I... I... we never use this thing. Don't scare me."

"I'll scare you? If we can't catch the perpetrators in this case, not only you, but even I won't be able to protect myself. You say... I'll scare you in this situation? Today... If you can't provide me with information, you won't be able to leave this police station. Think carefully."

Although Allen's original words were to find these idle people in society to understand the situation, even Allen himself did not have much hope whether he could rely on them to catch the person.

But Sheriff Vaughn doesn't see it that way.

Everyone wants to improve, and Vaughn also wants to improve. It's just that over the years, he has been lacking an opportunity, a chance to prove himself.

Back then, he and the famous Sheriff Rex were classmates. Vaughn was much better than Rex in both professional skills and physical fitness. Even in terms of his wife's appearance, Vaughn thought he was much better than Rex.

But fate plays tricks on people... Rex, who used to be insignificant, suddenly got promoted from a police officer to a sheriff, then to a commissioner, and even worked in the London Metropolitan Police, nicknamed the Welsh Iron-Blooded Detective!

The local media described the crime-solving rate as "every murder case is solved, every crime is solved". In just a few years, its reputation shocked the entire Welsh police community.

And what about Vaughan?

He is still hiding in a rural place like Pembrokeshire, working as a sheriff, doing trivial jobs every day and making a living.

This time he finally got the chance. No matter whether Vaughn could collect information locally or not, even if there was really no information, he had made up his mind. Even if it was fake, he had to make up some news!

Just give him a chance! Even if it's just to meet that gentleman once and leave a good impression, isn't this an opportunity?

Vaughn doesn't want to be the sheriff in a place like this for the rest of his life!

He wants to improve!

…

Seeing Vaughn's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, Huangmao swallowed and suddenly had an idea. He didn't want to betray his brothers, but he suddenly remembered that the rich businessman who died a few days ago was a Jew, and in their town, weren't there a few Jews who were usually looked down upon?

Can't we just sell them?

"Sheriff...it's not like I don't have any information at all. My wife's distant cousin is the manager of my place, that is...my place."

The yellow-haired man made a very subtle gesture. He made a circle with his left index finger and thumb, and then moved his right index finger twice inside the circle.

Sheriff Vaughn understood instantly that this was a small place where that kind of business was done. In the countryside... this was very common and a necessity.

"Go on."

"My distant cousin was chatting with me a few days ago. He mentioned that they had received a few people some time ago. His little sister said that those people were all single."

Having said that, the yellow-haired man gestured with his finger at Sheriff Vaughan again, and then pointed downwards.

Vaughn was stunned for two seconds, not quite understanding what he meant, but he gestured to the yellow-haired man to continue.

"You know, there aren't many outsiders here. They are single... I remember them very clearly. Wasn't the rich businessman who died a few days ago a Jew? You say... since they are all Jewish, is there any connection between them?"

"oh?"

At this point, Vaughan suddenly understood what this so-called "lonely person" meant.

Isn't this something that only Jews have? !

If you don't look at this place, you can't tell who is Jewish. But the little sisters mentioned by the yellow-haired man must have been considered strange after seeing them. His cousin heard it when they were talking about them.

This thing... not only are some men curious, but women are also curious, especially after experiencing it, they have something to talk about.

Speaking of these Jews, Vaughan suddenly felt a little inspired. His heart suddenly started beating uncontrollably and accelerated.

For a remote area with few outsiders, there are actually a few Jews in the town. And people who can go to such a place must not be too old, most likely they are young men!

This... is it possible, is it possible, that they are the group of "fugitives"?

"Where's your cousin? Call him right now!"

Thinking of this, Vaughn straightened up suddenly, picked up the phone on the table and started calling people. He had to investigate first, at least get a rough idea of ​​what happened, and then...

Of course I went to meet that gentleman with the news!

As for arresting people himself... he was not interested in that. What if the people on the other side really were a group of vicious people and he couldn't defeat them?

It is safest to provide the information first!

…

"What? It's been three days? And there's no clue?"

Looking at the information in his hand, Alan's eyebrows almost stood up.

He has already launched a human wave tactic, and has mobilized all the departments below. After three full days of investigation, there is actually no useful clue? !

This made Allen feel a little embarrassed. Although no outsiders knew the result now, he was very unhappy as he had always called himself the Little Bully of Wales.

It doesn't matter if we can't catch the person, but it's a waste if we don't find any clues at all.

Is this still the local boss?

Are there such useless local bosses?

…

"Master, the people below haven't had a good rest these days. They've been working overtime to investigate, but they really haven't found any suspicious people. However, they have arrested quite a few people with criminal records."

"I know! Keep checking!"

Alan threw the pieces of waste paper on the desk in annoyance.

Is this the wrong direction of exploration?

Or did that group of people really run away, and all the previous speculations were just a trick?

This shouldn’t be the case…

…

“Boom boom boom!”

As there was a knock on the door, Xiao Shitou opened it carefully.

"Hello? Ms. Ceylon, good afternoon, what are you doing?"

"Haha, Butler Stone, this is the task the boss assigned to me some time ago. I am here to deliver the things to the boss."

Ceylon was smiling and seemed to be holding a small cardboard box with some effort.

From time to time, a sound like claws scratching the cardboard could be heard from the box, along with a faint whimpering sound.

Little Stone took a step back, motioned Ceylon to come in, and took another curious look into the cardboard box.

There is a lid on top, so you can't see what's inside.

…

"Boss, this is the little pet you asked me to give you last time. The BBC spent a lot of effort to find it for you. Do you like it?"

"Oh? Ceylon is here."

Alan was thinking about the case. He looked up when he heard Ceylon's voice and saw the cardboard box on the desk at a glance.

"Inside?"

"Yes, you can open it yourself." Ceylon looked at Alan with a smile.

"Well, I'd like to see what they find for me."

Alan stood up and grabbed the cardboard box. Maybe because he exerted too much force, there was a louder noise inside the box, as if something was trying to rush out, causing the cardboard box to make a rattling sound.

…

"Oh? Where did you get this?"

As the lid of the cardboard box was opened, a small black and yellow creature was revealed in the box. It was squinting its eyes, grinning widely, and looking up and howling.

Maybe because it is too small, there is a layer of blue film on the eyes of this little thing, just like a puppy whose eyes have not yet opened.