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Chapter 718 Extra: Empire Growth: Kevin is the best (Subscription Request)
"Holy shit! I saw Batman running down the street. Is he drunk?"

Dranat Khan shouted.

"No, it's really Batman, he's probably on a lot of drugs!"

Kumar shouted flatteringly.

Even when drunk, he is still a good lackey.

Indian names can also reveal their origins. Dranat means sun, and Khan means Khan, which represents that their ancestors came from Afghanistan or Central Asia.

As for Kumar, it means prince, but usually people would give their children this name only if they don't want others to know their caste.

Kevin Huang noticed the modified Bentley Continental and could tell at a glance that the car was drunk.

What he didn't expect was that the other party fell back again.

The co-pilot stuck his head out, slammed the door with his hands, and taunted in curry-accented English: "Hey, clown, I'll give you 500 pounds, can you show me how stupid your head is under your helmet?"

Huang Kevin stepped forward, grabbed his collar and threw him out of the car.

He walked over, opened the door and sat down. The Indian in the driver's seat quickly raised his hands, opened the door and got out obediently.

boom--

With a step on the accelerator, Huang Kevin disappeared into the night.

Radio X is playing a late night music show.

The radio station had previously invited Crouch to co-host a show, but it was obvious that Crouch was not as good at speaking as the Manchester United legend, and in the end the show received mediocre response.

"Hey, night shift drivers, I'm your old friend Alan. It's another busy day. Besides the truck drivers, who are still busy this late? Do you have a girl in your car?"

The radio host joked.

Huang Kevin curled his lips.

There are a lot of people driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs in the UK at this time, and they all start speeding after partying in nightclubs.

A few days ago, a 100-year-old man broke the record for the highest age for drunk driving.

Driving the car of two rustic Indian guys, what Huang Kevin was most dissatisfied with was the engine and subwoofer of the car. Damn, they spent hundreds of thousands of pounds to modify it to look like a ghost-like boy.

The car attracted a lot of curses when it passed through many communities.

Kevin Huang laughed out loud.

Let's put the blame on the Indians.

Entering the Golders Green area, Kevin Huang simply started to race.

The theme song from Pretty Woman was playing on the radio.

Strong percussion and simple lyrics, a perfect combination of country music and rock elements, and a gentle and trembling voice that sounds very romantic.

Huang Kevin followed suit and whistled.

When he arrived at the theater entrance, Huang Kevin saw the night patroller.

He reversed the car onto the opposite side of the road, stepped on the brake and pressed the accelerator to the bottom. The rear-wheel drive Continental's tires were scratching wildly and the modified engine emitted a beast-like roar.

Lights throughout the community were lit up one by one.

Whether to use the [24-hour injury and illness immunity card].

Sure.

The moment the brakes were released, the car shot out like a cannonball.

There was a burst of gunfire.

The car was hit several times. Huang Kevin drove the car up the steps from the disabled access and directly smashed the door of the theater.

"Pretty woman the kind I like to meet, Pretty woman I don't believe you..."

As the car slammed into the wall, the song on the radio began to become unclear.

Huang Kevin pushed open the car door, and just then a lot of people rushed out of the theater.

The leader raised his gun and asked, "Who are you?"

The only answer he got was the voice on the radio: "Mercy!"

Huang Kevin pulled open the car door, held it in front of him to block the incoming bullets, and quickly rushed towards the shelter.

These dogs didn't even forget to shoot while questioning.

Hearing the voice behind him, he reached into his arms and threw it back.

The metal bat darts sparkled in the dim light. The two thugs who had just rushed in knelt on the ground, covering their necks, before they could even open fire.

There were only meaningless sobs coming out of his throat, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Huang Kevin, who was hiding behind a marble pillar, stretched out his left hand and fired another burst of shots.

Huang Kevin withdrew his hand and saw the bullet in his hand and the damaged gloves, and couldn't help cursing, "Fuck, his COS costume is ruined, and he must make the Jew pay for it."

The Jews fired bullets as if they were free.

As the footsteps approached, Huang Kevin knew it was time to take action.

Huang Kevin, with his left leg tense, suddenly squatted down and turned around, swinging the end of his cape directly onto the opponent's face. He kicked with a sweeping kick without any pause, and then threw out two bat darts with his right hand.

Seeing the leader lying on the ground, Huang Kevin killed him cleanly with the blade on his gauntlet.

Hearing the dense footsteps, Huang Kevin took out a bat dart and threw it over his head, breaking the main light in the lobby.

He also hid under the other person's body. He picked up a gun but found that there was no bullet. He could only pretend to be dead while cursing.

