Chapter 932: : welcome next time

United Kingdom. London, Kensington - Chelsea area.

On the north bank of the Thames River, there is a group of villas, which should be regarded as an elite area, and as the eldest son of Gaddafi, Muhammad rents the

The parent-child of the "King" of Libya needs to rent a house.

This is related to his long-term resentment. He is a natural prince. His mother Fatih followed him when Ka Dazuo was a fart, but after the other party rebelled in September, the two sides broke up. After all, Fatih's father was a senior officer in King Idris' army, which was of course embarrassing.

Muhammad is the blood of the old times.

Of course, many "capable people with lofty ideals" in Libya do not want him to come to power.

He can also feel it when he was young, so he went abroad to study when he was very young, and now he stays in the UK to work. The villa here is rented by his salary, although the Libyan Ministry of Finance will give him money every month. But Muhammad has a lot of backbone and doesn't need a penny.

He now does financial profiling work for a company.

People around him don't know that he is the son of the king of Libya. He can integrate into it at work. This is the ordinary life he wants.

He had just revised a document, picked up the alarm clock on the table and looked at it, and was about to call to remind why the pizza shop delivered so slowly, when he heard the doorbell ring, he put the alarm clock back, walked over, and directly open the door.

In the UK, especially in Chelsea, there is no need to worry too much about so-called violent attacks, because it is a rich area, and patrol police cars often go back and forth. There is an Asian man about 170 tall standing at the door, wearing a yellowish jacket with Written in Chinese and English: Dalu Naan Pizza Shop.

"Sir, your pizza is a total of 21 dollars." The Asian spoke fluent English.

Muhammad nodded, took the pizza, and signaled him to wait a moment. When he turned around and was about to go back to the house to get the money, he was suddenly hit hard by someone behind him. excruciating pain.

A blade pierced his lower abdomen, and the **** pointed end could be clearly seen in front of him. Muhammad wanted to scream, but the other party covered his mouth several times in a row. Finally, his legs went limp, It fell to the ground like mud.

The delivery man calmly wiped the knife on the shirt of the other party, raised his cheek with his left hand, made a smiling face, and bowed, "Thank you, welcome to come next time."

Said, left, got on the bicycle, and walked away.

I was alone, and no one knew about his death. Until the evening, Fatih, who was far away in Libya, called his son, but no one answered. People came to the door slowly, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, knocked on the door, but no one responded, so they felt that something was wrong, rushed in, and the ground inside was covered with blood.

The police officer leading the team immediately called for backup.

And this matter is also fermenting, how could the British Intelligence Service (SIS) not know his identity? That evening, the report was on the Prime Minister's desk.

But this did not spread back to Libya, but there was a wave of shock first.

Ka Dazuo’s convoy was attacked by unidentified personnel who were equipped with elite weapons such as dashes and rocket launchers. If his beautiful bodyguards were not reliable, they would have almost never returned, but so were those gorgeous female soldiers. The losses were heavy, with 11 killed.

Card Dazuo and many people thought that someone must be planning, because who would know the plan of such a leader? More importantly, the gun battle lasted for nearly 40 minutes before the support came in. Does it need to be so slow? When they found the local armed person in charge, they found that the other party had hanged himself to death.

This made the capricious and hot-tempered Card Dazuo seem to have been humiliated, but the angrier he became, the calmer he became. He had an autopsy performed first, and it was confirmed that he died of suffocation and hanging. There were no other viruses in his body and no signs of struggle. , which can show that the other party hanged the neck "voluntarily".

Is there such a force in Libya?

Could it be the remnants of King Idris? No, it’s been decades, and I’ve cleaned the inside dozens of times. Those old school people are almost squeezed out, and even the influential ones have passed away one after another. Could it be someone who wants to overthrow me Armed?

This doubt made him more emotionally unstable.

At this time, news came from the British side that his eldest son Muhammad was killed in the villa!

Lying on the bed, Ka Dazuo, who was wearing a white pajamas, was trembling all over. Bloodshot eyes slowly grew in his eyes, and his breathing gradually became heavy. This posture seemed to be eating people!

The secretary who reported didn't dare to continue, and stood aside awkwardly, a little at a loss.

In fact, Cardano was very kind to his son. Later, the famous "Fourth Prince" Hannibal beat others in Geneva and was arrested. For this reason, Libya expelled Swiss diplomats and took out 500% from Swiss banks. Billion dollars, and threatened to cut off their oil supply, from this point of view, he is definitely not a qualified leader.

It was only natural that he was killed later.

Sure enough, Ka Dazuo lost his composure. He suddenly stood up from the bed, smashed the valuables forcefully, and cursed continuously. After all, he was old, and his body was so out of breath that he couldn't bear it. Standing panting, he turned his head, Looking at his wife, he finally glanced at the intelligence chief who was present, "Tell me, are the two assassinations related!"

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Ka Dazuo didn't believe it, it was such a coincidence!

Suddenly he asked, "Muhammad, who hates him the most?"

He knew that the elder son was very low-key, and he didn't want to exaggerate his identity as the son of the Libyan leader. The other party once said that this is not an honor, but fatigue.

He is also the most worry-free and will not cause trouble.

But no problem, people will kill you? Or use such extreme and premeditated means?

The intelligence chief was a little dazed, and suddenly thought of someone, but then his pupils shrank, he hesitated, and glanced at Mrs. Safia, who happened to be seen by Ka Dazuo, and he shouted angrily, "Don't I have the right to ask you?" ?! Ethel!"

The opponent loosened his legs and feet in fright, and knelt directly on the ground.

Card Dazuo's rule is not much better than that of Amin, and fear will also occupy the peak.

"Saif... conspired to kill Muhammad a week ago!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Mrs. Safia cursed after hearing this, but she wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to speak.

Because Saif did... said in front of her that Muhammad is a **** and needs to be purified.

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