Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

The handsome young man is called Li Yan, deputy leader of the action team of Brad's office in London.

Li Yan just turned 22 this year. He immigrated to southern Africa with his parents 20 years ago. He joined the Boy Scouts during middle school and was admitted to the Nyasaland Army Academy after graduating from junior high school.

During the World War, Li Yan's father died in the Second Battle of Ypres. Li Yan dropped out of school angrily and asked to join the Southern African Expeditionary Force, but was rejected by the recruitment office because of his age. Later, Li Yan joined the Umbrella Company and became a professional employee.

Soldier, served in Port Elizabeth for three years.

Last year, Li Yan was transferred to London and served as the deputy leader of the London office's action team. He was also the secondary attaché at the Southern African Embassy in the UK.

Members of Bullard's office are all agents. When operating in London, they need a formal identity as a cover. The embassy attaché is also a diplomat and has diplomatic immunity, which can provide the agents with the greatest degree of protection.

The wine glass hit Bezoidenholt's face, and Bezuidenholt fell to the ground with his chair, his face covered in blood, and he twitched unconsciously on the ground.

"Asshole, how dare you!" William shouted. Even though William was still arguing with Bezoidenholt just now, when Bezuidenholt had an accident, William immediately stepped forward.

This is indeed a man of integrity.

"William, please, don't do this -" the bearded man's voice trembled, and he hugged William to prevent William and Li Yan from conflicting.

"Three days, wait until this guy wakes up and tell him it's only three days. He knows what I'm talking about -" Li Yan took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands with an indifferent expression, then folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and took it out again

He took out two ten-rand notes from his wallet, put one back after thinking about it, and gently placed the other on Bezoidenholt's face.

At this time, the movements were very gentle, and there was no trace of the violence just now.

After Li Yan and the peaked hat left, the police arrived belatedly.

"Why did that man attack you?" When the police asked Bezoidenholt, he covered his mouth and seemed to be uncomfortable.

It was true that Bezoidenholt looked so miserable. His face was cut with a long and large gash by the fragments of the wine glass. The skin was torn apart and the flesh was bloody and bloody, which was shocking.

With the current medical methods, it is certain that scars will be left, which is evident from Li Yan's ruthlessness when he took action.

"We had a little dispute -" Bezoidenhout lowered his head and clutched the ten-rand note tightly in his hand.

"Do you want to call the police?" The police breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to do it openly in public? And the consequences were so serious that they were confident even without asking.

Don't forget, this is London. Don't tell me that there are earls everywhere? There are as many viscounts as dogs? If you meet someone randomly on the street, you may have hands and eyes all over your back.

Since the other party knew Bezoidenholt's identity and didn't care at all, how could he be so ruthless? Then one can imagine the other party's background.

Think of those rumors about Bezoidenholt and the Irish? The other party is not afraid of the Irish's revenge. The energy he possesses is not something that a small public security police can handle.

"No? Not calling the police -" Bezoidenholt shook his head.

"You coward!" William roared angrily? He really couldn't stand Bezoidenholt's appearance.

"What the hell do you know? I don't want to die? I'll call the police today? Tomorrow I'll be back dead on the streets, do you understand?" Bezoidenholt screamed with a cry? Of course he also wanted revenge, but revenge on Nyasaland

Marquis?

Don't be ridiculous, you can just talk about it. Just think about revenge on the Marquis of Nyasaland. He can't even see the face of the Marquis of Nyasaland? The Marquis of Nyasaland raises his finger?

It can easily crush Bezoidenholt to death.

If you don't even understand this truth? It's impossible for Bezoidenholt to make his business so big.

"Okay then? You'd better go to the hospital -" The policeman was speechless as he left. He was used to this kind of thing.

Call the police?

People die for no reason every day in London. The number of unsolved murders in the police station can fill up a file room? Murder cases in Britain are not guaranteed to be solved.

Li Yan didn't know whether Bezoidenholt called the police, or even worried about it at all.

After giving Bezoidenholt a warning in person, Li Yan bought some food at the convenience store downstairs of the apartment and prepared to go back to the apartment where he lived and have a good sleep.

"Li, it's time to pay next month's rent—" the landlord reminded Li Yan at the door of the room on the first floor.

"This month is not over yet!" Li Yan responded casually. Wouldn't it be nice to keep the money in the bank and get higher interest rates?

"Stingy Southern Africans, you are all so rich -" the landlord muttered and closed the door. The richness of Southern Africa has become deeply rooted in the hearts of London.

However, the wealth of southern Africa is not obvious in Li Yan.

Bullard's office, the Southern African Embassy in the UK, and the income generated from renting the farm to the military service society, plus various overseas allowances, Li Yan received several salaries at the same time, but his life was very simple, not even a good one

He rented an apartment without hesitation, and the clothes he wore were always cheap suits sold in Jewish stores. Li Yan would definitely not buy expensive handmade suits.

