British 1986

Allen twisted his neck, although it felt better to sit on the tank and he felt extremely safe.

But the comfort level of this thing is limited after all. Being able to sit for more than two hours is already his limit. Just now, Allen wanted to get off and change cars, but it was already tea time. He had not experienced the legendary I was having afternoon tea in the tank, just in time to experience it, and then change cars before going onto the bridge. Then by chance, I happened to see two traffic policemen standing on the roadside of the bridge taking a break.

He didn't want to show his face in front of others, so he simply asked Xiao Shitou to reward the two traffic policemen with the rest of his afternoon tea, which was considered a mercy from Master Allen.

It was swaying, and there was a lot of traffic on the bridge, but everyone in their convoy stayed away. The two-way four-lane bridge had sidewalks on both sides, and everyone around them cast strange looks at this weird convoy.

It wasn't until he got off the bridge that Allen took off his earmuffs and jumped out of the tank.

"hiss"

I rubbed my belly, and to be honest, the experience of riding in a tank was not very good.

Allen felt like his stomach was numb

Except for the belly, even the special parts have the feeling of riding a bicycle for a long time.

To put it bluntly, it’s just that my balls hurt. Well, it’s not painful, it’s just a little numb.

After the tank is replaced with rubber tracks, the feeling in the car after driving is always like going over a speed bump.

The two-hour speed bump experience was quite sour.

"Come on, give me a hand, I'm a little numb."

Allen pulled the small stone, stretched his legs, and moved step by step to his Bentley.

Returning to the soft seat, Allen sighed and slumped down on the seat. This is what it feels like to ride in a car. I will never take a tank on the road again. I will suffer!

When the convoy got back on the road, Allen picked up Xiao Huang who was sleeping in the back seat next to him.

Xiao Huang, this loser, was also brought out by him this time. He was going to London for several days this time. Allen was afraid that he would have nothing to do, so he took Xiao Huang with him to relieve his boredom.

Just now he was suffering in the tank, but this guy was sleeping in the back seat of the car.

The more Allen thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. He held Xiao Huang on his lap and rubbed its head hard, making Xiao Huang coo.

He left home after one o'clock in the afternoon, from Allen's house to the door of the small manor in London where his boss gave him a gift. The total distance was about 330 kilometers.

The usual four-hour drive took nearly seven hours this time.

All the way through the city, Allen only took the big roads, not the small roads at all!

From Newport, pass through Bristol, Swindon and Reading.

We replenished supplies twice on the way, and it was already dark at night before we arrived at the gate of our manor in London.

The first time he got home, Allen called the maid, took a nice bath to relieve his fatigue, and finally collapsed on the bed. He didn't want to do anything but sleep!

The next day. Maybe it was because he went to bed too early last night, but Allen got up early today.

The first thing he did after getting up was to arrange today's plan. While it was still early, the tanks would advance into the city at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. They would set off first. When they arrived at the door of Kalami's house, they would also have to wait for one or two. After an hour, they left first, then had breakfast by themselves, and walked one step behind. Then everyone would meet at the door of Kalami's house.

Read the newspaper while eating breakfast.

Today's newspaper was specially selected and delivered by the servant. Alan was very keen to see an extremely weird front page headline from a tabloid that did not sell particularly well.

"The Duchess of Alba of Cove"

It’s this very sensational title.

Allen raised his eyebrows. Why does this smell look familiar?

Hey. Isn't this the routine of the report that exposed the investigation of the boss's recording some time ago?

In this article, the deeds of the Duchess of Alba are introduced in a strange way.

As a well-known aristocrat in Europe and the top nobleman in Spain, the Duchess of Alba was known as the first socialite in Europe. After she succeeded to the throne, her fame and status became even higher.

This duchess also had a lot of fun. After her first husband died, she ignored the dissuasion of the Spanish king and found a handsome illegitimate boy from a very poor background to marry.

But the two have been married for more than ten years. Now her husband is seriously ill again, and it seems that he will only have a few more years to live.

This report is about her husband.

This kind of thing is still very popular in Europe, especially in aristocratic circles, and is very metaphysical.

And there is no way to come up with something that can be proven to have a miraculous effect on tarnishing a person's reputation.

As long as she is given the name of Croft, the Grand Duchess will inevitably be secretly laughed at wherever she goes in the future.

