Chapter 3647 Fatty Su's Depression

Lin Feng called Suleiman. Although he didn't know if the call could be dialed, it was always okay to try. Unexpectedly, Suleiman's call was able to be dialed. "Lin Feng, today's incident was caused by the negligence of my security." After Suleiman answered the phone, he unexpectedly apologized to Lin Feng. Lin Feng originally wanted to blame Suleiman, but since he had apologized, there was no point in blaming him. "This incident happened suddenly and has nothing to do with you. Well, I don't have time to talk to you about these gossips. Where are you being controlled now?" Lin Feng asked. Suleiman nodded. Although Zawahiri did not tie him to the court like he did to others, he also sent people to put him under house arrest. There were only him and a few friends in the box, and the bodyguards around him had been beaten to death the moment al-Qaeda rushed in. These al-Qaeda members directly killed those who dared to resist, leaving no room at all. Fortunately, it was always because they saw Suleiman wearing an Arab robe that Suleiman was not beaten to death. However, the door of the box was locked so that he could not come out. As for the phone, it was not confiscated. This action was a blatant terrorist attack and there was no need to keep it secret. Therefore, it was not important whether the phone was confiscated or not. "Suleiman, can you get the architectural plan of the stadium?" Lin Feng asked. Stadium architectural plan? Suleiman frowned. He had no impression of this. Fortunately, he had the club manager with him. After asking, he got the answer. "Lin, the architectural plan of the stadium is in the office of this stadium. But we can't get it. There are seven aisles from here to the box where we are detained. Now our box door is blocked and we can't get out." Suleiman said helplessly, "By the way, why do you want this architectural plan? Lin, you are not really coming here!" Suleiman exclaimed. "Lin, you are not crazy! This matter is the responsibility of the British government, and they have the obligation to handle it perfectly. If you come here, you will only die. You have no idea how much Zawahiri hates you. Speaking of which, it is a bit helpless that if it were not for the hostility between you and me, I am afraid that even if I am an Arab, I would not be able to get such a great preferential treatment." Suleiman said with a wry smile. He and a few friends can now sit in this box, which is really thanks to his constant opposition to Lin Feng, which makes Zawahiri very appreciative. The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Although Zawahiri does not agree with Suleiman, he will not harm him too much. Otherwise, even if Suleiman is an Arab, he will not continue to sit in this box, enjoying fine wine and delicious food, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him. "Suleiman, can I not come? Zawahiri puts all the charges on me. If I don't come, 30,000 fans, the players of our two teams, and my good friend Prince William will all be killed. Can I not come?" Lin Feng asked. Suleiman moved his mouth and said nothing. To be honest, if he were in Lin Feng's position, he would never come. He would choose a reason to disappear for a few days and come out after the matter is over. Although he would be condemned by some public opinion, it is better than facing this matter directly and facing the danger of life like Lin Feng. People only have one life, especially for super rich people like them. They are reluctant to sacrifice here. "Lin Feng, I still want to advise you to find an excuse to hide. If you destroy the base of al-Qaeda, he will kill you!" Suleiman thought about it and reminded Lin Feng again. Although the two are opponents, they are not enemies. The two people seem to be fighting fiercely, but it does not mean that they are mortal enemies and they have to fight to the death. "Thank you for your kindness, Suleiman. But a real man has his own way and his own way. There are some things that I must do. So, no matter what, I will definitely come. Now, I just hope you can do me one thing, that is, to help me get the architectural drawings of Upton Park Stadium." Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "I owe you a favor." Suleiman frowned. This matter was too dangerous, and he instinctively wanted to refuse, but Lin Feng had already said so much.

He couldn't just refuse. "Well, I'll try. Without endangering my life, I'll try my best to get the architectural drawings." Suleiman said. Although Lin Feng was a little helpless about this, he also knew that this was Suleiman's bottom line. He couldn't let Suleiman go to get the drawings for himself at all costs. "Thank you very much! I'll wait for your good news!" Lin Feng said and hung up the satellite phone. Lin Feng's mobile phone was still not turned on to avoid being disturbed by the outside world. The most important thing now is how to save people. At this time, Suleiman on the other side began to rack his brains to think about how to get the drawings safely. "Mr. Suleiman, although the office where the drawings are stored is a bit far from us, it can actually be passed through the ventilation duct upstairs. I can draw a route map for you." The West Ham United manager coughed and said. Suleiman's eyes lit up. But then his eyes darkened. Who would go there with the route map? The manager was shot just now, and obviously couldn't go there. And he had a few friends. Are they willing to risk their lives to go there? Suleiman glanced over, and everyone shook their heads immediately. What a joke. They can stay here because of Suleiman. What if they are discovered when they pass through the ventilation duct? That would be a dead end. So, they are very clear here. Zawahiri seems to have brought only 87 people, but in fact, there are far more than that. They estimate that there are at least more than a hundred people. These people are hiding around these boxes, ready to ambush the counter-terrorist forces that come in. In this situation, they will not take risks. Anyway, it was Suleiman who promised Lin Feng, not them. Although Lin Feng's favor is worth it. But compared with life, it is not worth it. Bastard! Suleiman looked gloomy. These guys are too greedy for life and afraid of death. At this time, he really envied Lin Feng for being able to make some friends who can be friends with him in life and death. At this moment, he promised Lin Feng, so he had to try it. Moreover, this time was his home court, but he was attacked by Zawahiri, and he was also angry. You Zawahiri and Lin Feng have a grudge, and I have no objection to you taking revenge. But can't you wait until Lin Feng's home court to take revenge? There is a match this weekend. Although I really despise the London Derby, it is Lin Feng's home stadium. Can't we just rush in? As a result, raiding our own home stadium is simply damnable. "You guys help me cover, I'll go get the blueprint." Suleiman took the route map from the manager, looked at it, opened the ventilation duct, and slowly crawled in. To be honest, Suleiman is a bit fat, and the ventilation duct was almost blocked when he went in. Fortunately, Suleiman was wearing an Arab robe, which wrapped his whole body and had a lubricating effect, allowing Suleiman to move freely inside. Otherwise, if he changed his clothes, Suleiman would probably be stuck as soon as he went in. Then, let alone getting the blueprint, he would probably not be able to move. Move step by step. Suleiman carefully crawled slowly over the heads of those al-Qaeda members. Although the process was a bit thrilling, it finally did not alarm any al-Qaeda members. Finally, he successfully landed in the blueprint storage room. After searching for a while, Suleiman found the architectural blueprint of Upton Park Stadium. And there is a fax machine next to it. Damn it! How can I fax it to Lin Feng? Suleiman suddenly felt depressed. He didn't ask for Lin Feng's phone number, and he had just put his phone in the box. He was afraid that if someone called him halfway through the climb, he would be dead without a burial place. What should he do now? Climbing back, Suleiman looked at the thick stack of drawings in front of him and lost his mood. This Upton Park stadium is too old and has been renovated too many times. So there are a lot of drawings. It is impossible to carry such a thick stack of drawings through the ventilation duct. As for going over to get the phone and then coming back, the noise is too loud. And he has no physical strength. Although he was in good shape three months ago, with eight abdominal muscles, he has been lazy in the past three months. As a result, he quickly recovered after eating and drinking a lot. He got fat again. He was exhausted after climbing a circle. If he had to climb back and forth again, he would rather die. What should I do? Suleiman looked at the stack of drawings and felt depressed. (To be continued.)