As the first stun grenade exploded, the second and third stun grenade rolled in one after another. Clements' ears were buzzing and he could hear nothing. His chest felt like it was hit several times. His body tilted and he fell off the table.
He hasn't even used up all his previous methods yet and has already lost his fighting ability.
He couldn't hear any sound, but he didn't have to wait any longer. His legs suddenly hurt, and before he could make a sound, his jaw was pinched hard by someone's hand and dislocated.
…
"Is this the goal? Clements?"
A big man knelt on Clements and tied him up while taking out a photo and comparing it with Clements' face with the help of his teammate's flashlight.
"It should be him."
"Take it off and take a look. Confirm his identity first."
The other big man had not forgotten the order. After catching the man, he would first confirm whether he was a Jew. If he was not, he would have to use the method of arresting the wrong person.
“Sizzle…”
Following the sound of tearing cloth, the faint light of the flashlight in the darkness accurately illuminated the key part, and then... confirmed the target!
This thing looks like... a king oyster mushroom that has gone soft before being cut. It's very easy to identify.
"That's him. Take him away. Groups one and two have finished their work. We don't need to worry about the rest."
"yes!"
…
From the first gunshot to the moment the entire clinic fell silent, it took no more than five minutes.
It feels a bit like... it comes quickly and goes quickly.
There was no scene like in the movies where they broke through the siege with all kinds of high-tech equipment, nor was there any scene of one against ten.
Real agents or spies only do sneaky things. When it comes to direct combat, it is hard to say whether they can compare with scouts, not to mention compared with elite troops. The direct combat effectiveness of the two sides is completely not on the same level.
In addition, one side was completely unprepared, was familiar with the terrain, and launched a sneak attack, and had the advantage in equipment. If something goes wrong again, there is really nothing we can do.
So... Alan, who had been watching from a distance with a telescope for a long time, put down the telescope and smacked his lips, feeling a little bored.
…
"Master... Commissioner Hughes, should I... tell him?"
Seeing the end of the operation, Rex, who was standing next to Allen, asked in a low voice.
"Him? What to tell him?"
This is Wales, not anywhere else. If there is any credit... Alan can just keep it for himself without caring about others. As for Hughes... he is nothing. He is just a nobody sent to assist Alan. He just needs to have the leftover soup.
But if Allen screwed up something, he could be the one to take the blame.
Isn't this the kind of work that people in this department do in front of noble lords?
After waiting for more than twenty minutes, a few people in the distance came towards us carrying something that looked like logs.
Alan stamped his feet and stared at the figures. When they came closer, he could see clearly that they were probably a few living people wrapped in quilts.
…
"Sir, this group of people is not simple. When we went in to arrest them just now, everyone was on guard. They fired the first shot. And judging from their shooting movements, they don't look like novices, especially this old guy. I just went to see the room he was in when we arrested him. He deliberately left the door half open, and he was hiding on the table against the wall on the other side of the door."
"oh?"
Although Allen is a navy, he still knows a little bit about the tricks here. In an indoor battle like this, even if they need to hide, many people will subconsciously hide behind the door.
But this person was different. He first half opened the door and hid himself on the table on the other side. This was a bit unexpected. In professional terms, this is called counter-instinct training.
It's just like the special training for indoor combat in the army. For example, when you are turning sideways to shoot at a corner, your outstretched leg must turn inward, and the same goes for your foot.
This position looks very girly, but it works well.
If the shooter is shot, the position of his legs will drive his body due to inertia, causing him to fall directly to the inside of the wall instead of falling backwards or out.
This is counter-instinct training.
This old man deliberately created an illusion by leaving the door half open. When most people see this situation, they will probably focus most of their vigilance on what is behind the door and ignore him squatting in the dark on the table at the entrance. It is a very sinister method.
But he probably didn't expect that even though no one else had come in, stun grenades were thrown in like they were free.
This Nima...
The power of a stun gun at close range is three or four times stronger than the pain of being hit by an airbag while sitting in a car.
