British 1986

Allen looked at the back of Prince Hussein in the distance and smiled. He took a plate and took a bite of the cake they had just cut by hand. Who invented this thing? They had to have such a big cake when they got married. cut with saber

The key is that it's not delicious. It's too sweet. Allen doesn't like it. He only likes light cream and doesn't like the sweetness that's too strong.

It was this cream color that reminded him of last night's cream. It was also so thick. Hey, he couldn't even think about it. It was a bit disgusting.

Prince Hussein chose to get married on the 10th, which was a busy time, but the timing was chosen very cleverly.

Because the 10th is Jordan's Army Day, on this day, the old king is also very busy. He has to attend his son's wedding in the morning, inspect the army in the afternoon, and receive guests at the palace in the evening.

I am so busy that my feet are not even touching the ground.

He has been here for a few days, and this is the first time Allen has met the old king.

They look a bit similar to Prince Hussein, except that the old king has a stronger Arab flavor. Prince Hussein’s mother is British and the second wife of the old king, but Hussein is The eldest son of the old king, among all the children of the old king, he is the oldest and the toughest.

He is now in charge of the army. Even if the old king encounters something, he has to ask his eldest son.

"Your Excellency Allen, welcome to Jordan as a guest. Thank you for your hard work. Today is really busy. This is my brother Hassan."

The old king and Allen hugged each other for a while, then turned around and began to introduce the people following him. He was a very Westernized, middle-aged and elderly man wearing a dark suit, with a somewhat bald head, and his hair was half white.

"Hello, Crown Prince Hassan."

Allen nodded, and shook hands with the old king's brother, the current Crown Prince of Jordan, Hassan, a little painfully.

Although the dress of the Jordanian royal family is different from that of other surrounding Arab royal families, the order of succession to the throne is still very similar. After brother dies, brother dies, and when there is no successor, it is the turn of the next generation.

The current crown prince has become the younger brother of the old king.

This is also the most troublesome thing for Prince Hussein. He has soldiers, connections, and abilities, but the throne is only his business in theory. If he wants to ascend to the throne, he has to endure the death of his uncle.

If this were normal, he would have to wait at least a few decades if he wanted to ascend to the throne. Allen observed Prince Hassan's mental state and found that he could live for another twenty years at least.

"This is my youngest son, Hamza."

After introducing his younger brother, the old king pushed a child who looked to be only five or six years old in front of Allen with some deep meaning and introduced him specially.

Allen squinted his eyes, lowered his head and shook the little kid's extended hand.

On this occasion, I specially introduced this person to him. This is something!

"I heard that Sir Allen served as the guardian of the two princes when he was in Great Britain. I myself also studied in Great Britain when I was young. I wonder if I can ask you, when Hamza goes to study in Great Britain, Your Excellency, please take care of me a little, you know, my body can't last a few more years."

"Oh? You are joking, your body"

Allen did not speak, but looked up and down at the old king in front of him. Logically speaking, he was not too old, he seemed to be in his sixties.

If you were placed in an ordinary family at this age, you might be considered old, but if you were placed in a wealthy class like them, you would have just reached middle age.

Allen vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have died of illness, but he forgot what the illness was. The world is so big, how could he have the time to remember this.

"Hassan, go ahead and entertain the guests for me."

The old king sent away his younger brother, leaving only his youngest son beside him. He pulled Allen to stand aside, pointed to his belly and whispered: "Your Excellency, you may not have paid attention to our news. I have cancer and it can’t be cured. Doctors can’t tell for this disease, so we can only control it now. Hamza is still young, hey.”

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Allen glanced at Crown Prince Hassan who was walking away, and then looked at the old king.

This is another family with a lot of troubles. When Hassan was here just now, the old king specially introduced him. Now that he sent Hassan away, he turned to complain about his own poor health and the fact that his youngest son was still young.

The underlying meaning of these words, combined with what he just said, is that he is trying to establish a relationship.

Prince Hussein could have a relationship with him, so could he, and the old king could get it right in one go. He wanted to have William's relationship!

What he meant just now was that he wanted to send his youngest son to Allen to have contact with William first since he was a child.