As the flashlight shone over, Huang Kevin threw out a stack of bat darts at the same time as he threw out the grappling hook.

Only three sounds of metal entering flesh made him dare not be careless, and he hid behind a marble pillar again.

"Come out, I know you want to save the child, but he has been taken away." the other party shouted.

Huang Kaiwen:…

I was thinking of letting them come over in waves to get killed, but I didn't expect Eduardo was not here.

Huang Kevin simply stood up from behind the pillar.

Bang, bang, bang...

Three bullets were fired in succession, and Huang Kevin caught them all with his hands, then threw them to the ground one by one in front of the opponent.

Even as an elite member of Mossad, he had never seen such a scene.

When he was at a disadvantage in terms of force, he finally chose to communicate.

“Who are you? How much did Kevin give you? We can pay double.”

The other party said.

"Well, how about giving me shares in some Jewish companies, a new annotation of the Bible, and Constantinople being mine?"

Huang Kevin teased: "Maybe we can add a few thousand tons of gold, and that would be enough."

"you……"

Before he could say anything, Huang Kevin punched him in the face.

The agent with a broken nose felt dizzy and before he could react, he was knocked unconscious by Huang Kevin's knife.

He casually retrieved the bat dart he had just thrown and tied up the only survivor.

After waiting for a long time, no one came to support.

Huang Kevin also knew that this should be all.

He removed the hooks in front of the two grapples, straightened them with his hands, and inserted them directly between the agent's legs.

"what……"

The only remaining Mossad let out a painful wail.

"Even if you torture me, I won't tell you where the child is."

"As you wish, tough guy, I will torture you."

Huang Kevin found two wires and connected them to the battery of the Continental.

Watching Kevin Huang approach, even as a Mossad agent, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Kill me, damn it."

"Don't fucking tell me that."

Huang Kaiwen helped him connect the power and cursed: "The battery won't kill you, but I'm going to connect these two wires to other places next. Enjoy it, tough guy."

"God will not let you go!"

"Sorry, if he really works, the first thing he will do is to send all of you bastards to hell."

Kevin Huang connected the wire to the theater's electricity meter box, and soon the tough guy became a tough guy.

Ugh, uh… Ugh, uh…

A sharp and piercing whistle was heard, and Huang Kevin couldn't help but curse: "Scotland Yard is really fucking fast at this time."

After searching several people, they found a business card of a company that provided short-distance flights in the pocket of a Mossad.

He casually reached for a cell phone and touched it to make sure it hadn't taken off yet, then Kevin Huang quickly ran out of the back door of the theater.

The first time I did a good deed, I was not well prepared. Next time I do something like this, I should leave a copy of "My Struggle" at the scene. After all, Jews like this book very much.

Running into the alley, Kevin Huang requisitioned a 911.

When Huang Kaiwen saw the CD of the girl band aespa on the car, he knew which country the owner of the car was from.

In this case, there is no need for compensation.

When I turned on the radio, there was already news. British reporters are always fast: "Golders Green has suffered another terrorist attack. Three attacks in two days give us reason to believe that this is an action against the Golders Green community. We don't know who the terrorists are targeting yet.

Scotland Yard has cordoned off the scene. Judging from the situation at the scene, there was a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides. Londoners have reason to be concerned about their safety. Considering that Scotland Yard has previously strengthened the inspection of people leaving the city, we suspect that a large number of terrorists have entered London. Here we call on Londoners to try not to go to crowded areas, let alone Golders Green..."

At this time, the phone that Huang Kevin had just taken away rang.

"who are you?"

the other party asked.

"You don't need to know who I am. I only have one request, release the child."

Huang Kevin said.

"You don't know who you have offended. Your family members will die one by one in the future." The other party said on the phone.

Huang Kaiwen couldn't help laughing and said, "You don't know who you have offended. Your compatriots will die one by one next."

Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but curse.

After the other party had vented enough, Huang Kaiwen said, "Good luck to you."

London has six airports.

All six airports are located in different places.

First of all, Kevin Huang ruled out Heathrow Airport and Gatwick Airport because these airports are very busy and not suitable for what they do.

The closest airport to the theatre is Luton Airport in the north.

But Kevin Huang heard the sound of Big Ben.

He glanced at the time and the clock struck 11 o'clock at around 11:0:22.

This means that the other party is not far from Big Ben, and may even be in Westminster in the city center.

And the most important point is that the sound propagation limit of the bell is about 8 kilometers.

Then there is London City Airport, located in the city center.

