Wu Ma and Mrs. Nangong and others returned to Nangong Manor one after another. Although they did not suffer any physical harm, their expressions were quite depressed and haggard. There was no doubt that they had suffered inhumane mental destruction from the police these days, and some even fainted on the ground as soon as they arrived home.

Nangong Yue handled the matter calmly, comforted the innocent relatives and friends for a few words and asked the doctor to treat them. Then he counted the number of people one by one. In addition to the spear that had died and was left in the dissection room, Nangong Yue found that there was one missing person, that was his daughter Nangong Ning.

"What's going on?"

Nangong Yue looked at Jameson who was accompanying him: "Are you playing with me? Where is my daughter?"

"Mr. Nangong, you are so serious."

Jameson smiled naturally, took the topic and replied: "We took the gold and released all the people. There were a lot of people we captured from Nangong Manor, except for the dead spears. As for your daughter, we don't know, we have never touched him."

Nangong Yue's eyes were gathered: "Will I believe it?"

Jameson shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and looked innocent and said, "Believe it or not, it's your business, but the police have never arrested Nangong Ning. Mr. Nangong is rich and can dig out those batches of ** investigations. Maybe they are from the Lucy family."

"In order to revenge Luciano's death, I pretended to be a snatcher."

He looked at Nangong Yue with a solemn face and replied word by word: "Maybe this is a mafia provoking discord. Of course, our police also have the responsibility to let the mafia sneak in and pretend to be us kidnapped Miss Nangong, so we will help find it."

"Please rest assured Mr. Nangong, the results will be available in at most three to five days."

Nangong Yue sneered and said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Jameson, you are really sinister. You actually played this for me! You know whether Ning'er was caught. I didn't waste too much time and energy. I think she is dead! I think Ning'er is dead! Save guests!"

When Nangong Ning died?

Jameson's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect Nangong Yue to say such words, and he shouted out with a ruthless face with a face of iron and blood, without any thought of rescue or begging! Jameson seemed to have captured a dangerous aura, but he was driven out by Nangong's guards if he wanted to say something.

After ** left, Nangong Yue picked up the phone: "Kill!"

On the night when Nangong Yue decided to take revenge, Jameson, who had been working hard for a day, pushed open the thick security door. Before he could hear the laughter of his family and children, he pressed two daggers against his neck. Jameson's body suddenly stiffened. He realized at the first time that something happened to his family!

Then he saw a dagger, pointing dazzlingly at his eyes.

"Who are you? How did you find this safe house?"

"Did Nangong Yue send you here?"

Jameson showed anger on his face, and he clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "This damn guy! He actually played such a sinister trick. If you have the ability, you will kill me! I can guarantee that the British government will shovel the Nangong family into flat ground and dare to kill the ** director of the British Empire, hum,"

Before he finished humming, he was smashed to the ground.

Then a broken sword crossed in front of him: "I want to talk to you."

"No, it's your wife and children who have the lives of you to talk to you. Let's make a deal."

trade?

Jameson was shocked when he heard this and looked up at the murderous man in front of him.

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Nangong Yue's reaction was probably not expected. Not only did he not accept that Nangong Ning was kidnapped by the Luxi family, he also did not plead with mercy at Jameson. Of course, he did not go to the ** bureau to spend money on the murderer. He did not care about Nangong Ning's safety at all and directly retaliated against the police.

For a time, violence on the streets of London increased in vain.

There are frequent murders on the street. Any relatives of the police or merchants or gangs with good cooperative relationships with them are beginning to be cleaned up like wolves and tigers. Nangong Yue seems to have figured out their details long ago, so now he fights back and is well aware of the way of stability, accuracy and ruthlessness.

The battle escalates quickly!

There were assassinations that made people feel cold and cold in the dark alleys or on the streets of London. On the way home, two Jameson confidants were blocked by more than a dozen people, one after another, and they slashed their hands and feet, all of which scared their family to the point of being mentally ill.

A police officer involved was ambushed while having fun in a nightclub. Two iron drills passed through his ribs indifferently, nailing him to the wall like a pig. The blood flowed all night before he died in pain. The rumored struggle on his face was enough to make everyone who saw him tremble.

Even James was attacked twice. Once, a half-meter-high ceramic huā bottle was directly smashed into his car. It was no less than a small bomb. He almost destroyed him and his car on the road. Once, the brake was tampered with someone, which made him knock more than ten cars before he survived.