If you still don't have an impression of this thing, you can imagine the feeling of a heavy object weighing three or four hundred pounds hitting a person head-on with full force.
Untrained people will lose their combat effectiveness at the first blow, and even trained people cannot defend against it. This is not an explosion, but a shock wave, which is magical damage!
…
"Is he the Clements?"
"Yes, but he won't be able to wake up for a while. He was hit by three stun grenades at close range."
“…”
Alan looked at Clements, who looked like the protagonist in a horror movie, with blood oozing out of his eyes and mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.
"Change someone who can talk. I want to ask some questions."
…
As a basin of cold water was poured directly onto his body, Andy couldn't help but let out a low moan.
It was already October, late at night, not far from the beach, and the temperature was only a few degrees. In this situation, a person was stripped naked and a basin of cold water was poured over him. That feeling...
Andy's teeth chattered uncontrollably due to the cold. He squinted his eyes to see the surroundings clearly. In front of him stood a young man with a gloomy face. Several big men surrounded him, and their eyes were all on him.
"You... who are you and why are you attacking us?"
Alan looked at the captured person on the ground with a smile. No matter whether they were related to the murder case a few days ago, he had gained something today. These Jews had guns!
"Let me ask you, where did you get your guns? What are you doing lurking here?"
“…”
Just as Andy was about to raise his head, a big foot suddenly stepped on his neck from behind, making him unable to move.
"No?"
Alan chuckled and signaled the bodyguard next to him to let go of his feet.
…
"Who are you!"
Andy shivered and looked at Alan.
Seeing Andy's irrelevant answer, Allen squatted down and looked into his eyes and continued to ask: "The murder case a few days ago, that Robert Maxwell, does it have anything to do with you?"
Hearing this name, Andy's eyes subconsciously changed, but he quickly restrained himself, as if he didn't understand what Alan said, and continued to answer the question: "Why did you attack me? I didn't break any law."
…
Alan, who had been watching him closely, understood what was going on when he saw the look in this guy's eyes. He didn't expect that with just an unexpected clue, it looked like he had caught the real culprit.
Could it really be this group of people who did it?
Is it so easy to solve the case?
Normally, when people are caught, they should at least listen carefully to what they are being asked, right?
No matter what the problem is, if you don’t know, or if you know but want to deny it, you should at least make excuses and deny it, right?
But this guy in front of me, after his eyes showed such a slight reaction, he didn't deny it and continued to play dumb?
Is this normal?!
…
"My patience is limited. If you tell me now, I will suffer less."
"I don't know anything. I don't understand what you are saying."
"good!"
Seeing this guy acting like a rogue, Alan smiled and was not angry. He stretched out his left hand and gently stroked his face, then slowly touched his upper eyelid with his index finger and pressed down with a little force.
The nerves on the human face are very sensitive. Even with such a light press, Andy had already reacted. He stretched his neck back as far as he could, trying to avoid Alan's hand, but he was tied up and lying on the ground. Even if he tried to hide, his range was limited.
As Alan's fingers continued to press down, Andy finally couldn't help but scream.
Alan's index finger pressed down on his left eyelid. He felt his eye was about to explode. The pain extended from his eye to his scalp, and his whole head felt like it was electrocuted.
"Ah!!! I really don't know, I don't know what you are talking about! Ah!!!"
Alan turned a deaf ear to what the guy said and kept pressing down hard with a smile.
As the force on his hands grew stronger, Andy's screams grew louder.
“Ah!!! I…”
"ah!!"
Andy felt as if he had been electrocuted. He was no longer twitching, but shaking all over.
He was shaking all over from being pressed, and he struggled hard, his screams like a wild ghost, but Alan's fingers seemed to be glued to his left eye, and the pressure continued to increase.
…
“I…I said…Ah!!!”
Andy's patience has reached its limit. He is a professionally trained person, and ordinary torture has basically no effect on him. But since he was a child, this is the first time he has experienced the feeling of someone digging out his eyeballs through his eyelids. This kind of pain feels like it goes deep into his bones!