Caught!
Knowing the target, Huang Kevin turned the steering wheel sharply, and the black 911 made a sharp turn and rushed out, leaving only the roar of the engine.

Along the way, Kevin Huang pushed the performance of the Porsche 911 to its limit.

Even so, we were already a step too late when we arrived at London City Airport.

The plane is accelerating on the runway.

In this situation, Kevin Huang had no choice but to drive the 911 after the plane. He used the CD card in the car to control the accelerator, unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door.

"Damn it, stop wasting time."

On the plane, a Mossad urged the airport to take off quickly.

Although he didn't know what happened in the theater, he was still very uneasy about the death of all his teammates.

It was they who escaped with Eduardo at that time. Relying on Israel's powerful network of relationships, they temporarily adjusted the take-off time of the plane.

But even so, they didn't dare to be careless.

The combat effectiveness of a Mossad team is definitely much higher than that of just a few of them.

Goldberg said, "Bob, you're too nervous."

His last name, Goldberg, represents the family's respect for God.

Bob Friedman shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to relax. Only when we return to Haifa can we be truly safe. The whole world is targeting us, and they wish we were dead."

Franz Levi nodded and said, "That's true. We should be more careful. Is that man catching up with us?"

"do not know."

"I think we should let the hostages stay with us, it will be safer," Friedman said as he sat on the ground with the wrecked Porsche 911.

As he said this he went over and brought Eduardo over.

At the same time, Kevin Huang, who jumped onto the landing gear, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was an old model of Bombardier, and the connection between the landing deck and the cabin was not that strong.

He took a short break and then sent a divine soldier down from the sky to help these grandsons.

Accompanied by a loud crash, the three remaining Mossad officers all looked towards the tail end of the plane.

Goldberg held the gun against Eduardo's head.

Eduardo didn't make any sound and just kept staring at the tail end of the plane.

Looking at the person emerging from below, he immediately revealed an expression of surprise.

The height and, most importantly, the body shape, made him recognize the person at once.

"Wow, Batman."

Friedman pointed to his side and said, "The hostages are in our hands, what can you do?"

Huang Kevin casually took out a few bat darts.

boom--

Gunshots rang out instantly.

Huang Kevin knelt back on the ground, and the bat dart in his hand fell.

"Do not!!!"

Eduardo yelled in pain.

I didn't expect that the next time I saw Uncle Kevin would be forever.

Friedman took out a pistol from behind and prepared to go over for reinforcement.

Goldberg quickly spoke up to dissuade him, "Be careful of ricochets that might damage the plane. It's better to use a knife."

Friedman felt the same way, so he took out his dagger, walked over, and slowly squatted in front of Huang Kevin.

At this moment, Huang Kevin, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Friedman immediately stabbed the dagger downwards, but his hand was held by Kevin Huang and he could not move forward even an inch.

Seeing the two people in a stalemate, Levi quickly took out the pistol behind him and walked over.

He didn't dare to shoot at random at this time.

Huang Kevin punched Friedman in the face, and his dagger slipped directly. Before the dagger hit the ground, Huang Kevin caught it with his hand and swung it, hitting Levi's right leg directly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly pounced on him, snatched the gun from his hand, and shot him in the stomach.

Goldberg, who was holding the hostage, said, "Put down the gun, or this kid is dead."

"No, Uncle Kevin!"

Eduardo shouted.

Goldberg was a little surprised, then he smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to be our big star, but do you know who you are facing?"

"Don't hurt Eduardo. I'll be your hostage."

Huang Kevin said.

"Don't play tricks, I can't control you."

Goldberg said viciously, adding a little more strength to his hands, pressing the muzzle of the gun into Eduardo's flesh, but the little guy didn't say a word.

The pistol turned in Huang Kevin's right hand, with the butt of the pistol facing upwards, indicating that the other party had been disarmed.

Goldberg laughed, slowly pointed the gun at Kevin Huang and said, "I'm sorry, big star, I don't want to take the responsibility of kidnapping you. Since you are involved, go to hell."

whoosh-

A batarang hit him right in the head, and Goldberg, falling backwards, fired randomly, damaging the hatch.

Stupid, I'm left-handed.

Huang Kevin, who was about to show off, immediately rushed over and grabbed Eduardo, quickly put an umbrella bag on him, and said, "Press this to open the umbrella in a few seconds, okay?"

"What about you, Uncle Kevin?"

Eduardo asked.

"You go first, I'll be right there!"

Kevin Huang said as he pushed Eduardo out of the cabin.

Under the pressure, the small plane made a sound of being overwhelmed, and Huang Kevin barely pulled the seat to find another parachute bag.

