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C887 God Is Not at Home Today



C887 God Is Not at Home Today

In the nine hours of searching and rescuing carried out by the powerful British Island Navy, they had found a total of fifty Life-saving Ball s, forty-eight corpses, some of which were either damaged or completely unrecognizable.    

    

The people from the fifty Life-saving Ball were obviously the elite subordinates of the trafficker Hamm.    

    

Under the gunfire of the angry British, the traffickers were all badly bruised when they were escorted off the ship.    

    

Needless to say, the heavy onlookers could see that they had been brutally beaten by the British after being fished out.    

    

The Captain had received the heaviest beating, his eyes were so swollen that he could not see his way out, but he was still howling and saying that he was a citizen of British Island, and should enjoy his rights before he was sentenced to death.    

    

"Go to hell!"    

    

The onlookers answered his protest with angry roars and rain-like shrapnel heads.    

    

Especially those philanthropists whose women had been ruined, now wished they could cut their meat off with knives and go home and roll it on a stick.    

    

Fortunately, they were "protected" by soldiers, or else they would be torn to pieces by angry people. That was certain.    

    

This kidnapping was definitely the worst case in the history of the British Island.    

    

In this incident, approximately 289 people died and disappeared.    

    

Why about?    

    

When Guain came back alive, the bodies that could be salvaged only accounted for a small half of the total number of people on the ship last night.    

    

Most of the people who were missing had become a snack for the sharks.    

    

There was no doubt that the captain and his men would be punished.    

    

They didn't care about the tragic fate that had befallen them, either. Everyone present looked at the corpses that were being carried down from the ship one by one.    

    

Half of the bodies were missing arms and legs.    

    

It was bitten by a shark.    

    

Some of them were completely unrecognizable.    

    

When a volcanic eruption occurred on the seabed, the intense heat from the explosion almost cooked the corpse.    

    

In the process of military salvage, if the tools touch the clothes of these bodies, the skin --    

    

Therefore, the only way to recognize these corpses was through their clothes.    

    

Of the forty-eight corpses, seven or eight of them were camouflage. Of course, they were those traffickers who had been killed by their companions while fighting over the Life-saving Ball s.    

    

The other corpses were mostly cruise ship attendants dressed in black suits and bodyguards.    

    

To determine if Lee Nanfang had been killed, Mr. Gore asked David Bai and David Bai to identify him.    

    

It was because he was brothers with Mr. Lee.    

    

Ambassador Liu Qizhao was standing not far away, staring unblinkingly at the two of them.    

    

He thought to himself: "God bless them, I hope they don't see Lee Nanfang. Otherwise, the young miss will cry herself to death. "    

    

Of course, not finding Lee Nanfang in these corpses didn't mean that he wasn't dead.    

    

But if his corpse could not be found, then there was still a sliver of hope to survive.    

    

Obviously, God didn't understand Ambassador Liu's prayer in Chinese — — Graff suddenly cried out in surprise, then covered her mouth with her left hand and pointed at a corpse with her right, crying bitterly: "Yes, it's him. "This, this is Lee Nanfang."    

    

"Sigh. "Well, I won't ask God to give me anything in the future."    

    

Seeing this, Ambassador Liu sighed heavily in his heart and quickly walked over with his assistant.    

    

Seeing this, Lord Fei and Mr. Gore also hurriedly walked over.    

    

Graff was able to recognize this corpse that had been steamed into unrecognizable appearance, but it was also because of the clothes.    

    

As mentioned earlier, the clothes that Lee Nanfang wore after coming to England were all accompanied by Graff, and she personally selected them for him.    

    

The woman hoped that she could use this way to thank Lee Nanfang for his respect.    

    

Last night, when Lee Nanfang attended the charity party, he changed into the clothes Graff liked the most.    

    

In order to make him look more dashing, Graff had even placed a brooch on his chest.    

    

This brooch was Brother David's.    

    

This was not an ordinary brooch. If it was placed in the auction, it would probably fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars.    

    

This brooch was said to be the head of some beheaded crown prince in French history — it turned out that it was best not to use dead people's things, or else it would bring unexpected bad luck.    

    

This unrecognizable dead ghost was dressed in clothes personally chosen by Graff, and carried a brooch used by some prince whose head had been chopped off in France. His figure and bones were very much in line with Lee Nanfang, this handsome East Asian man. If it wasn't him, who else could it be?    

    

If it weren't for the fact that the skinned body was too scary, I believe Graff would have surely lied on top of it and cried for my good man. How did you die?    

    

"I'm sorry, Mr Liu."    

    

Seeing Lord Fei walk over together with him, Mr. Gore slightly sighed and walked in front of him. He whispered, "Now, you should tell me about this Mr. Lee's identity and background, right?"    

    

I hope this guy's background isn't too big.    

    

Otherwise, our compensation will go out.    

    

God bless --    

    

God heard Gore's prayer, which was why Ambassador Liu told Mr. Gore in a low voice: "He is the CEO of our nation's Dong Province Green Mountain Group. He was also the founder. Your country's super model Croft once went to Qingshan to show off her products. "    

    

So he was just a small businessman.    

    

After hearing Ambassador Liu's words, Mr. Gore's heart immediately calmed down.    

    

Then he felt that he should leave this matter to the officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to deal with the Chinese.    

    

He was a grand third minister of Japan, he really did not have the time to deal with the life and death of a merchant.    

