บท 319: Mayday Mayday Mayday

As the helicopter flew over the city of London, Alexander and Sevastian were breathing a sigh of relief as they were able to escape the pandemonium that is wreaking havoc in the capital of the Britannia Empire.

They were peering down from the window and despite the continuous drumming sound of the rotor blades of the helicopter, they could still hear gunshots being fired here and there.

"This is looking like a coordinated attack. The Black Hand really did make huge preparations for this event," Alexander commented. 

"You're right, Your Majesty. This is what we are fearing. The attack of the Black Hand. This is a great opportunity for them and they didn't waste it," Sevastian remarked and continued. "Well, as long as we get to our ship it's all over for the Black Hand. We will leave this country and return to Lithuania," he paused and looked at Rolan. "Right?" 

Rolan's eyes were cast down as he removed his finger from his earpiece.