London, Kensington-Chelsea, UK.

On the north bank of the Thames River, there is a villa group, which should be considered an elite area. As Gaddafi's eldest son, Mohammed rented it.

The parents and children of Libya's "king" need to rent a house.

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

Muhammad is the blood of the old era.

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

He could also feel it since he was a child, so he went abroad to study at a very young age and now he stayed in the UK to work. The villa here was rented out by his salary. Although the Libyan Ministry of Finance will send him money every month, Mohammed is very backbone and does not need a penny.

He now works for a company in finance.

People around him don’t know that he is the son of the King of Libya. He can integrate into his work, which is the ordinary life he wants.

Just after I modified a document, I picked up the alarm clock on the table and looked at it. I was about to call and urge me to see why the pizza restaurant was delivered so slowly, but I heard the doorbell ring. He put the alarm clock back, walked over, and opened the door directly.

In the UK, especially in Chelsea, there is no need to worry too much about the so-called violent attacks, because it is a wealthy area, patrol police cars often go back and forth, and an Asian man about 170 in height stood at the door, wearing a yellowed jacket, which also read in Chinese and English: Pizza Shop for braised naan.

"Sir, your pizza is 21 US dollars in total." Asians spoke fluently in English.

Mohamed nodded, took the pizza, and signaled him to wait. When he turned around and was about to return to the house to get the money, he suddenly got hit behind him with force. He didn't stand firm and hadn't realized that something had happened, and he felt a severe pain in his waist.

A blade pierced his lower abdomen, and the bloody pointed tip could be seen clearly in front of him. Mohamed wanted to scream, but the other party covered his mouth and kept several times. Finally, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground like mud.

The deliveryman calmly wiped the knife on the other party's shirt, and used his left hand to lift his cheek, made a smile, and then bowed, "Thank you, welcome next time."

As he said, he left, rode his bicycle and left.

No one knew that he was single and died. Until the evening, Fatih, who was far away in Libya, called his son, but no one answered. He felt unsure and could only call the London Police Station. When these people came to the door slowly, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. When he knocked on the door, no one responded, he felt something was wrong and rushed in. The ground inside was covered with blood.

The police officer leading the team immediately called for support.

And this matter is also fermenting. How could the British Intelligence Agency (sis) not know his identity? That night, the report was on the Prime Minister's table.

But this did not pass back to Libya, but instead there was a shock.

Colonel Ka's convoy was attacked by unknown personnel while visiting. The other party was equipped with elite weapons such as short rushing and rocket launchers. If his beautiful bodyguard team had not been reliable, they would have almost never come back. However, the beautiful female soldiers also suffered heavy losses, and 11 were killed.

Colonel Ka and many people think that someone must be planning, because of this kind of leader's plan, who ordinary people know? More importantly, the gunfight lasted nearly 40 minutes before we received support. Is it necessary to be so slow? When I found the local armed person in charge, I found that the other party had already hanged and died.

This made Colonel Ka, who was already willful and popular, seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, but the more angry he was, the calmer he became. He asked someone to have an autopsy first, confirming that he died of suffocation and hanging. There were no other viruses in his body and no traces of struggle. This shows that the other party "voluntarily" hanged his neck.

Is there such a force in Libya?

Could it be the remnant party of King Idris? No, it has been decades. I have been cleaning up internally dozens of times. Those old factions have been almost excluded, and even those with influence have been passed away one after another. Could it be that someone wants to overthrow his own armed forces?

This doubt made him more emotionally unstable.

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

Lying on the bed, Colonel Ka, wearing a white pajama, was trembling all over. Blood slowly grew in his eyes, and his breathing gradually became heavier. This posture was like eating people!

The secretary who reported the report didn't dare to continue talking, and stood aside in embarrassment, a little at a loss.

In fact, Colonel Ka was very good to his son. Later, the famous "Fourth Prince" Hannibal beat someone in Geneva and was arrested. For this reason, Libya expelled Swiss diplomats and withdrew 5 billion US dollars from Swiss banks, and threatened to cut off their oil supply. From this point of view, he was definitely not a qualified leader.

It was natural to be killed later.

Sure enough, Colonel Ka lost his composure. He suddenly stood up from the bed, smashed the valuables hard, and cursed constantly. After all, he was old and couldn't stand the anger. He stood up and panted. He turned his head and looked at his wife. Finally, he looked at the intelligence director present, "Tell me, is it related to these two assassins?"

The Intelligence Director was originally Saif, but on Western issues, the father and son could not pee in a pot, so it was cancelled and replaced by a confidant. The other party was also very nervous when questioned like this. "Based on our current intelligence, it cannot be connected."

Colonel Ka didn't believe it, it was a coincidence!

He suddenly asked, "Mohamed, who hates him the most?"

He knew that this eldest son was very low-key and did not want to exaggerate his identity as the son of Libya's leader. The other party once said that this was not honor, it was fatigue.

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

But no problem, will someone kill you? Or use such extreme and premeditated methods?

The intelligence chief was a little confused and suddenly thought of someone, but then his pupils shrank, hesitated, and looked at Mrs. Safia. It happened to be seen by Colonel Ka. He shouted angrily, "Do I have no right to ask you?! Ethel!"

The other party was so scared that he loosened his legs and knelt directly on the ground.

Colonel Ka's dominance is not much better than Amin, and fear will also occupy the peak.

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

"You're talking nonsense!"

After hearing this, Madam Safia cursed, but wanted to refute it, but she didn't know how to speak.

Because Saif indeed... said in front of her that Mohammed is a bastard and needs to be purified.
Chapter completed!