Just as he was about to leave, the pilot fired a shot and the parachute bag fell out of his hand. Huang Kevin hesitated for only a moment and decided to jump directly.

In the air, he adjusted his posture.

With your head down and your hands close to your body, minimize resistance as much as possible and chase the parachute pack.

Huang Kevin breathed a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of another umbrella flower.

There are no problems now.

Even without an umbrella, he shouldn't be in any trouble.

Fortunately, he caught up with the parachute bag halfway, adjusted it slightly, put it on his back and opened the parachute directly, controlling himself to float under Eduardo.

Eduardo opened his parachute earlier, so he should land later than him.

Eduardo was excited to see Kevin Huang also successfully open his parachute.

He lowered his head and yelled, “Uncle Kevin, you are so handsome!”

Huang Kevin raised his thumbs up and shouted, "Don't talk. You can talk when we get back to the ground."

About four minutes later, seeing that they were close to the ground, Huang Kevin took out the bat dart again and raised his hand to cut the rope at one end of the parachute.

In an instant, a distance brought him to the left, and Huang Kevin quickly cut the rope on the other side.

Eduardo was about to land, and he had to keep the child safe.

So I don’t want to waste even a few more seconds.

With his amazing dynamic vision, Kevin Huang accurately determined where Eduardo would land.

Looking at the residential building in front of him that was built during World War II, Huang Kaiwen accelerated and pushed against the wall, exerting force with his feet and directly climbed onto the air-conditioning outdoor unit.

I climbed all the way along the external unit and the window sill and directly reached the roof.

Just then, he saw the parachute carrying Eduardo floating towards him. Huang Kevin jumped up and hugged Eduardo. Before he could stand firmly, he was carried backwards with the parachute.

The heels of his mid-calf boots kept rubbing against the brick surface of the roof, and Kevin Huang had no time to help Eduardo untie his parachute.

Just as the two were about to be taken out of the edge of the roof by the parachute, Huang Kevin successfully untied his belt, and with a flick of his wrist, the belt hooked into the gap of the concrete platform under the lightning rod.

The wind stopped temporarily, and Kevin Huang quickly stood up to help Eduardo take off the parachute bag.

Then he lay on the ground gasping for breath.

"Uncle Kevin, are you Batman?"

Eduardo asked excitedly.

"Do not."

Huang Kevin said.

Without hearing Eduardo's next question, Huang Kevin turned his head and saw that the child had closed his eyes.

He quickly took off his gauntlets and touched them, cursing, "Damn it, I'm going to turn them all into soap."

high fever.

Right.

The child has been under great stress these days and also experienced a high-altitude skydiving. He fell ill due to the ups and downs in his mood.

Huang Kevin quickly carried Eduardo Xiaolou on his back, found a phone and made a call.

After hanging up the phone, he hid in the bushes with Eduardo on his back.

Half an hour later, the helicopter lowered the rope ladder.

Huang Kevin breathed a sigh of relief only after getting on the helicopter.

Medical staff quickly took Eduardo and gave him emergency treatment.

The pilot turned around and said, "We're going to the port of London and then sailing directly back to Italy, sir."

"Okay, how's the kid?"

Huang Kevin asked.

"It's not a serious matter, just a cold. We're using physical cooling methods now. If the fever doesn't go down on the ship, you'll be given an injection of antipyretics," said the medical staff.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and asked, "Is there anything to eat? Anything is fine."

The nurse took out a Snickers from her pocket and handed it to Huang Kevin.

Huang Kevin tore it open and swallowed it without chewing it.

When they arrived at the port of London and boarded the ship, Eduardo's fever subsided.

Huang Kevin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I first called Inzaghi to let him know he was safe and asked him to return to Italy.

Then I called the eldest lady and explained the situation.

Finally, Kevin Huang called again.

A few days later, Haniya's bodyguards were surprised to find a container at his doorstep.

When they were looking for the person who delivered the things, they only saw a few people in yellow clothes riding away on electric scooters.

After making sure there was no danger, Ye Haiya had the box opened.

Just seeing the Russian words on it, he immediately shouted: "Stop, there's no need to tear it down."

He had a rough idea of ​​what was inside.

The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better.

Haniya asked in Urdu: "Is there no clue? Someone has given us such a big gift, I don't know who to thank."

A bodyguard raised his hand and said, "Through the telescope, I saw patterns and words on the back of their clothes."

"Write it down! Write it down!"

The bodyguard took the paper and pen and wrote eight big words crookedly: Meituan Takeout, deliver everything fast.

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