My British Empire

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Gay looked at his highly motivated subordinates, nodded in satisfaction, and then waved his hand.

"Set off--"

"Boom, boom, boom!" The buckskin boots of nearly 400 Dark Blade members slapped the ground, making a heartbeating sound.

"Tron, you go with me to catch Cromwell and his son, you are more familiar there!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Commander!" Thrun waved helplessly at his immediate superior, showing an involuntary expression.

And his boss, the centurion Diworkk, was trembling with a fat face, and he knew without guessing that his boss had cut off the fattest piece of meat, and it was done in a fair manner.

Seeing Tren walking slowly past, Diwork could only clenched his fists, thinking in his mind which one would be more cost-effective to capture!

According to Guy's plan, only the seven most important businessmen need to be arrested. The seven members of the city council are all on a first-come, first-served basis, and the centurions are free to snatch them.

And in the end, the large group gathered together to capture the big character—the Earl of Warwick.

Guy took Tren directly to the edge of the noble area.

It is reasonable for Cromwell and his son not to live in the aristocratic district, but both of them have the title of city councilors, and they have changed from wealthy businessmen to the rulers of London, so it is only natural that they should live in the aristocratic district.

In the aristocratic area, the residence of the Smith family is located on the edge of the aristocratic area, so it is very close to the common people's living area, only one street away!

Because the location is not good, the price is cheap, and the Smith family is not short of money, so the entire house covers an exaggerated one hundred acres.

The layout of the house is that the garden is in the front, the owner's residential area is in the middle, and the servants and pets live on both sides.

Therefore, Guy, who had never been here before, closed his mouth in surprise, stared at the garden full of flowers and plants with blurred eyes, and his legs stopped unconsciously.

In fact, this is not his fault. In the aristocratic district, even in the fringe area of ​​the aristocratic district, the land price per acre has reached five pounds per acre. It can be said that this nearly one hundred acres of garden grass alone is worth five pounds beside Guy. The entire net worth of more than a dozen people.

Seeing the neatly arranged and closed small boxes, Guy didn't know that this was the legendary honeycomb that could produce honey!

"Brothers, rush with me, but remember one thing, none of the property inside can be touched, even if you have your life to take it, you can't spend your life!"

After recovering, Guy wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and all the subordinates behind him also stopped, listening to his boss's orders seriously.

"Okay! Come with me!" Glancing at the nodding crowd, Guy let go of his nervous heart.

"Dangdang!" Guy knocked on the door.

"Here we come! We come! My master won't be seeing guests tonight..." A servant in his thirties opened the door muttering, and stared at the dagger on his neck with his round eyes.

"Well, do you know who my master is? It's so presumptuous, I don't want to live!"

Looking at Guy in a strange costume in front of him, the male servant who was stunned for a while finally reacted from his fear, then opened his throat, raised his chin, and said in a contemptuous tone.

"Hehe! I just know where this is, so I came here!"

Guy patted the servant's face with the back of his knife and said domineeringly.

"Take him down, don't let him escape, maybe this guy is an accomplice!"

Throwing the man in front of him to Tren behind him, Guy walked straight in, followed by his subordinates.

Seeing the menacing Guy group, the maids and servants along the way hurriedly discarded the items in their hands and ran around in panic.

Of course, there were also people who did not know what to do and wanted to drive Guy and the others away, but they were not the opponents of Guy and his group, and they settled down easily, and this was the scene of the servants fleeing in panic.

Pushing open the door of the room, Guy, who had been in the dark for a long time, couldn't stand the light of the candles for a while, especially the large number of candles shining.

Squinting his eyes, Guy quickly blocked it with his hand.

After a while, the eyes got used to it. When they opened their eyes, they saw that Cromwell and his son were standing behind twenty or thirty strong servants, smoking cigars.

"Who are you? Don't you know that this is the residence of the Smith family of the city councilor? I advise you to leave quickly, or wait until..."

"You mean the London militia? Unfortunately, they may not come!"

Looking at the young Cromwell who was talking eloquently and trying to threaten him, Guy couldn't help seeing him upset, and interrupted him with a sneer.

At this time, the militiamen who were called for help by other attacked members of parliament had just been dispatched! After a while, Andre, the special envoy sent by Edward, came to the militia's barracks with a nervous face.

"Major Prior, His Majesty the King is being attacked by a group of gangsters, hurry up and protect His Majesty!"

Andre said anxiously and panting to the militia major Prior who was riding on the horse and had just left the barracks.

Seeing Andre coming on horseback, Prior knew him, a servant of His Majesty the King.