    

However, just as this thought appeared in Mr. Gore's mind, Ambassador Liu spoke again: "But he is the grandson-in-law of an old man whom I respect very much."    

    

Mr. Gore was stunned and immediately had a bad premonition. He quickly asked, "Excuse me, who is that old man whom you respect the most?"    

    

Ambassador Liu looked around, then went close to Mr. Gore and softly said a name.    

    

Immediately, Mr. Gore's tiger body shook.    

    

As the Minister of Defence with the British Island, he could be said to be the first person to control the power of the local military.    

    

In that case, Mr. Gore was very clear about the history of the world war.    

    

Including the Peninsula War in the 1950s, and the Vietnam War that ended in the late 1970s.    

    

The old man Ambassador Liu spoke of had once participated in the Peninsula War and commanded part of the Vietnam War. He had a place in the modern military history of the world.    

    

Just yesterday, when the shocking kidnapping case was about to happen, Mr. Gore received news that this old man had passed away.    

    

It was normal for him to know that Old Master Yue had passed away. After all, this was one of the War God that he had paid special attention to when he joined the army.    

    

Since Mr. Gore knew who Old Master Yue was, then there was no reason for him not to know the importance of the Yue Clan on a certain level of China.    

    

Lao Yue's grandson-in-law, poking at people!    

    

Just as Mr. Gore cursed in his heart, Ambassador Liu revealed Lee Nanfang's second level identity: "His fiancee is the new generation leader that inherited the elder."    

    

Mr. Gore wanted to cry.    

    

As China became more and more powerful, more and more military and political officials paid more attention to the political landscape of China.    

    

Among them, the Yue family was a part that no one could ignore.    

    

Mr. Gore had also studied the Yue Clan before, so he knew what kind of existence the Yue Clan's Patriarch was.    

    

The Yue Clan Lord was not necessarily an official, nor was he necessarily a merchant. It was possible that he was a passerby who went fishing by the Little River during his free time, so no one would notice him walking on the streets.    

    

However, every decision he made had a certain influence both at home and abroad.    

    

Thus, Mr. Gore did not feel that it was strange that the master of the Yue family was actually a silly little girl.    

    

Isn't the spiritual leader of their British Island just a woman?    

    

From a certain point of view, the Yue Zitong who had become the Patriarch of Yue Family was the Linda of British Island.    

    

"God is not home today."    

    

Mr. Gore cried in his heart, slightly nodded and said with a heavy tone: "Ambassador Liu, I'm sorry. I think we should convene an emergency meeting of the upper echelons on this matter. "    

    

No matter what country the husband of a big shot in China died in, this was something that required the local authorities to pay high attention to.    

    

Ambassador Liu obviously knew this very well. After nodding his head, he turned around and quickly walked to a corner where there was no one.    

    

He had to tell Eldest Miss about the news that was basically certain that Lee Nanfang had died.    

    

With an incomparably bitter tone, Ambassador Liu told Yue Zitong the news of Lee Nanfang's death. Then, he held his phone, bowed his head and waited for the young miss's new instructions.    

    

After a long while, the First Miss finally replied in a soft voice, "I know. Thank you, Uncle Liu. "Next, I'll have to trouble you to use the official method to deal with this matter."    

    

"Alright."    

    

After Ambassador Liu agreed, he immediately raised his hand and called his assistant over.    

    

If Lee Nanfang died in British Island due to a car accident, food poisoning, or when he went to the red light district to open his eyes, it was worth it for Ambassador Liu to explain this matter to the foreign affairs department through the official route.    

    

Regardless if Lee Nanfang is Yue Zitong's fiancé or not.    

    

However, he was not in a car accident, nor was he poisoned by food, much less he died in the red light district. Instead, he died in the hands of a local criminal from British Island, in his capacity as a hero!    

    

This was the most important thing.    

    

Over a hundred of the upper echelons of the British side all praised Lee Nanfang as a hero. They all said that if it wasn't for him, everyone would be finished.    

    

God has sent heroes to save people!    

    

This was the practically shared title of the kidnapping case that was reported in all the major media outlets in British Island.    

    

The video of him facing the huge wave and arrogantly standing at the bow of the ship and letting out a long and loud roar quickly spread across the internet.    

    

Although in the video, he was carrying a woman on his back, with a man holding his left arm, and a pineapple woman on the deck, holding his leg — these few people not only didn't affect his heroic image, but only emphasized how fearless he was in the face of disaster.    

    

Everyone, including the monstrous waves, had already become the background of Hero Li.    

    

Lee Nanfang was the only one in the world!    

    

With these media outlets, it was fortunate to have hostages as witnesses. Who would dare to say that Lee Nanfang wasn't a hero? People would tear him into pieces!    

    

Very quickly, these reports and videos were placed on a table in a meeting room in Beijing.    

    

About ten people were sitting at the conference table, looking at the documents in their hands.    

    

The one sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his early fifties. He looked refined, like a university professor.    

    

Jinghong Ming, as well as Wang Yulin from MI13 also sat at the table.    

    

However, they were clearly very close to the door.    

    

This proved that, among these people, they were the junior generation.    

    

The first chair on the left of the middle-aged man was empty.    

    

It was unknown which respected person had not arrived yet.    

    

Help, help.    

    

Outside, there was a light knock on the door.    

    


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