Which one is older, a prince or an earl?

He must be a prince, and he is also the prince of Daying, and he can befriend Allen by the way. He has been emphasizing that he is not in good health. This is equivalent to giving favors to Allen. It depends on whether he wants it or not!

Allen

Of course not. He was just following Boss Cha. The mess in their house was already enough to cause trouble. Why bother getting involved here again?

Besides, the old king thought he was trying to establish a relationship with Prince Hussein, and now he turned around and sent him a son he really liked.

But is Allen's relationship with Prince Tu Hussein?

As long as there is no such little brat in front of me, won't there still be Yassin Rania in the future?

Who and you are still writing ink here?

How many years will it take for this little kid to grow up?

Will he have the means to compete with Prince Hussein then?

If we move to another place, we might be able to get some support, but where is this?

This is the Middle East. Strength speaks here!

Sometimes a reputation is not as good as a scrap of paper.

Of course, it would be better if he had both strength and fame. Obviously, Prince Hussein has the advantage in this regard.

Why sacrifice the near for the far?

"Your Majesty the King, I am too busy with daily affairs now, but if Prince Hamza goes to study in Britain and needs help, you can contact me."

Allen neither explicitly refused nor agreed.

This made the old king open his mouth, feeling a little helpless. In the end, he could only nod and let this matter go.

"Your Excellency, you are here."

In the British Embassy in Jordan, at eleven o'clock in the evening, the ambassador looked awkwardly in his pajamas at Alan, who had just come out of the palace to visit the embassy.

"Haha, I'm disturbing your rest."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you need anything, please ask. The embassy is at your service at any time."

Allen said something about disturbing him, but the ambassador didn't feel disturbed at all.

Although your Excellency also has a false position as a diplomat, and is technically from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there is no superior-subordinate relationship between them, and secondly, this position is convenient for traveling, and he occasionally accompanies Boss Cha when he goes abroad, which is a good reward. Spare, but you can't really think of him as an ordinary diplomat. Now that he finally comes to the embassy, ​​he just wants to hold a bank party here, so he has to be satisfied!

"Okay, two things. First, let me borrow a room from you. It needs to be soundproofed. I'm going to interrogate you."

"Second, when my men go to arrest people later, you send someone to lead them. By the way, I want to find out something about the situation from you."

"no problem!"

The ambassador nodded. Just as he was about to make arrangements, he paused with his outstretched hand. He stepped forward with some curiosity and whispered: "Your Excellency, the interrogator? Are you in trouble?"

"That's right. Little trouble. It seems to be a reporter with some American background. He is very hostile to me."

Allen frowned and thought about the reporter he saw during the day.

"That's it"

The ambassador rolled his eyes and suggested: "If you have a background in the United States, Your Excellency, I suggest you use a special room for interrogation."

"Special room?"

Allen blinked, it was just an interrogation, what else is there to say?

"Your Excellency, sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

The ambassador tightened his pajamas. The temperature difference between day and night here was a bit big. He had just woken up and was woken up again. To be honest, he felt a little depressed. He came out in pajamas. It was still a bit cold at the moment.

After the two of them found a small living room and sat down, the ambassador took a few sips of hot coffee and then said: "We have several houses here with bugs inside. If he himself has an American background, what are you talking about?" Interrogating him in this kind of room can save a lot of trouble. Of course, there are some important things that you should pay attention to and don't say them out loud."

"Bugging device?"

Allen was a little confused. He asked me to go there even though there was a bug. Why did he go to such a room specifically for interrogation?

Why? wrong

Thinking of this, Allen narrowed his eyes and whispered: "A bug installed by the Yankees?"

"right!"

The ambassador admitted it straightforwardly, and then said with a slight sarcasm on his face: "These Americans are very arrogant, and they stretch their hands very far, thinking that their things are the best, and no one will find out, hum. Those barbarians in the north used to be as arrogant as the United States is now."

"But don't worry, sir, we have checked the other rooms and they are very safe. We usually use these rooms with bugs, but occasionally we do some special things. Since they want to know some secrets, then Just give it to them."

