Chapter 1281: influences

Zhang Xuanhai knew that Xiao Yunhai must have found the position of the other party, but the gap between him and Xiao Yunhai's kung fu was too far. After tens of meters, he could no longer see Xiao Yunhai's figure.
　　
　　 There is a 36-story building 400 meters away from the accident site. A white man wearing a black T-shirt and black pants carried a bag and rushed out of it.
　　
　　 His expression was very solemn, and he ran very fast. After a while, he came to a white Bentley.
　　
　　 was about to open the door to enter when suddenly a playful voice made him stop.
　　
　　 "Do you think you can escape from me?"
　　
　　 The man's expression froze, his right hand quickly pulled out a black pistol from his waist, and without looking at it, he shot it back.
　　
　　After firing four shots in a row, he heard no sound, so he quickly turned around and looked back and found that there was not even a ghost.
　　
　　 Suddenly, there was a gust of wind to his right. Before he could react, the gun in his hand had disappeared, and it fell into the hand of a young man in front of him, with the muzzle facing him.
　　
　　 Needless to say, this young man is naturally Xiao Yunhai.
　　
"Are you the killer of the London underworld? It's amazing. Just install a bomb in my car, but I don't worry about it. After calculating my speed, I am here to ambush and sniper me. Hehe, let's talk, who is it? Did you come?"
　　
　　The killer pursed his lips and said nothing.
　　
　　 Xiao Yunhai smiled and squeezed the trigger of the pistol. With a soft "bang", it hit his thigh, and blood quickly flowed out.
　　
　　 The killer snorted, the bag in his hand fell to the ground, his right hand was covering his thigh, and he gritted his teeth, still saying nothing.
　　
　　 Xiao Yunhai shook his head, and said, "You guy is quite tough, but it's a pity that it falls into my hands. Even if you want to die, it is a luxury."
　　
　　 After finishing speaking, he shook his body and approached the opponent, tapped him on the neck, and the killer fainted immediately.
　　
　　At this time, Zhang Xuanhai ran over, saw Xiao Yunhai and the assassin, and said, "Mr. Xiao, is this the sniper?"
　　
Xiao Yunhai nodded and said with a smile: "There is anyone else besides him. Lao Zhang, bandage him, don't let him bleed and die. Let the brothers find an RV. Let's not go back to the hotel tonight. Interrogate this guy in the RV."
　　
　　 Zhang Xuanhai nodded and said, "Okay."
　　
　　 An hour later, a white luxury motorhome drove over and left with Xiao Yunhai and the three of them.
　　
　　 Xiao Yunhai's car exploded in the street, which naturally attracted the attention of the London police.
　　
　　 During the World Cup, there were not only a lot of rich people, but also some politicians from various countries who like to watch football.
　　
　　 Such a vicious explosion happened during such a period of time. It is simply a declaration of war on the British government.
　　
　　 "Is it a terrorist attack?" The Chief of the London Police Department William Leopold asked inwardly.
　　
　　 The scene has been completely sealed off, and the criminal police are blasting for clues left over.
　　
　　 But because the bomb was so powerful, the entire car was almost torn to pieces, so even the owner of the car did not find out.
　　
　　 There have been no less than two hundred reporters here long ago. They were originally covering the World Cup. Now that such a big thing has happened, of course they will not let it go.
　　
　　In just ten minutes, the situation on the street was filmed by reporters and posted online.
　　
　　 "Damn, what's the situation. There was an explosion in a World Cup. It was terrible."
　　
　　 "I don't know who is so unlucky, depending on the condition of the car, the people inside must have been blown to pieces."
　　
　　 "At this moment, the London government has been ruined for eight lifetimes. When something is wrong, it happens at this juncture, it is a loss of prestige."
　　
　　 "Damn, I have to call my parents quickly and get them back from the UK. It's too unsafe there."
　　
　　 There are such posts everywhere on the Internet, and the British government has lost its face.
　　
　　 William Leopold received three consecutive calls from the city government, and even the Prime Minister and the Queen personally asked about this matter and demanded that the case be solved within 24 hours.
