Chapter 191

The SWATs completely controlled the warehouse, and only after the safety was confirmed did Bloomley, led by the front-line commander, come to the corner of the wall where Silva fell to the ground.

Looking at Silva lying on the ground with the fist hole in the wall of the warehouse and the shot in the back, Bloomley was speechless for a long time, and he roughly knew who did it.

But he didn't dare to tell his subordinates about this. Could it be that he told his subordinates that he was the commander who robbed the head of the bandit leader because he, the commander, robbed others of the task first?

If this is the case, he will not want to lead the team in the future, and at the same time he is very scruples about the power in William's hands.

He has been in the business for more than 20 years. He has never heard of anyone who can kill a target with a single shot through a wall. If the target becomes himself, Bloomley does not think he can escape such a super sniper. kill.

"Sir, what should I do next?" The frontline commander waited for a long time without getting an order, and had to remind him.

Bloomley sighed, what else can he do, some things can only be rotted in his stomach, and silently said, "Let's close the team."

"But, sir, don't we have to track down the third party?" The frontline commander asked unwillingly, but the SWAT police caught more than a dozen casualties.

"I told you to close the team, and the rest is not for you to know."

Bloomley, who was originally in a bad mood, heard his subordinates want to disobey, so he couldn't help staring at his subordinates and said in a stern tone.

These words made the surroundings quiet. Bloomley looked at the eyes staring at him, and his heart tightened. It seemed that it was impossible not to say anything.

With a sigh, he said: "The commander-level people stay, and the others do their own business."

These words made several interim commanders understand that Bloomley did not want ordinary SWAT to know the inside story, and they looked at each other and nodded to the people around them.

The front-line commander also understood at this time that there was an inside story, turned his head and gave a few orders to the squad leaders, and the talents who participated in the battle dispersed under the leadership of the squad leaders.

However, these people did not go far. The casualties were so great today. Four groups of 36 people were beaten in one battle and only 20 were left intact. There were five or six killed in action, and a few were seriously injured. I don’t know if they will survive. go down,

There is no reasonable reason now, and these surviving people will definitely not give up.

"Well, according to your level of confidentiality, I will tell you what I can say, and it is up to you whether you want to do the above."

Although Bloomley understands the idea that the front-line operators want to seek justice for their comrades, they are disciplined troops after all, and disobedience is a very serious matter, so Bloomley is actually very annoyed now.

But he also knew in his heart that this era was different from before, and the English people now pay attention to whether they are comfortable or not.

Even the disciplined forces, if these frontline fighters are unhappy, it's a big deal to resign. If they don't make it clear to them, maybe someone will blame him for their hatred.

Bloomley didn't want to take the blame, so Bloomley waited for a few commanders to nod before saying,

"You all know that we have a lot of secret groups within us, and some groups with high authority can only be directed by a few top executives.

Unfortunately, the confidentiality level of this group is the highest today. I can tell that they only know the leader of this group for some special reasons.

As far as I know, even Ms. Catherine, the Secretary of State for Security, does not know who the specific members of this group are, so if you want the above, I can report to Ms. Catherine for you, but I think you are very clear about the result.

Finally, it is emphasized that the team will not compete with us for credit, and even I can put pressure on the casualty pension to try to double the payment, and it is possible to make trouble three times.”

"How is this possible?" Several commanders exclaimed, and the front-line operations commander immediately said, "There are so many."

"That's right," Bloomley looked at the other party and nodded affirmatively, "I mean what I say, the other party will definitely not take the credit for killing the bandit leader, because this kind of credit means nothing to them.

As for not being able to capture the bandit leader alive, I will report to the top that he was killed by a stray bullet. Do you still have any doubts? "

When it came to this, everyone fell silent. If it weren't for the fear of being punished and complained by their subordinates, these people would not have forced Bloomley to explain.

Now there is no responsibility, the credit is not small, and the pension is several times more. After several commanders glanced at each other, they collectively saluted Bloomley: "Understood, sir, thank you, sir."

Bloomley stood still and saluted, "If that's the case, then whatever you're doing standing still, do it for me, especially you."

Bloomley stared at the frontline operations commander, "Davis, you bastard, write a report to me when you go back, and you're suspended now, when will you be reinstated until the investigation is over, are there any questions?"

"No sir, thank you sir" Davis saluted immediately, he understood that since he didn't stop his subordinates, bad days were waiting for him,

No matter how serious the disobedience was, he didn't slap him directly, even if Bloomley saw that he was merciful to his past friendship.

However, being able to win several times the pension for his subordinates is also an explanation.

Instructing Davis to ask someone to deal with the cause of Silva's death, Bloomley left his men and walked out of the warehouse, got into his car, and took out his mobile phone for a moment to call William.

He has a headache now, and he can't do anything about William without any evidence, but he still has to fight for what he should fight for.

As long as the benefits can be deducted from William, it is not unacceptable that Bloomley will not pursue the head-stealing matter.

the call will be connected soon

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"Good afternoon, Bloomley, are you looking for me?"

The happier William was, the more annoyed Bloomley became, fighting back his anger to whisper, "We need to talk."

"Talk about what? How did you rob me of my mission?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I'm not looking for you to ask for guilt. For the sake of friends and a faction, I rob you of the task, and you also secretly kill Silva to block me. How about we clear up?" .

"Haha, look at what you said, what is indistinguishable, otherwise, let's meet and talk, I have an appointment with Catherine and Gareth to have dinner at Gordon's restaurant in Chelsea, you can get together if you are free."

"No problem, I'll see you later," Bloomley hurriedly hung up the phone, he was afraid that he couldn't help but yell at him, but if he asked for help, Bloomley had to endure it even if he was upset.

William hung up the phone with a smile, complaining in his heart, "I thought I was shameless enough, but I didn't expect Bloomley to be more shameless than himself,

With so many casualties, his subordinates can still eat together with a smile, but it seems that Bloomley still doesn't know that the mercenaries prepared in advance were made by himself.

If he knew, I don't know if he would fight for himself."

He smiled, put down the phone, started the car and headed for London in a happy mood.

Half an hour later, William came to take Gordon's restaurant, parked the car, sat in the car and waited for more than ten minutes when he saw a car pull into the parking lot, and Bloomley got out of the car with a dark face.

"DiDi" William honked his horn, reached out the car window and waved, Bloomley took a few glances and confirmed that it was William and walked to William's car.

"Chat".

"Well, let's talk," Bloomley nodded, walked to the co-pilot and opened the door and sat in.

"It's done".

Bloomley rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me you don't know, if it wasn't for the sake of us being friends, it wouldn't have been so easy."

"Haha, then I have to thank you, or you can report to Catherine and see how she will react."

"Yeah," Bloomley's heart skipped a beat. Seeing William's smile, he knew that the last thing he wanted had happened. Thinking of Catherine, Bloomley fell silent helplessly.

"Looks like you guessed it," William smiled and glanced at Bloomley, who was waiting in silence, "I'm helping you indirectly, man, do you owe me a word of thanks?"

This made Bloomley furious, staring at William and scolding, "f, k, u, just because I robbed you of your mission, today 6 died, 3 were seriously injured, and 11 were slightly injured,

If you want me to thank you, you should have told me the specific situation earlier, otherwise my people would not have suffered so many casualties."

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