267: Chapter 254 Purely Coincidental 267: Chapter 254 Purely Coincidental Dealing with the people outside didn’t require guns, but to handle the person inside the car, they had to use one.
Without a gun, they could not force the car to stop.
Gao Yi held a tal pipe; he wasn’t well-positioned to intercept the car, but Emily, with a gun, had no such difficulty.
So, when she spotted a car erging from the parking lot, she very adeptly drew her weapon, gesturing with one hand to stop while pointing the gun at the passenger seat with the other.
There was a problem.
In the UK, cars have the steering wheel on the right side, whereas in France, it’s on the left.
Thus, instinctively, most drivers of left-hand drive vehicles would assu the right side was the passenger seat.
But when Emily fired her warning shot, it was anything but a warning— she shot at the driver’s seat.
With the gunshot, the first to be fired since the incident at the doors of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt, it was unclear whether the bullet hit anyone after piercing the glass.
Nonetheless, the driver slamd on the brakes hard.
Any rational person would not stop under these circumstances.
The correct choice would be to accelerate and break through, but Emily’s shot was so accurate that it instinctively forced the driver to stomp on the brakes.
Emily’s gun still aid at the driver, Gao Yi quickly moved around to the door, pulling at it.
The doors were locked.
The barrel of Emily’s gun shifted slightly, and the driver hit the unlock button.
That allowed Gao Yi to successfully open the door.
The driver was a skinny man in his fifties, who seed composed, but his hands on the steering wheel were slightly shaking.
Upon closer inspection, Gao Yi noticed sothing odd about the hair on top of the driver’s head.
No wonder the driver had stopped imdiately.
Emily’s shot had shattered the glass, grazing over the driver’s head without breaking the skin, for Gao Yi saw no blood.
However, the bullet had passed through his thick hair, and there would have been a distinct sensation as it did so.
Emily got into the car on the right side, closed the door, and then sharply commanded, “Drive!”
The driver released the brake and, like a zombie, pressed down on the accelerator.
The car sped off, weaving between the agents who had erged with guns drawn.
While Gao Yi and Emily could fire warning shots, the agents guarding the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt couldn’t—they could only watch helplessly as the car zood past them, not knowing how to intercept it.
In a bizarre and unthinkable way, Gao Yi and Emily had accidentally abducted an employee of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt.
It wasn’t part of the plan, but an extra hostage was better than none—a trivial matter.
But Emily’s reaction made Gao Yi sense that sothing might be amiss.
Emily was stiff with extre shock.
Looking again at the driver, everything seed normal—his clothing was just a business suit, he was driving a simple Ford sedan, without any bodyguards or convoy escort.
Could this driver actually be so important figure?
Gao Yi looked at Emily with a questioning gaze.
Emily, still holding the gun, nodded slightly, her face conveying shock.
Through eye contact, Gao Yi asked, and Emily made a morose face, whispering, “Could it be that the British go too far with their modesty?
Minister of Intelligence, and he doesn’t even bring an entourage?”
Emily was asking the driver but also answering Gao Yi’s question.
The driver took a breath and then, with a voice that trembled slightly but held firm content, said, “I don’t need to…”
No need, no need was good—it was purely by chance that he was abducted right outside the doors of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt.
The absurdity of the situation prevented him from finishing his grand rationalization.
Logically, holding a high governnt position should co with corresponding security asures, not only to display status but out of real necessity.
The British took things too far in their zeal to appear incorruptible and people-oriented, making their travels as ordinary as any common person’s.
And now, Gao Yi and Emily, two people who harbored no real ambitions, had caught him.
Emily sighed quietly.
They didn’t intend to escalate matters, nor could they afford to, but now that they had taken the hostage, things were different.
Kidnapping the British Intelligence Minister right outside the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt—what were they thinking, inciting a war?
This was no longer just a diplomatic crisis.
Such an incident would not beco a news story, yet it could plunge the intelligence agencies of two countries into a bloody conflict imdiately.
No holds barred, every man for himself.
Truly a headache.
Emily looked to Gao Yi, her hands spread in a shrug, seemingly asking what they should do next.
Gao Yi had no idea what the best course of action was.
Looking back, there was indeed a convoy following them.
Dressed as the assassin “Falke” outside the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt, they had kidnapped the Minister of Intelligence.
Heh, they had taken the joke a bit too far.
But now was not the ti to say they had just happened to capture him and to let him go.
Many thoughts flickered through Gao Yi’s mind in an instant.
“Do you know why we’ve taken you?”
Gao Yi didn’t even know the Minister’s na, but he did know that the director of the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt and the Secretary of Foreign Affairs had gone in in the morning, and in the afternoon, the Minister of Intelligence ca out.
Surely the British, without so intelligence-related significance, wouldn’t cluster these high-ranking officials in one place.