Having said this, the ambassador glanced at Allen, and the two smiled at each other.

Allen thinks this ambassador is very interesting. The British Ministry of Foreign Affairs is indeed full of talents!

After understanding the function of the special room suggested by the ambassador, Allen instantly understood the ambassador's intention.

He gave this kind of advice without even asking anything. What does this mean?

It shows that people have seen this kind of thing a lot!

It can be seen that in the past two years, the hands of Americans have really stretched out very long, and it has reached the point where everyone hates them.

But this is really good advice.

Don’t you have an American background?

Then I'll interrogate you in front of your master!

The secret was leaked. Even if the reporter got out, he wouldn't be able to survive.

No leaks. That means Allen didn't ask anything. They thought Allen didn't know there was a bug, so they couldn't pursue the matter.

Even if the secret is leaked, why don't you hurry up and end it in advance?

The purpose was to let the boss behind the reporter know what was going on here, and use their bugging device as a phone.

Even if he is not one of their people, if Allen is more ruthless, he can still shock them through the radio waves.

You'll gain more with one stone, you won't lose anything anyway, and you can even play tricks on the Yankees.

"Okay, go ahead and make arrangements, and be quick. I'm afraid he'll run away."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency. According to your description, he can't escape."

Khashoggi was wearing a bathrobe, and there were still some water drops on his chest that had not been wiped off.

After just taking a bath, he called a special service person to come to the house for service. While waiting, he thought about what happened during the day again, with a slightly proud expression on his face.

He came back this time to build his reputation and become a well-known commentator who has a sense of social responsibility and is not afraid of the powerful.

Of course, if he were to point his finger in the face and scold any member of the royal family of an Arab country, he would not be so bold.

But everything was such a coincidence, and he didn't expect that at today's wedding, he would actually meet that British nobleman - Allen.

Although this is equally dangerous, this is the Middle East now, and the Americans are powerful. For the British, as long as they leave their territory, they will be relatively restrained in doing things.

Therefore, Khashoggi gave Allen a thumbs-up on the spot. Although the wedding could not be held without making a fuss, those around him also remembered him as a courageous reporter.

In this way, his purpose was achieved.

Later, he could spread the news intentionally or unintentionally. He, Khashoggi, had once angrily denounced a hereditary earl in Great Britain, but the other party couldn't do anything to him!

As awesome as it sounds, this is what it feels like to step on top of a celebrity!

When he thought of this, he couldn't wait for the customer service to come to his door. He wanted to come one more time tonight!

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang. Khashoggi sat up straight, rubbed his hands, walked to the door expectantly, and opened the door.

There were two big men standing outside the door, and the three of them looked at each other, all a little embarrassed.

The two people outside the door didn't expect to knock on the door so easily. Khashoggi was a little confused. He clearly called for female customer service, so why did two men come?

When did you have to pay first for the change?

"Peng!"

Without giving Khashoggi time to react, the big man on his left hit him hard in the chest with an elbow. Khashoggi's eyes went black after the blow. He staggered back a few steps and was pushed back into the room. The strong man followed him. Han closed the door behind him.

Shaking his head, when Khashoggi came to his senses again, he realized that he was in a strange place at this time. There were several oil paintings hanging on the walls around him. It looked like the layout was like a room. living room.

"We meet again, Mr. Khashoggi."

A hoarse voice sounded, which sounded extremely familiar. Khashoggi turned his head sharply and looked at Allen, who was sitting on the sofa next to him. Only then did he realize that he was tied to an office chair with a What you would wear in a hotel.

"You, you. How dare you arrest me. This is not your Great Britain."

"No, no, this is Daying. You don't think that if you mess with me in Jordan, I can't do anything to you, do you?"

Hearing Allen's words, Khashoggi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instantly thought of one place - the embassy!

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? Isn't this what I should ask you? Aren't you very tough during the day? Tell me what your purpose is and who ordered you."

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Khashoggi looked at Allen, who looked joking, and was somewhat silent.

He is a little panicked now, but the more he is at this time, the more he has to stay calm. He has the trump card, but he is going to fight hard first to see if the count is going to cheat him or play hard. .