British 1986

Daying's car is a right-hand drive car and has to drive on the left, but the old man stood on the roadside. The driver sat in the driver's seat and opened the window next to the passenger. The window was only half lowered. The old man looked at it with a look of joy. The driver raised his head and glanced at Annabelle in the back seat.

After taking a deep look at Annebell, the old man introduced himself: "Hello, I am Old John, a resident of Malmesbury Village next door. My sister will have her birthday next month, but she has been in poor health recently. I want passers-by to help me write some short sentences to bless her, and I can give her a hundred blessings before I send them to her. I’m sorry to disturb you. Can you write a small blessing for me?”

Seeing Annabel not talking and just watching TV, the old man was not angry, and his attitude became more humble and prayed: "My health is not good anymore, and I can't walk far, so I can only block the road here. People who passed by here recently There are fewer and fewer people, kindhearted people, can you please disturb you for a moment and do me a small favor, I love my sister very much."

The old man deliberately said that he was not in good health and could not walk far, trying to lower the vigilance of the people in the car. After all, in such a remote place, everyone would be more or less alert when a car is stopped on the roadside.

Then he emphasized that his sister was in poor health and needed to pray.

People in Daying sometimes believe in such nonsense. It is also very common to ask passers-by to write blessing words. He also specially emphasized that his sister is not in good health and he loves his sister very much. .

In this way, the image of a conscientious old brother is very three-dimensional.

Even the well-informed driver was frightened. He subconsciously felt sympathy and looked at the old man with white hair.

He must be at least sixty years old, and he cannot be seventy years old. For such an old gentleman to still love his sister so much, it is really touching that he cannot bear to refuse his request.

The driver turned his head slightly to look at Annabel, then begged: "Boss?"

"Open my car window."

Annabel nodded, raised her chin and gestured to the driver to open the window with a proud look on her face. He enjoyed the old man's humble and pleading attitude.

snort.

When my sister gets to that position in the future, she can also play like a noble. By then she will also be a noble, and more people will be humble to her. If you are happy today, please help this old man write a blessing to his sister. !

"呲"

As soon as the electric window was lowered to the bottom this time, the old driver was now completely unprepared for the old man outside, and even sympathized with him. If necessary, he was prepared to wait for the boss to finish writing a blessing and then help write one himself.

"What's your sister's name?"

Annabel still crossed her legs, without even looking at the old man, and asked him for his sister's name first.

"Thank you so much, ma'am, my sister."

The old man seemed to have forgotten something, smiled awkwardly at Annabel, turned back to his bicycle, and picked up his backpack.

The old-fashioned canvas backpack may have been washed too many times, and the canvas has become a little white, and even has frayed edges in some places.

The old man hung his backpack on his chest, took out a notebook and pen from the bag, handed them to Annabel through the car window and said, "My sister's name is Karami."

"Huh?"

When Annabell heard the name, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the old man. It was the same name as her sister. Is it such a coincidence?

Seeing the old man's humble expression and the honest smile on his face, Annabell happily took the notebook, flipped through the first few pages, and already wrote some blessings.

Turning to the last blank page, she thought for a while, wrote a line of words, and then handed the notebook back to the old man with a playful expression.

Old John watched the target in the car take the notebook, his eyes quickly scanned the furnishings in the car, and the door was locked. This was good.

The target had his legs crossed and a slight smile on his face. He was relaxed and unguarded, which was also good.

With the car window wide open, even if the person inside wants to close the window, it will take at least five seconds, five seconds.

Enough time!

After calculating the distance, the smile on Old John's face became more and more honest.

Watching Annabell hand back the notebook, Old John bent over and said thanks with a smile on his face.

"You are really kind-hearted people. The Queen will bless you. I. I have some specialties from home. Please be sure to accept them. This is a little bit of my appreciation."

Old John put his notebook in the backpack on his chest while murmuring compliments.

Although Annabel didn't care about any of his so-called specialties, she was in a good mood at the moment and was quite curious about what the old man wanted to give her.