It's not that you can't afford it.

Li Yan donates ten rands to the Boy Scouts of Southern Africa every month, and also donates ten rands to the Phyllis Foundation. On a spiritual level, Li Yan is extremely rich.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Li Yan heard the phone ringing in the room.

Li Yan carefully checked the mark he made before going out to make sure no one entered the apartment during this period, and then opened the apartment door.

"Lee, you are so reckless today -" On the other end of the phone was Stackhouse, the leader of the operations team.

"My five brothers died unexpectedly, I can't calm down -" Li Yan put the food he just bought on the table, took off his suit and threw it on the chair, then put his feet high on the table, and then relaxed a little

one time.

"You have to be careful these days. You will leave the apartment and live in the embassy tomorrow -" Stackhouse was still worried about Li Yan's safety. Don't underestimate your enemy and be careful.

"Ha, don't worry about me. If anyone dares to cause trouble, I will let them taste the taste of bullets!" Li Yan is confident in his ability. Without using weapons, Li Yan can easily handle three or five people by himself.

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If a weapon is used, unless Li Yan has no time to react, as long as Li Yan has the gun in his hand, Li Yan will not be afraid of how many people there are on the other side.

At most, one can be exchanged for ten, it’s worth it!

As for why it is ten, it is because the Browning high-power pistol produced by Nyasaland Military Industry has only ten rounds of ammunition.

At this moment, Li Yan suddenly heard sparse sounds outside the door, the kind of sound made by the soles of shoes moving slowly on the carpet.

Click——

Li Yan did not hang up the phone, but gently put the phone on the table, casually pulled out his pistol, and quietly came to the door.

"Lee, Lee, Lee - damn! The action team, the action team is dispatched immediately, go to Lee's apartment -" Stackhouse's roar came from the phone. As an agent, his nerves are always tense, and he can go to Li's apartment at any time.

Accidents may occur.

There was silence outside the door.

Li Yan gently opened the safety of the pistol without making a sound.

At this time, there seemed to be the sound of a fuse burning outside the door.

Before Li Yan could react, "Boom", the wooden door was blown to pieces by a violent explosion, and then several people rushed in at the same time.

These people were also well-trained. After rushing into the room, they immediately pointed the pistols in different directions in the room.

The first person to see Li Yan hiding against the wall was a young man. He looked about eighteen years old at most. He had sparse blond hair, acne and fine hair on his face. When he saw Li Yan

When he was talking, Li Yan noticed that his pupils dilated to the extreme almost instantly.

Then Li Yan fired.

Damn!

When Li Yan fired, he was no more than one meter away from the young man. Li Yan's pistol was almost pressed against the young man's forehead and he fired.

The reason why the Browning High Power Pistol is called High Power is that its bullets can almost kill an elephant. At such a close range, it is almost impossible to survive being hit in the head.

Li Yan did not have time to confirm the result of the battle, and immediately moved to the next target after shooting.

嘡,嘡嘡嘡——

Five shots were fired, and not a single bullet was wasted. The few people who broke into the room were all knocked to the ground in a close-range execution without even reacting. The strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke suddenly filled the entire room. Li

Yan suddenly became energetic, took out a grenade with his backhand, pulled the ring and threw it into the corridor outside the door.

"It's a big deal!"

"asshole!"

Sure enough, there are people outside the door. Anyone who suddenly sees a smoking grenade thrown under their feet will be heartbroken.

Li Yan did not hesitate, turned around and opened a door next to him and entered the next room.

This room was also rented by Li Yan, but instead of using Li Yan's name, he used the name of Li Yan's colleague. Even the landlord was not aware of this relationship.

boom--

In the small space of the corridor, the power of the grenade was amplified to the extreme. Li Yan felt dizzy even when he was hiding in the room next to him, and the guys in the corridor suddenly screamed again and again.

You're lucky to still be able to scream. Do you know how many meters the killing radius of a military grenade is?

15 meters.

Moreover, for the defensive grenades produced in Southern Africa, the explosive body of each grenade is filled with 1,500 steel balls.

In a corridor less than 5 meters long, about 3 meters high and 1.5 meters wide, there are 1,500 steel balls. Brothers who are good at math can calculate how many steel balls there are per square meter.

Anyway, Li Yan was hiding in the next room and could hear the sound of steel balls hitting the wall.

Bang——

It's like having a bowl of beans smashed in the face.

Li Yan knew how miserable it was in the corridor without even going out to check.

It wasn't over yet. After the grenade exploded, Li Yan went to the window and opened it. Then he saw two sneaky young people downstairs looking upstairs with their mouths wide open.

When they saw Li Yan, the two young men were shocked. One of them put his hand into his arms, probably trying to pull out a gun.

嘡, 嘡——

Finished and call it a day.