Faced with this brutal revenge, the police began to crack down on it at this time.

While investigating the casualties and injured police officers, they looked for various excuses to suppress Nangong Industry. They also issued a ban on Nangong Yue, prohibiting him from leaving London. At the same time, they launched a large-scale search like a sudden attack, arresting people everywhere with the guiding idea of ​​"I would rather arrest them by mistake than let them go".

But all the crimes cannot be involved in Nangong Yue. The old guy is like a bystander, watching the contest happen quietly, not touching anything, and not letting the crimes hold him up. This makes Jameson very unwilling and angry, but there is no evidence and he is unwilling to touch him.

Because the police are really afraid that he will spend 700 million, London will be in chaos.

"Mr. Nangong, don't go too far."

Jameson led dozens of police officers to stand at the gate of Nangong, pointing at the silent Nangong Yue and shouting: "I advise you to stop! Don't think that too much money is great. If you really make me angry, I will just flatten your Nangong family regardless of the evidence or impact."

Nangong Yue was very calm: "Where is Ning'er?"

"I have told you that we really didn't capture Nangong Ning."

Jameson looked helpless and angry, stared at Nangong Yue and shouted in a deep voice: "This is done by the mafia, this is the Luci family's sow discord. Why don't you believe it? If we really caught your daughter, we would have sent her back to you long ago, and we will fight you to the death?"

"see a visitor out!"

Nangong Yue gave the order without hesitation, then turned around and stepped into Nangong Manor. Jameson looked at his back and sneered, his fists tightened slightly to relieve his anger. If it weren't for the fact that killing Nangong Yue would have caused the entire London and even Britain to fall into turmoil, he really wanted to blow up his head.

In addition to showing bloody force these days, Nangong Yue also intentionally or unintentionally activated the black gold network, which directly or indirectly affected many industries in the UK. Even yesterday, eighty supermarkets closed inexplicably, and two thousand taxis were resting together, which almost caused the police station phone number to be blown up.

Jameson knew in his heart that this was a small demonstration in Nangong Yue. If he hadn't wanted to tear his last face, Jameson had no doubt that the whole UK would not be able to drink a sip of hot water because of Nangong Yue. The Nangong network dug out was just the tip of the iceberg, and no one knew the specific strength.

"Prince, Nangong Yue is not easy to deal with."

Jameson complained to Prince George in the royal family that he didn't know what Nangong Yue would play next, but he believed that the scale and means would not be smaller than last time. He couldn't help but feel safe: "Or why don't you send Nangong Ning back! Otherwise, Nangong Yue would really do crazy things."

"I'm afraid that the one who smashed us was not a bottle, but a bomb."

Prince George didn't expect Nangong Yue to be overbearing, but he didn't expect that he did things regardless of Nangong Ning's safety, and he didn't expect that he had the capital to compete with the police. He now believed that Chu Tian was the backing of the Nangong family, so he thought for a while and said, "Okay! Return the person to him."

"Jameson, tell Nangong Yue that Nangong Ning will go home tomorrow night."

Jameson nodded slightly, let out a long breath of relief, and the return of Nan Gong Ning could calm the matter. Although many police officers died suddenly made him feel depressed, it was still inferior to his own life. However, when he was about to nod, Prince George added coldly: "Not only Nan Gong Ning went home, but Nan Gong Yue also, go home."

Then he took out the phone and muttered a few words gently. Jameson was shocked. Then he understood what Prince George was going to do, so he frowned and said, "Prince, will this be a little radical? After all, Nangong Yue's weight should not be underestimated."

"Once things fail, we may be retaliated ten times."

He exhaled: "We might as well boil the frogs in warm water."

"There must be used for the chaotic times!"

Prince George waved his hand: "Only in this way can he force Chu Tian out."

After leaving Buckingham Palace, Jameson asked his confidant to drive to the ** Bureau, and at the same time he also made a compromise call to Nangong Yue, informing him that Nangong Ning would be sent back to Nangong Manor tomorrow night! After making this call, the convoy had already driven four or five kilometers and slowly entered the densely populated street.

When passing a trash can, he threw a ball of waste paper in.

I didn't pay attention to this action! No one cared about this action, but fifteen minutes later, the ball of waste paper appeared in an apartment intact. A middle-aged man picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then spoke to a companion next to him: "Call the other six wolves, tomorrow night, do it."

At this time, Jameson was staring at a brand new bank card in a daze.


Chapter completed!