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Chapter 1885 The Wrath of the Baron

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    Lin Rui and others have no problem, but Gunpao, Sergey and others who disguised themselves as SAPF special operations team have encountered a big problem.  Their car has been located and tracked, the whole city is searching for them, and guns have been shown in front of Octopus and others.

    Cobain called them on the wireless communication channel, "Guns, you have been surrounded. It is almost impossible to escape now. Several road sections around you have been completely blocked. They are looking for your car. You must abandon the car now.  get away!"

    "Abandon the car, how do we abandon the car?" Gungun shouted into the radio.

    "Turn into the next intersection, there is a garage there. Aladdin's people are waiting for you there. This is a temporary emergency plan arranged by Crystal. There is no choice, we can only believe them now. Boss and the others have changed their clothes and gone again  International Convention Center. There won't be any big problems there for a while. But you have to get out as soon as possible." Cobain said anxiously.

    "I understand." Gunpao gritted his teeth and turned to Sergey, "Go to the next intersection and someone will pick us up."

    "Sit tight and let's go!" Sergey shouted loudly.  Their car disappeared into a small corner garage.

    The entire area is cordoned off and the area is still growing.  A large number of South African military police officers have begun searching block by block.  But these suspected attackers seemed to have completely disappeared.

    Because Lin Rui and others are currently at the International Convention Center, doing interviews and taking selfies.  After Guangpao and others drove the car into a garage, they were immediately arrested.

    Crystal led a group of South African police officers and surrounded them.

    "What's going on?" Gunpao frowned, "Aren't you here to pick us up?"

    "That's the call," a black police officer replied, "You were all arrested for fighting over a girl in a bar. At least dozens of people saw you break another man's head.  So several of you were arrested last night and detained at the local police station. You are still hungover."

    "Your arrest yesterday is the key. There will be a lot of evidence and witnesses to prove that you were locked up in the Durban police station yesterday and have not been released yet. If everything goes well, you will be released tomorrow afternoon." Crystal.  Slowly.

    "Perfect alibi. Who would doubt the South African police?" Sergey nodded.  "Did you come up with this?"

    "I have already said that I will be a very good team organizer, especially good at aftermath work." Crystal shrugged.  "Come on, you're all under arrest."

    "God, I have never been arrested so willingly. But what about this car?" Sergey frowned.

    Crystal replied, "Our people will handle everything. The body and engine will be completely disassembled, polished, and renumbered. It will be assembled into a second-hand car. This car will never be found in the world again."

    "You're really undermining your talents by working with us. You should go to an intelligence agency like Mossad." Gunpao shook his head.

    "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm not interested in being an agent. I come from a criminal family." Crystal shrugged.

    Neither the South African military police nor Octopus's personal bodyguard could prevent the assassination.  Several warlords attending the meeting had already become a quarrel, accusing each other of directing the assassination.  Bagnell, the head of the Cannon Republic, said on the spot that there would be no further negotiations until this matter was resolved.  Andrew, the great warlord who has always been known as the hyena, expressed concerns about his safety and that he must return to the country immediately.

    They don¡¯t have much trust in the secret society to begin with, and with the joint statement issued this time, forming a federal government is not their true wish.  The original interest disputes between several people became secondary at this time. They were more worried about their own lives.  Everyone feels that there is no need to stay here.  It's most reliable to return to your own territory.

    The assassinated General Fisher¡¯s subordinates were even more excited and severely accused this of being a huge conspiracy against the Republic of Anmore and a deliberate murder.

    The idea of ??these warlords is very simple and practical: Go back to my territory, I have someone with a gun!  I stamp my feet and the ground trembles. Who dares to do anything to me?

    This meeting, which was supposed to pass smoothly, collapsed amid doubts and accusations.  Representatives from the four countries launched the meeting one after another.  The secret society's original plan to use the power of these warlords to establish a federal state in a high-profile manner was completely defeated by the selfishness and doubts of these warlords.  The four-nation meeting, which could affect the regional situation, came to an end before it even started due to an assassination.

    When the Red Baron learned the news, he was furious and overturned the table in the beach house on the spot.  "What a fucking idiot!"

      "Baron, don't get excited yet." Conan whispered beside him, "No one expected that things would turn out like this."

    "Not excited? Tell me how can I not be excited?!" Red Baron said bitterly, "We have spent so much effort and money, is it just to support a few small warlords? Let them control their own territory  Are you trying to be arrogant? Damn it! Check it out! Check it out for me right away. I want to know who did this?!"

    Conan looked embarrassed, "Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that other countries were worried about the alliance of the four countries, so they sent mercenaries. Of course, it is not ruled out that it is other forces within these countries. After all, the alliance of the four countries will  It will harm the interests of many people. Even the warlords themselves are not optimistic about this plan."

    "I can't control that much. If I find the person who did it, I want to know who did it." The Red Baron said sternly.

    "Okay, I'll go right away!" Auctioneer Conan nodded.

    "No need to go to such trouble." A handsome young man came in from outside, looked at Conan and smiled, "Mr. Conan, please sit down. Oh, of course, there is also the Baron." He nodded respectfully.

    "Strategist Marklovsky?" The Red Baron looked at him and sneered, "You came at the right time. Why are you here to see a joke this time?"

    "Baron, you misunderstood. I came to see you immediately after hearing the news because I got some relevant information." Maklovsky replied.

    "Tell me something useful, I'm not interested in irrelevant information!" the Red Baron said coldly.

    Makrovsky nodded, "If it's irrelevant information, I won't say it. This mission was carried out by Black Island Military Company. We didn't find any clues in the surveillance video at the scene, but this itself is a clue.  . Because someone intruded through the network and deleted certain key videos. As far as I know, this is the usual method used by Black Island Military Company when engaging in secret missions."

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