　　
　　 Just as he felt a headache, a news made him feel like a lightning strike.
　　
　　 "What did you just say? Who owns this car?" William Leopold couldn't believe his ears and asked again.
　　
The police officer on the opposite side was about to cry and said, "Director, that is the car of Mr. Xiao, the richest man in the world. He had a meal with his teammates tonight to celebrate his victory in today's game. Then when he returned to the hotel, This happened."
　　
　　 "Are you sure it is his car?"
　　
　　 "I have checked three times, and I can be 100% sure that it is him."
　　
William Leopold moved his lips twice, and there was no trace of blood on his face. After a while, he said, "Okay, I know. This matter must be kept strictly confidential, no one can tell it, you know? "
　　
　　 After finishing speaking, he softened and sat on the ground.
　　
　　 "It's over, it's over."
　　
　　The world’s richest man and international superstar Kung Fu Xiao was bombed to death in the streets of London. Once the news came out, it would cause much trouble, William Leopold could hardly imagine.
　　
The police officer next to 　　 saw the chief slumped to the ground, and quickly stepped forward to pull him up.
　　
　　William Leopold settled his mind and said, "You all have a bit of energy. Check me out. I can't let go of all the clues. Maybe we'll all be over. Did you hear that?"
　　
"heard it."
　　
William Leopold pointed to the two police officers, asked them to stay, and whispered: "You quickly go to the hotel where Kung Fu Xiao lives and check once to see if Mr. Xiao has returned? This matter must be kept secret, I heard. ?"
　　
　　 The two policemen shook their bodies, and the sweat on their faces ran down and said, "We will go right away."
　　
The hotel is not far away from the scene. In less than 20 minutes, one of the police officers called and said, "Director, Mr. Xiao is not in the hotel. However, the front desk staff said that all of Mr. Xiao’s bodyguards left an hour ago. So, I suspect that Mr. Xiao is not dead."
　　
When William Leopold heard this, his face was happy, and he said: "You are very correct. If Mr. Xiao dies, his bodyguard will definitely find the Chinese Embassy or report to our police station as soon as possible. I think it is very It is possible that Mr. Xiao called them and asked them to go out and join him. Before, Mr. Xiao had said on the TV station that Chinese Kungfu was trained to his level and he could sense danger. I think he should be there. Before the explosion, he jumped out of the car. If so, that would be great. You can check it out for me. What did the group of bodyguards do after they walked out of the hotel?"
　　
　　 "Yes, Director."
　　
　　 At this moment, the reporters outside were suddenly noisy.
　　
　　William Leopold faintly heard them talking about the name of Kung Fu Xiao, and he shook his heart. Could it be that something came out?
　　
　　 "I heard no, the car that exploded was Mr. Xiao's."
　　
　　 "No way. According to you, Mr. Xiao was bombed to death."
　　
　　 "Follow ten. I overheard it when a British reporter answered the phone."
　　
　　 "That's a big deal. Look, people from the China Football Team are here. I rely on, I have to quickly inform the newspaper that this car is probably Mr. Xiao's. Otherwise, what are the people from the team doing."
　　
　　 The reporter has always been chasing after the wind~EbookFREE.me~ nothing can do things for you, not to mention the shocking news that Xiao Yunhai’s car is likely to be bombed.
　　
　　 Soon, the photos and videos of the coaches and players of the China Football Team getting off the car in a hurry were spread across the Internet.
　　
　　"Boom"
　　
　　 This news is much faster than the spread of the virus. It took less than ten minutes for the whole world to know.
　　
　　 "The Emperor Yun will be killed by a bomb. Haha, how is this possible?"
　　
　　 "The Emperor Yun said that he could foresee danger, how could he die so easily."
　　
　　 "Foreign country is chaos, even the bombs are out, who would dare to travel to London in the future. There will be nothing wrong with Emperor Yun, he is China's top kung fu master."
　　
　　 "I hope it is not Yunhuang's car. Otherwise, I must cry to death."
　　
　　 "God bless, it must not be Yunhuang."