Then

She saw the old man take out two hands from his backpack, with several things that looked like transparent plastic bags between his fingers.

There is a light yellow liquid inside, which is

Home-brewed beer in the countryside?

Annabell subconsciously sneered, looking at the countryman and the "beer" in his hand with some contempt.

After Old John took his hands out of the bag, he quickly threw two plastic bags into the car with his left hand first. The plastic bags hit Annabel and exploded. The liquid flowed everywhere. He was right-handed, and the plastic bags on his left hand were My strength was weak, so I only carried two bags of yellow liquid in my left hand. Each bag was only about one kilogram, not much.

He threw the two bags of liquid directly onto Annabelle who was sitting in the back seat of the car.

After freeing his left hand, Old John stepped forward quickly, pressed his left hand on the car window, and quickly threw three more bags of liquid towards the driver in front with his right hand. The bags were extremely fragile and would break if thrown on someone. The liquid spread everywhere in the car. All, a slightly pungent smell came out.

After throwing it away, Old John continued to take out two bags of liquid from the bag and threw them on Annabelle.

It all seemed long, but from the time he threw the first bag to the last time he took out the matches from his trouser pocket with his right hand, it took less than five seconds in total. When Old John took out the matches, Annabelle's scream had just started. !

Annabell stared blankly at her soaked clothes and her hair that was also wet. She just screamed subconsciously, and when her nose twitched, she smelled a familiar smell. This smell seemed to be-gasoline. ?

In the peripheral vision, she saw the humble old man just now, staring at her coldly. The old man held a matchbox in his hand. Without saying a word, before Annabell could scream for the second time, he took out the matchbox. Take out a match and light it

The match drew a graceful arc from the old man's hand and landed accurately on Annabel's thigh.

呲.

boom!

The fire suddenly came into view, and Annabell screamed and was swallowed up by the flames. She was covered in gasoline, and Old John threw five bags of it!

How much space does an ordinary car have inside?

In such a small space, six or seven kilograms of gasoline were thrown into it in a short period of time and then set on fire.

What is the effect?

There was a muffled sound inside the car, and the flames burned rapidly and broke through the window in an instant.

The entire car was on fire.

Old John subconsciously took a few steps back, coughed twice, and cursed in a low voice: "Fake. That's so fucking powerful."

Pushing his bicycle, Old John walked forward about ten meters, then stood on the side of the road and looked at the Rolls-Royce that seemed to have spontaneously ignited.

The burgundy Rolls-Royce had yellow flames coming out of the window, like a flaming chariot, and the thick black smoke added a bit of momentum to the flaming chariot.

As soon as the flames started to burn, the whole car shook violently twice, as if the people inside were pushing the door hard, but they had just locked the door with their own hands, and in desperation, they probably couldn't open it.

Half a minute later, the violently shaking car became quiet again.

Old John just watched quietly as the Rolls-Royce slowly burned from the inside out.

Although there are few people here, with such a big black smoke, it is estimated that someone will come this way soon.

but

Even though time was tight, Old John still stood and watched. He wanted to make sure that the target in the car was cleared!

Feeling a little bored, Old John picked up the notebook in his backpack and opened the last page, ready to see what the lady just wrote.

This is the task assigned by the young master himself, asking him to get a representative personal item from the other party.

What would Old John do with such a personal thing?

He couldn't just stop and rob someone, right?

Doing that would be too risky and prone to mistakes. It would be better to be like this now, when the other party is unprepared and can leave without suffering much pain. This is great.

And the short sentence written by the other party himself is also very meaningful, right? It should be considered a personal item, right? Those who know her well will definitely recognize her.

Opening the notebook, I saw the last page that read: "Karami, I wish you a speedy recovery, and I wish you can farm with peace of mind and be a good farmer."

"Farke!"

Even though Old John doesn't have a sister, he was a little angry when he saw this line of so-called short blessings. This kind of garbage woman never forgets to be sarcastic even when she writes short blessings for others. What does peace of mind mean? Farm the land and be a good farmer?

Does this look down on farming?

What are you!