The Minister of Intelligence seed calm enough as he responded while driving, “Have you lost your minds?”
Answering a question with another question—this was typically soone who didn’t want to speak, yet wanted to take control of the conversation’s progress.
Then ca the threat.
“I don’t know what France is thinking, but our situation hasn’t escalated to the point of assassinating important officials yet.
Consider this carefully, if…”
Gao Yi wouldn’t let the Minister of Intelligence take control.
Gao Yi raised his hand and slapped it on the top of the Minister’s head.
The Minister of Intelligence was stunned, and the steering wheel he was holding twisted violently, then he quickly readjusted the swerving car.
Gao Yi, with nothing to fear, said, “Who told you we are French, we are Aricans!
We are CIA agents, what are you talking about nonsense?”
The Minister of Intelligence was furious.
“Falke!
You dare hit ?”
Blazing with anger and no longer caring about his image, swearing was a subconscious reaction.
British people may have a gentlemanly deanor now, but deep down they are still of the pirate nature, cruel and wicked, only too cunning to be easily seen.
Now, at this critical juncture of life and death, the Minister of Intelligence finally couldn’t help but curse.
“Have the folks at the Directorate-General for External Security gone mad!
You two…”
The Minister of Intelligence was truly enraged, and he began to rampage.
Just two neighbors, who had fought in the past, aren’t exactly friends now but are important mbers of the community’s executive committee.
Usually, they have many interests in common, but when it cos to their own family’s interests, they’ll certainly engage in a covert struggle within the rules.
But now, one of these neighbors had wielded a weapon and started smashing up the other’s house.
The aning of this was now quite different.
But now, Gao Yi claid he was from the CIA, and CIA people are essentially the developers of the community.
The Minister of Intelligence felt that Gao Yi was insulting his intelligence, but wasn’t Gao Yi also giving him a way out?
However, blinded by rage, the Minister hadn’t realized it.
Gao Yi slapped him rcilessly and said sternly, “I am CIA!”
Knowing is one thing, admitting is another.
Gao Yi said arrogantly, “Know why we caught you?”
The Minister of Intelligence was extrely angry, he didn’t want to answer Gao Yi’s question.
Of course, he really didn’t know why.
“Because of Iron Fist George.”
Gao Yi still didn’t know what Iron Fist George had actually done, but as he ntioned the na Iron Fist George, he intermittently tapped on the Minister’s face with his finger, saying with extre arrogance, “Don’t you know what Iron Fist George has done?”
The Minister of Intelligence was genuinely baffled but enveloped by a surge of anger.
What on earth had Iron Fist George done?
How did Iron Fist George manage to provoke the French into sending out foreigners and won?
The Minister of Intelligence said in astonishnt, “He…
what’s happened to him?”
“I ca to tell you, you let Iron Fist George cause trouble, we’ll directly deal with you!”
With each word, he hit his face, not too hard, but certainly painful enough to feel, more than that, a severe sense of humiliation.
The Minister of Intelligence was going mad, on the verge of exploding.
“Stop hitting!
Bastard!
What on earth do you want!”
The desire to survive was suppressed, the Minister of Intelligence just wanted to find out what was happening.
Unfortunately, Gao Yi really didn’t know.
So Gao Yi slapped the back of the Minister’s head hard and then said sternly, “Cut the crap, if you don’t want to die, take us sowhere safe.
We aren’t here for your life, just to warn you.
Now we are letting you go, but how can you guarantee our safety?
If you say it’s okay, then fine, but if not, heh…”
The Minister of Intelligence took out his phone, steering with one hand, he dialed with the other.
Once soone answered, he shouted, “Order your n to back off; I’m being held hostage now, what’s the point of following us, trying to get killed?”
The call was on speakerphone, the self-awareness of a hostage.
Sowhere from the phone, a person spoke with extre tension and helplessness, “Sir, are you alright?”
“Save your nonsense.”
The Minister of Intelligence knew what was going on, aware that Gao Yi and Emily were sent by France.
Given the current situation, the UK and France couldn’t possibly start a war or let things escalate too much.
Although he didn’t understand why the French dared to take him hostage, in the end, they would certainly not kill him.
So, the Minister was sowhat reassured about his safety.
Yet, the fact that his movents could be tracked indicated a major internal problem within the Military Intelligence Sixth Departnt.
But the most pressing and realistic trouble was to escape first, so the Minister said irritably, “Your n need to pull back, I’ll talk to them.
My safety will not be an issue, but you can’t put any more pressure on them, that’s that.”
After hanging up the phone, the Minister looked at Gao Yi and said, “This farce should end now.
You can leave on your own, but I hope you understand, no more playing with fire!
Don’t add fuel to the fire, your actions could cause serious consequences!”
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