Yesterday's newspaper was still reporting that Karami was publicly humiliated as a peasant woman by the Grand Duchess. Today's tabloid revealed the "black history" of the Grand Duchess of Alba.

Are there such coincidences in the world?

Allen squinted his eyes, held the newspaper in one hand, picked up a piece of beef with the other, and threw it to Xiao Huang who was making a fuss at his feet.

Ah.

It’s Karami again. He’s very resourceful and very courageous. He even dares to cheat the Grand Duchess. He’s really not ruthless and can’t stand firm.

For this kind of person, Allen further deepened his vigilance against her. No matter whether there was a team behind her or not, if she counterattacked at her speed, Allen would have to deal with her!

She hasn't reached a position yet, and she is acting so unscrupulously. If she becomes a position in the future, will this be okay?

By then, will she not be able to go to heaven? !

snort.

Karami's residence is not in a wealthy area in the city center.

The housing prices there were too expensive, and no one would sell the big houses owned by rich people. As for the small houses, she felt that they were not worthy of her status, and she did not want to live in them.

In the end, we chose a small high-end wealthy community on the boundary between the city and the suburbs.

There is also a shopping street not far away. Compared with London, the flow of people here is slightly less.

early in the morning

This is the time when the flow of people is slightly larger.

A green tank rumbled towards the door of a villa. Some people who were looking at it with their mouths open opened their mouths and looked at this extremely unexpected tank. They couldn't figure out what it wanted to do.

Some people have already begun to call the media to sell news.

There is new news in London every day, and competition among various media is very fierce. Regardless of the size of the news, as long as you provide clues, once confirmed, the clue provider will be rewarded with at least dozens of pounds!

Cross the sidewalk, cross the lawn, and drive to the door of the villa.

The tank tracks turned the carefully manicured lawn at the entrance of the villa into a mess. The lawn was completely torn, and the soil underneath was exposed. The two wide track marks were extremely eye-catching.

People in the villa also heard such a loud noise. An old man who looked like a butler walked to the gate with a gloomy face and looked at the seemingly hostile tank parked at his door.

"What's the matter with you guys?"

The old man looked at the few big men who got out of the car. He was about to scold him a few words, but he didn't dare to say it. His old arms and legs were not as experienced as such a rough man!

"Is this the home of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles?"

The big man at the head was holding a letter, looking at the envelope and reading his name word by word.

"What do you want from my master?"

The old man's words were a disguised admission.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that I am the messenger? Ask your master to come out and receive the letter!"

The big man stared at the old man who was poking his nose and face, shook the envelope in his hand at him, and scolded him.

The old man subconsciously shrank his neck when he was scolded by this big man and did not dare to talk back.

The other party looks like this, driving a tank and looking menacing. Do you think you are here to deliver a message?

London's post office now uses tanks to deliver letters?

"Wait a moment, I'll report it."

The old man's face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to take the letter first.

The strong man retracted his arm, avoided the old man's hand, and said with disgust in his eyes: "Don't you understand me? Ask your master to come out and receive it in person. This kind of letter is not something someone like you is qualified to receive. Get out of here!" "

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The old man's face twitched, the other party was so arrogant, he didn't even have the qualifications to connect to a letter!

This is so insulting!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The old man laughed angrily, turned around and went back.

"Ricardo? What happened outside? Why did I hear the noise?"

The old man returned to the villa and walked a few steps around to the restaurant.

On a large dining table, a man and a woman were sitting opposite each other eating breakfast. The blond-haired hostess asked questions slowly. Her speaking speed was a bit weird, one level slower than normal people. In addition, her voice was very loud. Softly, this way, she will give people a very charming feeling when she speaks.

To put it bluntly, it's very sexy.

"Madam.. Someone outside came to deliver a letter to Sir, and the other party asked Sir to go out and get it in person."

The old man named Ricardo bent down to reply, as if he was afraid of the mistress. As for the male master of the house, he didn't even look at it. It seemed that in his eyes, the lady was the head of the family.

"Oh? What a big arrogance. Didn't the other party say who it was?"

"Madam, the other party didn't say anything. I originally wanted to accept the letter, but the other party said that I was not qualified to accept the letter."

"Oh Andrew, you are asked to pick up the letter, so go ahead."