Sure enough, the young master said that those who deserve to die deserve to die. It would be better for such a vicious woman to die early!

Five minutes later, a black van drove slowly from the direction behind Old John and stopped on the opposite side of the road. The window was lowered. The driver in the car was a big man with a sinister face. When he saw Old John, he subconsciously showed his kindness. A smile like that.

"Uncle John, how are you doing here?"

The big man pointed to the burnt black Les Les and continued: "Someone is already coming this way, shall we retreat?"

Without saying a word, Old John picked up the bicycle next to him with one hand, walked to the van on the other side of the road, stuffed the bicycle into the van, sat in the passenger seat, and glanced at Lao, who was almost burnt. Slys, there is no movement inside. In this case, even if Merlin comes inside, he will die!

"Let's go."

After Old John finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned on the seat to rest. The big man smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and the van catapulted away, carrying a wave of heat, and slowly walked away.

The "black" Rolls-Royce, billowing with black smoke, remained in place, leaving no information around it that might have been useful.

The only flaw is the plastic bag containing gasoline, but if it was burned by the fire, it would have been burned away. There are so many plastic parts in the car, who knows what a little scorch mark is?

London, around four o'clock in the afternoon, in Allen's small manor.

There were bursts of men's gasps and intermittent women's screams in the room.

Xiao Shitou looked around. Seeing his expression, the two servants on duty quickly looked away, not wanting to look at him.

After gritting his teeth, he received a call from his family. The young master demanded that he be notified as soon as the matter was done, no matter what he was doing!

Xiao Shitou didn't dare to disobey Allen's order. As soon as he received the call, he ran over to report the situation to the young master.

but.

It was broad daylight, the bedroom door was closed, but the young master hadn't come out yet.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Shitou bravely knocked on the bedroom door twice, and reported through the door very quickly: "Master, I called home. Old John has finished his work. You are the one who asked me to be the first." I’ll inform you when the time comes, and now that I’m done, I’m leaving!”

As soon as Xiao Shitou finished speaking, the male and female voices in the bedroom suddenly fell silent. After waiting for two or three seconds, another extremely high-pitched female scream sounded, and the scream was accompanied by a sentence in Arabic.

Xiao Shitou went there on a business trip last year. He could still understand this sentence. It seemed to mean begging for mercy?

The young master is so awesome!

"I understand! Dinner will be brought in later, go and prepare it first."

While Xiao Shitou was stunned, Allen's voice finally came out from the bedroom, and he confessed, and then

The screams and gasps continued simultaneously.

"Dang Cang."

Allen put the plate on the bedside table casually. He had lived a very comfortable life these two days, never leaving the door without leaving the door.

All the time was spent with the college girl who came all the way from the Arab region to work in Britain.

The little girl is alone and in a foreign country. As her boss, he, Mr. Allen, is not allowed to care about his employees?

For such employees, verbal care seems too perfunctory. Only by caring deeply about employees, getting along with them, and having an in-depth understanding can deepen the relationship between the boss and the employees.

Alan cared so deeply about his employees that he even forgot to eat.

Now I can only sit by the bed and have a hasty dinner.

He glanced at the torn stockings on the ground, then turned to look behind him.

Yasin Rania held a corner of the thin blanket with both hands and covered her mouth, leaving only her big eyes exposed.

The more Allen looked at her, the more interesting he felt that this little girl was.

They Arabs are very conservative, and women even more so.

Although Yassin Rania received a Western education, she was very conservative in many things.

Allen smashed his mouth, having some aftertaste.

What he likes most is the feeling of wanting to be rejected but being welcomed back, being wanted to be welcomed yet being rejected again.

How do you say that?

Yes. Pulling each other.

It’s this feeling of being very shy, very embarrassed, very reluctant to let go, but not too rejecting.

Tsk tsk tsk, that feeling.

The feeling of guilt is mixed with a little pleasure, and the pleasure is mixed with a little guilt. This kind of compound emotion is very intoxicating.

Allen has not experienced this novel experience for a long time, and now that he relaxes, he will inevitably feel a little indulgent.