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I took a shower, changed my clothes and sat on the sofa for less than ten minutes when the doorbell rang.
After opening the door, William saw the hotel manager and several policemen standing at the door with their hands on their holsters. The leading policeman stepped forward and said in a kind tone, "Mr. William Devonshire?"
"Yes," William replied with a nod.
The police officer took out his ID and said to William, "Mr. William Devonshire, we are Montenegro police. My name is Del Toro, and this is my ID."
These policemen must have just asked the hotel security and had a general idea of what happened in the hotel, so they were still polite to William and did not point guns at him.
William took the police's ID and checked it. After checking it clearly, he returned it to the leading policeman and said, "I need to wait for my lawyer and the people from the British Foreign Office to come. Gentlemen, you should know from the hotel security that I am not a criminal, but a victim.
I will only answer your questions in the presence of my lawyer and the embassy staff. Perhaps we could come in for a drink and wait?"
The leading policeman thought for a moment. He had indeed asked the hotel security downstairs and knew that none of the guests in the hotel were injured or killed today because of William. So he was very polite to William and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Devonshire, we can wait for the foreign affairs people to come."
William politely invited the policemen in. As soon as they entered, they saw the Glock 17 and magazine holster William placed on the table, and immediately became nervous.
William instructed the hotel manager: "Please pour some drinks for each officer, thank you."
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire," the hotel manager hurried to the bar in the room, poured drinks for everyone, and asked them what they wanted to drink.
William watched as the policemen became nervous when they saw the gun on the table. Two of the policemen put their hands on the holsters at their waists again. William hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, gentlemen. There are no bullets in the gun."
Del Toro went to check the Glock 17 on the table, but William hurriedly said, "Officer Del Toro, I think you should wear gloves."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Devonshire," Del Toro nodded quickly to express his gratitude. Although he looked calm now, he was actually very nervous after seeing William. These police officers who had entered the hotel were scared to death by the scenes on the street and in the hotel.
The streets were littered with corpses. Twelve people in the hotel lobby and the second-floor restaurant were killed by one-shot headshots. Six people on the side wall of the hotel were also killed by one-shot headshots. The rest were killed by 4a1 point-fire.
Del Toro had never seen so many corpses in all his years as a policeman. The hotel security said that all these people were killed by the young man in front of him who looked gentle and amiable.
Del Toro swore with his beautiful wife that if the police chief had not forced him to question William, he would never have come up to see William.
He felt his heart almost stop when this killer looked at him.
The situation became even more serious when his men reported the situation over del Toro's intercom. Del Toro felt that he was talking to William as if he were talking to Satan, or the Satan who was roaring at him.
"Sisi, Sisi, Sheriff, Sheriff, I got it, please reply, over."
"This is Del Toro, over," Del Toro said, holding the walkie-talkie.
"Sir, I think we need to notify the Foreign Affairs and Special Affairs departments. We found IDs and passports on some of the bodies. Most of them are Albanians who entered the country illegally. They are probably mercenaries. And the Sheriff, we need support. There are too many dead, and we are overwhelmed."
"There are eight people in our team. Isn't the gunfight over? Why do we need reinforcements? How many of them died?" Del Toro said. This was probably what he wanted to know most now.
"Forty people have been confirmed dead. Two guys lying on the opposite street were lucky. They were shot several times but survived. They are just unconscious. Sheriff, we need backup. We are really overwhelmed. Two new recruits have already vomited," complained the police officer.
But now Del Toro has no time to pay attention to his men. He was scared by what his men said and was sweating profusely. When he first came up, he thought there were only more than 20 of them, but he didn't expect that there were more than 40 mercenaries holding AKs.
But now these guys are all dead, all killed by the young man in front of him who was sipping a glass of whiskey. More than forty mercenaries with AKs died just like that. Is today April Fool's Day, or am I dreaming?
"Hey, hey, Sheriff, are you still listening?"
Del Toro wiped the sweat from his face and said into the intercom, "I know. Hunter, tell all the guys nearby to come to the hotel and call everyone who is resting at home or on vacation. Yes, Hunter, you are right. We need support."
After turning off the intercom, del Toro glanced at the Glock 17 on the table and cautiously asked William, "Mr. Devonshire, may I ask where your other guns are?"
"Let's wait until the people from the Foreign Affairs Embassy arrive. I won't answer any questions before they come. And I think you'd better not worry about this matter. Someone will come to handle it," William said while drinking.
Del Toro was somewhat helpless. He didn't dare to offend the killer in front of him. He just had to wait. Even if he took William to the police station, he still had to wait for the people from the foreign affairs embassy.
After waiting for 15 minutes, the foreign affairs embassy and lawyer arrived. After shaking hands and greeting each other, the foreign affairs embassy person said to William:
"Mr. Devonshire, you can come with us to the Foreign Affairs Office to rest. You can leave everything else to us. We have just received a notice from London. Everything is based on protecting your safety."
When Del Toro heard that William was going to the Foreign Affairs Office, he quickly said, "Not now. We still have something to ask Mr. Devonshire. He can't leave now." Del Toro knew that if William went to the Foreign Affairs Office, they would have no chance of questioning him.
The lawyer of the foreign affairs embassy came forward and said to Del Toro: "Officer, you can tell me anything. Mr. William Devonshire has the foreign affairs authorization of England.
Mr. Devonshire is now an English citizen with foreign affairs rights. You have no right to detain him. If there are any problems, we will contact your country's foreign affairs department. This matter is no longer under your jurisdiction, officer."
Del Toro knew he couldn't do anything about it when he heard the diplomatic department intervene. He said with a mixture of helplessness and relief, "Okay, even if I can't do anything about Mr. Devonshire, I need him to hand over the weapons he used today. This is the procedure.
I have the right to ask Mr. Devonshire to cooperate with us and hand over the weapons he used today. He has no right to use weapons in Montenegro, and I think Mr. Devonshire should not carry weapons anymore. What do you think?
Del Toro now dares not let William carry a weapon again. He wishes he could drive William out of Montenegro immediately and never let him come back.
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