After Ricardo reported the situation, the woman who was eating put down her fork, knocked on the table with her right hand, and gave instructions directly to Andrew who was sitting opposite her and eating.

"Huh? I will go if they ask me to go?"

Andrew put down his fork and hummed softly.

"Mr. the other party"

Ricardo looked around hesitantly, and finally turned his attention to Madam and said: "Madam, the other party drove a tank to deliver the letter. Their tank was parked on the lawn in front of their home, and the lawn was covered with water. They crushed it.”

"???"

As soon as Ricardo finished speaking, the lady who looked unconcerned just now suddenly raised her head, her face a little stiff.

"Driving a tank to deliver a letter? A letter to Andrew?"

What kind of trick is this?

Being accustomed to playing dirty tricks, this lady was a little confused when she encountered something like this for the first time today.

"Andrew, go and see what's going on. He dared to damage my lawn. Do they know whose place this is and whose house this is?"

The blonde lady didn't think much, her voice suddenly rose in pitch, and she directed Andrew to go and see what was going on.

"Okay, okay. Don't be angry, I'm going, I'm going."

Andrew had two big bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up. When he saw his wife getting angry, he quickly stood up and comforted her.

"呲"

Allen pressed down the electric window and the glass lowered halfway.

Then he took out a small round red box about the size of a Bluetooth headset box from his pocket.

Opening the small box, there was a red roll inside that looked like a tape measure.

Without starting from the beginning, Allen directly took this tape measure-like thing, put it flat to his mouth, bit off a third of it, stuffed the rest back into the box, and picked up the telescope from the side. Prepare to eat melon on the spot.

The contents of this box are bubble gum that has only recently been produced by the family's food factory.

This packaging is similar to the large rolls of bubble gum rolled into strips that will become very popular in China in the future.

Allen was used to the refreshing feeling of eating half of it in one bite.

No one stipulates that to eat this kind of bubble gum, you have to pinch it one at a time, right?

Just after breakfast, Allen was in the car and asked Xiao Shitou to park the car diagonally opposite the door of Kalami's house, which was only twenty or thirty meters away from her door.

He wants to eat melon on the spot.

As for delivering letters?

The letter must be delivered by his subordinates. Does it mean that Mr. Allen has to deliver the letter himself?

While chewing bubble gum, Allen held a telescope and looked at a middle-aged man in pajamas walking out of the villa.

The bags under his eyes are huge, a bit like a certain star from Real Madrid who wanted to die in the future. His name seems to be Ozil, right?

Anyway, he looks very similar to him, looking exhausted, suffering from chronic insomnia, and a street kid.

It looks just too wilted, not like a good thing.

Based on the information I have read, I think this must be Andrew, that husband!

Ha. It is indeed a Turtle Man, who looks like the Turtle Prime Minister. From now on, I will give him a big turtle shell, just like the Turtle Immortal, and let him carry it on his back.

Andrew came to the gate and saw the green tank and the small flag on the tank at a glance.

He is very familiar with Boss Cha!

Of course he is also familiar with checking the boss's prince badge.

Andrew subconsciously thought that Boss Cha had sent someone to deliver a letter to him, which frightened him. No wonder the messenger said that his butler was not qualified to accept the letter. Is the Crown Prince's letter something that you, an ordinary civilian butler, can accept?

After jogging for two steps, Andrew Weiwei bent down and said to please: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. I am Andrew. Are you here to deliver the message for His Highness?"

"Are you Andrew?"

The leading man took out the photos from his pocket and compared them. Why did this man look uglier than in the photos? He looked like he was about to die.

He handed the letter to Andrew with an unlucky look and said, "This is a letter from my master to you. Open it and read it."

Andrew no longer cares about the bad attitude of the messenger. Being able to follow the prince's men gives him a superior qualification!

but

After receiving the envelope, Andrew was still smiling. When he saw the freshly remembered family crest on the envelope, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He is also familiar with this badge!

People who used to use this badge would chase him and beat him on the polo field.

The man's strong physique and fiery personality left a deep impression on him at that time, but he was an earl and he didn't dare to complain if he beat him.

But isn’t that person dead?

Why did I receive a letter with this kind of badge again today?

Andrew's hand holding the letter shook subconsciously. He was really scared!

What kind of supernatural event is this?