Rebirth of the Evil Life

Lin Feng called Suleiman. Although I don’t know if this number can be dialed, it’s always okay to try. The result was unexpected: Suleiman's phone was able to be dialed. "Lin Feng, my security guard was negligent in what happened today." After Suleiman answered the phone, he unexpectedly apologized to Lin Feng. Lin Feng originally wanted to blame Suleiman, but he already apologized, so it would be meaningless to blame him again. "This incident happened suddenly and has little to do with you. Well, I don't have time to talk to you about these gossips. Are you being controlled now?" Lin Feng asked. Suleiman nodded. Although Al-Zawahiri did not tie him to the court like he did to others, he still sent someone to put him under house arrest. He and a few friends were the only ones in this box, and the bodyguards around him had been killed the moment Al Qaeda rushed in. These members of Al Qaeda will kill anyone who dares to resist without mercy, leaving no room at all. Fortunately, Suleiman was always seen wearing an Arab robe, so he was not beaten to death as well. However, the box door was locked so that he could not come out. As for the phone, it was not confiscated. This operation was a blatant terrorist attack and there was no need to keep it secret. So it doesn't matter whether the phone is confiscated or not. "Suleiman, can you get the architectural drawings of the stadium?" Lin Feng asked. Stadium architectural drawings? Suleiman frowned. He had no impression of this. Fortunately, he still had the club manager with him. After asking some questions, I got the answer. "Lin, the architectural drawings of the stadium are in the office of this stadium. But I can't get them. There are seven aisles away from the box where we are detained. Now our box door is blocked and we can't get out." Suleiman was helpless. Said, "By the way, why do you want this architectural plan? Lin, you can't really come here!" Suleiman exclaimed. "Lin, are you crazy? This matter is the responsibility of the British government, and they have the obligation to handle it perfectly. If you come here, you will only die. You have no idea how much Zawahiri hates you. Speaking of which, it’s a bit frustrating that if it weren’t for the hostility between you and me, I wouldn’t have received such great preferential treatment even if I was an Arab.” Suleiman said with a wry smile. He can now sit comfortably in this box with a few friends. It is really thanks to him that he has always been against Lin Feng, which Zawahiri admires very much. The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Although Zawahri did not agree with Suleiman, he would not harm him too much. Otherwise, even if Suleiman was an Arab, he would not continue to sit in this box, enjoying fine wine and delicious food, and everything outside seemed to have nothing to do with him. "Suleiman, can I not come? Zawahiri will put all the charges on me. If I don't come, 30,000 fans, players from our two teams, and my good friend Prince William will all I was attacked, can I not come?" Lin Feng asked. Suleiman's mouth moved but he said nothing. To be honest, if he were to put himself in Lin Feng's position, he would not come even to death. He would choose a reason to disappear for a few days and come out again when it was over. Although he will be condemned by some public opinion for this, it is still better than Lin Feng, who directly faced this matter and faced the danger of his life. You only live once, especially for the super rich like them. They are not willing to sacrifice here. "Lin Feng, I still want to advise you, find an excuse to hide for a while. If you destroy Al Qaeda's stronghold, he will kill you!" Suleiman thought for a while and reminded Lin Feng again. Although the two are rivals, they are not enemies. The two people seemed to be fighting fiercely, but that didn't mean they were mortal enemies and had to fight to the death. "Thank you Suleiman for your kindness. But there are things that a man can do and things that he should not do. There are some things that I have to do. So, no matter what, I will definitely come. Now, I just hope you can help The only thing I have to do is to help me get the architectural drawings of Upton Park Stadium." Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "I owe you a favor." Suleiman frowned. This matter was too dangerous, and he instinctively wanted to refuse, but Lin Feng had already reached this point.

He couldn't just refuse. "In this way, I will give it a try and try my best to get the architectural drawings without endangering my life." Suleiman said. Although Lin Feng was a little helpless about this, he also knew that this was Suleiman's bottom line. There was no way he could let Suleiman go get the blueprints for him regardless of the cost. "Thank you very much! I'll wait for your good news!" Lin Feng said and hung up the satellite phone. Lin Feng's cell phone is still not turned on to avoid outside interference. The most important thing now is how to save people. At this time, Suleiman on the other side began to rack his brains to think of how to get the drawings safely. "Mr. Suleiman, although the office where the drawings are stored is a bit far from ours, you can actually get there through the ventilation duct upstairs. I can draw a route map for you." The West Ham United manager coughed. Suleiman's eyes lit up. But then his eyes dimmed. Who can get there if there is a road map? The manager was shot just now and obviously couldn't survive. And I still have a few friends. Are they willing to risk their lives? Suleiman glanced over, and everyone shook their heads. What a joke, they were able to stay here all because of Suleiman. What if they passed through the ventilation duct and were discovered? That's a dead end. Therefore, they knew very well that Zawahiri seemed to have brought only 87 people, but in fact it was far more. They estimated that there were at least a hundred people. These people were hiding around these boxes, preparing to ambush incoming counter-terrorism forces. In this situation, they would not take risks. Anyway, it was Suleiman who agreed to Lin Feng, not them. Although Lin Feng's favor is worth it. But compared with life, it's not worth it. Damn it! Suleiman looked unhappy. These guys were too greedy for life and afraid of death. At this time, he was really envious of Lin Feng for being able to make some friends who could make friends between life and death. At this moment, he promised Lin Feng that he would give it a try. Moreover, this time it was his home court, but he was surprised by al-Zawahiri, and he was angry. You, Zawahiri, have a grudge against Lin Feng. I have no problem with you wanting to take revenge. But can't you wait for Lin Feng's home game to take revenge? There is a game this weekend. Although I really despise the London Derby, it is Lin Feng's home court. Can't you just rush in then? As a result, a raid on one's own home ground was damned. "You guys cover for me while I go get the drawings." Suleiman took the road map from the manager, looked at it, opened the ventilation duct, and slowly climbed in. To be honest, Suleiman was a bit fat, and as soon as he entered, the ventilation duct was almost blocked. Fortunately, Suleiman was wearing an Arab robe, which covered his whole body and had a lubricating effect, allowing Suleiman to move freely inside. Otherwise, if he changed his clothes, Suleiman might be stuck as soon as he entered. Then he might not be able to move, let alone get the drawings. Move step by step. Suleiman carefully and slowly crawled over the heads of the al Qaeda groups. Although this process was a bit thrilling, it did not alarm any Al Qaeda members. The final success landed in the drawing storage room. After some rummaging, Suleiman found the architectural drawings of Upton Park. And there's a fax machine right here. damn it! How do I fax it to Lin Feng? Suleiman suddenly became depressed. He didn't ask for Lin Feng's phone number, and he had just put his cell phone in the box. He was half-crawling. If someone called him without opening his eyes, he would die without a burial place. What to do now? Climbing back again, Suleiman looked at the thick pile of drawings in front of him and lost his mood. This Upton Park stadium is too old and has been renovated too many times. So there are a lot of drawings. Such a thick stack of drawings cannot be carried through this ventilation duct. As for taking the phone in the past and coming back again, this movement is too big. And he has no physical strength left. Although three months ago, he had a very shapely body with eight-pack abs, but in the past three months, he had become lazy, and as a result, he quickly returned to his original shape after eating and drinking heavily. Got fat again. Climbing all the way around is exhausting. If he had to crawl back and forth one more time, he would rather die. what to do? Suleiman looked at the pile of drawings and became depressed. (To be continued.)