"Well, Andre, I will send half of the people to rescue His Majesty the King immediately, and the rest will go to rescue other city councilors later!" Regarding Andre, the servant who often accompanied Edward, Prior Very respectful.

But the London militia has only three hundred men in standing, and only when there are not enough men are recruited from the citizens.

It stands to reason that Prior is under the leadership of the parliament, but his major position was appointed by the king himself, so he seemed a little hesitant.

"My Mr. Major, the safety of His Majesty the King is the most important thing, no one else can compare!"

"You have to think clearly, if something happens to His Majesty, can you take responsibility?"

"Not only your position as a major, but even your life will disappear!"

Andre became more and more fluent in his speech, and his tone became more and more serious. Finally, he made a gesture of wiping Major Prior's neck, which scared Major Prior into a cold sweat.

"That, this, okay!" After a deep struggle in his heart, between life and position, he still chose life.

"Brothers, let's go..." Only then did Prior remember that he didn't know where His Majesty the King was currently living.

"Well, Andre, I don't know where His Majesty the King is currently being attacked by thieves?"

Pryor asked with some embarrassment.

"At Hampton Court Palace by the Thames, let's go quickly!" Riding on the horse, Andre urged in an anxious tone.

"Okay! Brothers, go to Hampton Court Palace!"

Called by Pryor, the militiamen changed their direction in unison at random steps, heading south to Hampton Court Palace.

At this time, in the brightly lit room, Guy's indifferent attitude made the hearts of Cromwell and his son tremble, and blew out any luck in their hearts.

Guy didn't say any more, and called his subordinates to rush forward, and a small scuffle began.

In less than ten minutes, Guy captured Cromwell and his son at the cost of three deaths and sixteen injuries.

And those trained bodyguards and servants also paid the price of nine deaths and ten injuries.

"Hehe, Mr. Cromwell, let me tell you, the person who came to arrest you today is the department under the royal family - Dark Blade!"

Looking at the Cromwell and his son who were tied to the ground, Guy couldn't help pointing at his clothes and said loudly.

"From now on, we Dark Blade will make you illegal businessmen tremble when you hear this name! You can't walk when you see this suit!"

Squatting, Guy tugged at the blood-colored cloak floating behind him, and said in an arrogant tone, unable to hide the pride on his face.

Half an hour later, the rest of the Dark Blade team slowly gathered beside the Earl of Warwick's mansion, and the entire team had expanded to more than 600 people.

Among them, the dejected businessmen and their family members who were tied up with ropes belonged to the extra two hundred people.

"Leave dozens of people outside to guard these criminals later, and the rest will go to the Earl's Mansion with me!"

Looking at the assembled crowd, Guy ordered things like this, and all the people present nodded in agreement.

"Okay, everyone, come in with me!" With that said, Guy walked towards the Earl of Warwick's mansion in a hurry, and knocked on the door himself.

He didn't know what news he had received beforehand, but the door was tightly closed, and no one answered no matter how hard he knocked.

Guy felt a little strange, so he called everyone to hit the gate together.

After a while, the gate of the Earl's Mansion was forcibly opened, but Guy and the others who came in could not see a single figure.

"Oops! It must be that our movement is too loud, he has noticed something!"

Guy patted his thigh and said regretfully.

"Everyone, look for any clues, and Tren, take a few people to find the brothers we are monitoring nearby!"

"My lord, do you doubt?"

"Yes, that's right, those brothers are probably killed!"

Guy's face was a little ugly, and he said in a heavy tone.

Going back to half an hour ago, the Earl of Warwick, who was eating, was shocked when he got the news that several London city councilors had been stormed into their homes by a group of people.

Others don't know members of the Dark Blade, but how can he, a member of the Privy Council, not know him?

In particular, several centurions in London are familiar to them.

Hearing the introduction of these thugs, the Earl of Warwick was suddenly taken aback. He felt that this matter was strange.

Putting down the bread in his hand, the Earl of Warwick hastily ordered the butler who was standing by.

"My lady, pack up your clothes right away, we're going back to our hometown of Northumberland now, only ten minutes, get ready!"

After hearing the message from his secret agent, the Earl of Warwick said directly to the lady who was dining with him.

"My housekeeper, prepare the carriage immediately. My wife, the young masters and I are going back to Northumberland!"

"Also, call the guards I recruited a while ago, they want to go back with me."

As the Earl walked, he gave instructions to the housekeeper, his hasty pace showed his anxiety.

"That's right! You send someone to kill the few little flies around the mansion, hurry up!"

The Earl who had just climbed the stairs turned around and said to the butler who was about to leave.

"Okay, sir! I will obey your orders!" the butler bowed to greet him.