Chapter 1281 Influence

Henry Zhang knew that Xiao Yunhai must have found the opponent's position, but the gap between his and Xiao Yunhai's kung fu was too far, and after running a few dozen meters forward, he could no longer see Xiao Yunhai's figure.

There was a thirty-six-storey building 400 meters away from the accident site. A white man in a black T-shirt and black pants rushed out with a bag on his back.

His expression was very solemn, and he ran very fast. After a while, he came to a white Bentley.

Just as he was about to open the door and go in, a playful voice suddenly stopped him.

"Do you think you can escape from me?"

The man's expression froze, and his right hand quickly took out a black pistol from his waist, without even looking at it, he shot it backwards.

After firing four shots in a row, no sound was heard, so he quickly turned around and looked back, and found that there was not even a ghost.

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly appeared on his right. Before he could react, the gun in his hand had disappeared and landed on the hand of a young man in front of him, with the muzzle facing him.

Needless to say, this young man was naturally Xiao Yunhai.

"Are you a killer of the underworld in London? It's very powerful. It's just that a bomb was installed on my car, but I'm still not at ease. After calculating my speed, ambushed here to snipe me. Hehe, tell me, who is it? let you come?"

The killer pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xiao Yunhai smiled, pulled the trigger of the pistol, and with a soft bang, it hit his thigh, and blood quickly flowed out.

The killer groaned, the bag in his hand fell to the ground, his right hand clutched his thigh, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

Xiao Yunhai shook his head and said, "You're quite a tough guy, but it's a pity that it fell into my hands. Even if you want to die, it's an extravagant hope."

After speaking, he swayed, came to the other side, tapped him on the neck, and the killer immediately fainted.

At this time, Henry Zhang ran over, saw Xiao Yunhai and the killer, and said, "Mr. Xiao, is this the sniper?"

Xiao Yunhai nodded and said with a smile: "Besides him, who else can be there? Lao Zhang, wrap him up, but don't let him bleed to death. Let the brothers find an RV, we won't go back to the hotel tonight,

Good interrogation of this guy right in the RV. "

Henry Zhang nodded and said, “Okay.”

An hour later, a white luxury RV came over and left with the three of Xiao Yunhai.

Xiao Yunhai's car exploded on the street, which naturally attracted the attention of the London police.

This is during the World Cup, not only many rich people, but also some politicians from various countries who like football specially come to watch the football.

Such a vicious bombing at such a time period is simply a declaration of war on the British government.

"Is it a terrorist attack?" London Police Chief William Leopold thought to himself.

The scene has been sealed off, and the police are looking for clues left behind by the explosion.

But because the bomb was so powerful, the whole car was almost smashed to pieces, so even the owner of the car was not found out.

There are no less than 200 reporters outside. 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 photographed by reporters and posted online.

"Damn it, what's the situation? It's terrifying to hold a World Cup and have an explosion."

"I don't know who is so unlucky. Looking at the condition of the car, the people inside must have been blown to pieces."

"At this point, the London government has been out of luck for eight lifetimes. When something goes wrong, it happens at this juncture. It's a loss of prestige."

"Shit, I have to call my parents and get them back from the UK as soon as possible. It's too unsafe there."

Posts like this are all over the internet, and the UK government has lost all face.

William Leopold received three consecutive calls from the city government, and even the Prime Minister and the Queen personally inquired about the matter, asking them to solve the case within 24 hours.

Just when he was having a headache, a piece of news made him even more struck by lightning.

"What did you just say? Whose car is this?" William Leopold asked again, unable to believe his ears.

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 and celebrated his victory in today's game. Then when he returned to the hotel, This happened."

"Are you sure it's his car?"

"I've checked three times and I'm 100% sure it's him."

William Leopold moved his lips twice, and there was no trace of blood on his face. After a while, he said: "Okay, I understand. This matter must be kept strictly confidential, and no one can spread it out, you know? "

After speaking, his body softened and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"It's over, it's over."

The world's richest man and international superstar Kung Fu Xiao was killed by a bomb on the street in London. Once the news spreads, the chaos that will be caused is beyond imagination by William Leopold.

The police officer next to him saw the chief collapsed on the ground, and quickly stepped forward and pulled him up.

William Leopold stabilized his mind and said, "You guys are all in good spirits. Check it out for me. You can't let go of all the clues. Maybe we'll all be finished. Do you hear?"

"heard it."

William Leopold pointed to the two police officers and asked them to stay, and ordered softly: "You guys quickly check the hotel where Kung Fu Xiao lives to see if Mr. Xiao has returned? This matter must be kept secret, I heard it. ?"

The two policemen were shocked, the sweat on their faces flowed down, and said, "Let's go right away."

The hotel is not far from the scene. In less than 20 minutes, one of the police officers called and said, "Director, Mr. Xiao is not at the hotel. However, the front desk staff said that Mr. Xiao's bodyguards all left an hour ago. So, I suspect that Mr. Xiao is not dead."

When William Leopold heard this, his face brightened, and he said, "Your judgment is very correct. If Mr. Xiao dies, his bodyguard will definitely go to the Huaxia Embassy or report the case to our police station as soon as possible. I feel very It may be that Mr. Xiao called them and asked them to go out and meet him. Before, Mr. Xiao once said on the TV that when he has practiced Chinese Kung Fu to the point where he can sense danger coming. I think he should be in Before the explosion, he jumped out of the car. If that's the case, that would be great. Please check it out for me, what did those bodyguards do after they left the hotel?"

"Yes, Chief."

At this moment, the reporters outside suddenly became noisy.

William Leopold faintly heard that they were saying the name of Kung Fu Xiao, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something has come out?

"I heard no, the car that exploded belonged to Mr. Xiao."

"No. According to you, Mr. Xiao was killed by bombing."

"The ** is not far from ten. I overheard it when a British reporter answered the phone."

"That's a big thing. Look, the people from the Huaxia football team are here. Damn, I have to quickly inform the newspaper that this car is probably Mr. Xiao's. Otherwise, what are the team members doing here?"

Reporters have always been chasing shadows, and they can tell you anything that doesn't exist, not to mention the shocking news that Xiao Yunhai's car is likely to be bombed.

Soon, photos and videos of the coaches and players of the Huaxia football team rushing out of the car spread all over the Internet.

"boom"

This news is much faster than the spread of the virus. It only took less than ten minutes for the whole world to know.

"The Emperor Yun will be killed by a bomb. Hehe, how is this possible?"

"Emperor Yun said he could sense danger, how could he die so easily."

"There is chaos abroad, and even bombs have been made. Who would dare to travel to London in the future. Emperor Yun will be fine. He is the number one kung fu master in China."

"I hope it's not Emperor Yun's car. Otherwise, I'll have to cry to death."

"God bless you, it must not be Emperor Yun."