He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a more intense pain. It seemed as if there was suddenly a lot more space in his left eye socket, and there was a bit of a sticky feeling, along with the severe pain, which rushed straight to his head. Andy shook violently a few more times and fainted from the pain!
Alan shook his hands, stood up and said, "Wake him up!"
…
When Andy regained consciousness, he was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to speak. He curled up and his whole body was in pain. He felt like his left eye was gone. Not only that, but because of the excessive pain, his right eye was also temporarily blind. He couldn't see the things around him and could only feel that the person was still in front of him.
"Did you kill Robert Maxwell?"
Sure enough... that devilish voice sounded again, and along with it, the ground shook. It was the sound of footsteps!
Andy shook subconsciously again and said hysterically, "Yes! Yes! We killed him! Clements brought me and Brooke with him. I was the one driving the boat. It wasn't me who killed him, it was Clements!"
"Oh? Why kill him?"
"I don't know! I don't know! Clements said he was a traitor and I was only in charge of the boat."
"Hmph... traitor?"
Feeling another touch on his right eye, Andy shivered even more violently, and his voice became distorted.
"That's all I know, really! That's all I know!"
"Where's Brooke?"
"He's in town, he's in town!"
"How many times have you met Robert Maxwell?"
"I've seen him several times before. I...I took Clements to meet him at sea."
"Oh? Met at sea? How many times? Where?"
"Every time... every time it was off the coast of Cardiff. I took Clements there three times."
"Um...how many of you are there? Where are the others?"
"I have no idea……"
Looking at the man lying on the ground shaking like a maggot, Allen took two steps back with some disgust and waved his hand, saying, "Take him back, treat him first, and interrogate him again tonight."
"yes!"
…
Alan never expected that he would catch the right person in one go.
He expected that he could just find some new clues, but he didn't expect that this group of people would actually be the murderers.
From the beginning to now, to be honest, he felt a little confused and a little unreal.
But now that the man has been caught, he can continue to prepare for the party and hold it on time.
However, the plans of Robert Maxwell Media Company were somewhat disrupted by this group of people who were suddenly captured.
…
Feeling the bumps on the road, Allen asked Little Stone who was driving, "How is your media business going?"
"Well... Young Master... I haven't received any news yet. The people below are already investigating his children one by one. Should I urge them tomorrow morning?"
"I'll urge them when we get back! Now that we've captured them, it will be hard to explain if we delay for a few more days. Tell the people below that if his children don't cooperate, they should take action!"
"yes!"
…
Saturday, 8am.
Boss Cha opened his eyes drowsily and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Then he half sat up and leaned against the headboard, looking at the sunlight coming in from the window, slightly dazed.
This week he did not go to Karami's place, nor did he arrange any activities. Instead, he returned to Highgrove Manor. As the end of the year was approaching, his recent schedule was extremely busy. On weekends, he just wanted to be alone and have a good rest. To him, being able to sleep until eight in the morning... was considered sleeping in!
The servant on duty at the door heard the noise in the bedroom, poked his head in to take a look, then tiptoed to call for help.
…
"Your Highness, are you awake?"
"Um……"
After looking at Butler Capel who walked into the bedroom, Boss Cha nodded slightly but showed no intention of getting out of bed.
"Your Highness, Mr. Allen called in the early morning and it seems that he has caught the murderer."
"Um……"
"Um?"
Boss Cha blinked and suddenly realized, the murderer was caught? Allen caught him? It's only been a few days? So fast?
…
Facing Boss Cha's puzzled, puzzled, and curious gaze, Butler Capel continued to report: "Mr. Allen called at two o'clock in the morning. They caught someone in Pembrokeshire last night."
"last night?"
"Yes, you were resting at the time, and Mr. Allen specifically told me not to disturb you. He said he would come to report to you in person today."
"Oh...what time will he arrive?"
"He arrived at around six in the morning and is resting downstairs."
"Um?"
Boss Cha was confused again. Is this still the Alan he remembered who could sleep until ten o'clock?
When did this guy become so hardworking?
Did something happen?