"Assassination? Someone is going to assassinate me?" Sinrag seemed unable to believe what he heard.

"Yes, Mr. Envoy, we have received accurate information." Major Barack nodded quickly: "In London, a large number of resistance organizations are everywhere, and their sources are very accurate, which often makes me unable to defend against it. Even the FBI or the CIA have no special way to deal with them. Therefore, I suggest that we must take emergency measures."

Now, Sinragher has believed what President William said, and there are very serious problems with both the FBI and the CIA.

Perhaps only these people in the army are trustworthy.

"Major, you are more familiar with the situation here than I am. Everything is up to you." Sinrag said with determination.

Major Barack was very satisfied that Sinrag was able to accept his suggestion: "What we can grasp at the moment is that there are many attackers from the underground resistance organizations. You probably heard that even President Fenton of the British government was also attacked by guerrillas. What is even more surprising is that these guerrillas also have armed helicopters, and we must not use your safety to conduct unnecessary experiments. So I decided to divide your travel convoy into two batches, one of which will follow the original route, and the other will rush to meet the British from the hidden path."

Sinage completely accepted Major Barack's arrangement. But he still felt a little incredible. This is London, the capital of the British, and the enemy has not yet reached this point, but even in London, they must do some things secretly. How efficient are these British people?

He had no doubts about Major Barack, which was arranged by General Gandra himself, and before his departure, the President also said that only the military personnel in London can be fully trusted.

He got into the car specially arranged for him by Major Barack, and the team protected by armored vehicles set out ten minutes in advance, and they would take on the task of attracting guerrillas.

The ambassador's convoy had only three cars in total. Although this made Sinrager feel a little inappropriate, this thought only flashed through his heart.

The car was driving at high speed, and the scenery on the roadside flashed one by one, but the ambassador didn't have much energy to enjoy London.

The road that the convoy took gradually became deserted, which was completely arranged by Major Barack. Sinrager trusted the major and he didn't even ask any questions.

When the convoy drove onto a deserted road, Sinrag felt a little strange: "Major, although I have never been to London, are you sure you have not taken the wrong path?"

"Of course, Mr. Ambassador, this is the safest road."

Major Barack's words had just settled, and suddenly two "boom" explosions sounded, and the two cars in front and behind suddenly exploded and caught fire. None of the American soldiers inside could escape alive.

Then, a large number of armed personnel appeared, and they quickly approached the locked car. The driver and the ambassador's bodyguard on the passenger seat pulled out their pistols, but then two gunshots rang behind them.

Sinrag was watching Major Barack shoot and kill two of his compatriots.

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It was not until this moment that he fully realized that he should not believe this major at all.

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The US President's Special Envoy, Sinrag, unfortunately became a prisoner of the guerrillas. Standing in front of him was a young man. He smiled and said to Sinrag, "Hello, Mr. Ambassador, I am the one you are looking for. Let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Moyol."

Sinragh smiled bitterly. He probably didn't expect that he would "find" the person the President wanted to find, but he didn't expect that he would meet this person under such circumstances.

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"Listen to me, Mr. Ambassador." Wang Weiyi's face always had a smile: "I personally do not want to cause any harm to you, but for the sake of the overall benefit, I have to do something that I am reluctant to do. Mr. Ambassador, do you have any wishes that have not been fulfilled? Or do you have anything to explain?"

Sinrag already knew the fate he was about to face. He thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "My children are already very big, and they no longer need the care of me as my father. If you must let me say what kind of wish you have, then I hope you don't let me die in too much pain."

"I promise you I will do it." Wang Weiyi sighed: "Take the Ambassador over and let the Ambassador leave this world quickly without pain."

Ambassador Sinrag was taken away, and it was only a short period of time from the time he set foot on the land of England to the time he was beaten to death. Neither the ambassador himself nor President William expected such a result.

"Major Barack, your mission has been accomplished very well." He seemed very approving of Major Barack Wang Weiyi, who handed over a small box to Major Barack: "This is 900,000 pounds, and a Spanish passport, which I promised you. Two hours later, a Canadian cargo ship will leave London and head for Spain, and you can immediately find their captain. I have arranged it. In a few days, you will enter Spain and live a happy life with your beautiful and charming lover...."

Major Barack took the box and he was very grateful to "Lieutenant Colonel Moyor" for fulfilling his promise, although he was very sure that the person opposite was definitely not "Lieutenant Colonel Moyor".

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But what does this matter? He got what he wanted, and he also got what he wanted.

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Sinrag, the US President's envoy, died, and he was unable to even see the British he wanted to meet.

Looking at the wreckage of cars all over the floor and the body of the envoy, General Gandra's face was extremely difficult to see. He could not imagine how he should explain to the President and how he should face all this.

Colonel Jade and Lieutenant Colonel Mills were a little gloating. What did those people in the White House think? Such a great responsibility for protecting the envoy was not handed over to the FBI or the CIA, but to a group of soldiers with no experience in this regard.

General Gandra looked there for a long time, then said tiredly and weakly: "I have some urgent matters to do. Please check the scene carefully and write a specific report to me. I will report to the President as soon as possible."

Looking at General Gandra's back as he hurriedly left, Colonel Jade said dissatisfiedly: "What's this? He has caused such a big disaster. Do you want us to help him wipe his butt?"

"Who made him the general, and we were just poor little people?" Lieutenant Colonel Mills shrugged: "But I think that General Gandera must be busy if such a thing happens."

Colonel Jade and Lieutenant Colonel Mills smiled knowingly at the same time.

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They used to be the opponent, but now they seem to be on the same front.

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Major Barack disappeared, and all the suspect targets were focused on him, but General Gandra knew that with Major Barack alone, he could not accomplish such a thing at all.

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To be continued...