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Chapter 180 The Silver Bullet (Please Subscribe)
"Gulp...Deyang..."

Van Basten swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "What should we do?"

He's just an ordinary player; even with talent, he's still afraid of bombs.

After reading the letter, he even doubted the safety of the hotel building.

Lu Deyang took out a pen from his inner pocket, casually wrote a phone number on Basten's hand, handed him the letter and said, "This is the phone number of Giulio Andreatti, secretary of the Italian Prime Minister's Office. Call them and explain the current situation, don't miss a single word."

"And you, Deyang?"

"Basten asked."

Give me your mobile phone.

Lu Deyang said.

Van Basten took out a smaller mobile phone and handed it to Lu Deyang; it was clearly a new model that he hadn't bought for long.

Lu Deyang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, and remember to tell Mr. Andreasti your cell phone number so he can contact me."

Lu Deyang picked up a guidebook from the counter, took off his watch and placed it on the table, then dialed the number he had just seen.

A few seconds later, the other party answered the phone and asked rudely, "So, are you ready to agree to our conditions?"

"Hello, I'm Lu Deyang," Lu Deyang said.

The other party fell silent.

After about 5 seconds, he asked, "What's the point of the big star calling us? Didn't you convey our demands to them?"

"Because I wasn't sure if it was a prank, of course I had to call to confirm."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

"Do you think it's true now?"

"That's what they asked."

"To be honest, I can't be sure. First of all, if you want to threaten the Italian government, you need to have such a thing in your possession. Since you said you planted a few bombs, at least tell me the location so that the Scotland Yard police can confirm that what they found is threatening and then inform the Italian government. Only then can the Italian government agree to your conditions. They can't just listen to whatever you say, right?"

Lu Deyang asked with a smile.

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone.

After a brief commotion, someone else answered the phone. The person on the other end said, "You're right, big star. We originally wanted to detonate a bomb to put pressure on them, but since you're willing to call and discuss this, we'll give you face and tell you a location. You've saved a lot of people, but unfortunately, the British won't thank you..."

“Okay, please go ahead,” Lu Deyang said.

“Kingsbury High School,” the other person said.

Lu Deyang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Kingsbury, is that how it's spelled?"

"That's it. Just have the police go check out the school cafeteria and you'll see," the other person said impatiently.

"Okay, I'll have them confirm."

Lu Deyang said.

Damn it, it's Friday. British students don't get summer holidays; they get spring and autumn holidays.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Deyang borrowed a fairly detailed map and finally found the secondary school on the edge of the Chelsea-Kensington district.

The phone call mentioned detonation, so it should be the same detonator used to kill Officer Falcone. I saw it on TV; its effective range is about 5 kilometers. To ensure the remote control device is effective, they certainly wouldn't stay more than 5 kilometers away from the school.

Following the map's scale, Lu Deyang drew a circle with a radius of about 5 kilometers around Kingsbury High School. His eyelids twitched involuntarily. There was Hunter Town Football Club, a hospital, and Firth Town Elementary School nearby.

Further afield are high schools, hospitals, and even aquariums; no matter where they are hidden, they are not easy to find.

A 5-kilometer area is too large.

Steam whistle!
The Brent River is nearby, but it's not a popular tourist destination.

Many tourists visiting London choose to take a sightseeing cruise on the Thames River.

Lu Deyang found the shipping company's phone number and called to confirm that tourists had chartered a cruise ship to tour the Brent River. In addition, the ship was near St. Andrew's Church in Kingsbury at 10:15 a.m., and he heard the ship's horn 20 seconds later.

6.8 km!

There is a certain distance between the two places, which is good.

Draw a circle with the church as the center; the intersection of the two circles is their possible hiding place.

The area is an upscale residential area; we can't just rent it to Italians.

So that means there are a few hotels within this area.

There were three in total. Lu Deyang looked up the phone numbers and dialed them, saying in Italian, "Good day, I'm the guest who borrowed the London map, but some parts of the map are damaged. Could you please replace it? ... No? Ah, I got the wrong number."

When Lu Deyang dialed again, he had only spoken halfway through his sentence when the other party asked, "Are you the guest in room 1202? Should I have someone deliver it to you?"

"No need, I've found the place I'm looking for, thank you!"

Lu Deyang said.

I circled the Hilton London Wembley Hotel.

Basten, who had finished his call long ago, sat on the side watching for a while, and asked with some curiosity, "Dejan, what are you doing?"

"I have some middle school math, but luckily I'm a good student."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

Just then, Basten's phone rang.

Giulio Andreotti said somewhat impatiently, "Thank God, Dejan, you finally answered the phone."

“Mr. Andreasti, they planted a bomb at Kingsbury High School. Those people live in room 1202 of the Hilton London Wembley Hotel.”

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

Silence fell on the other end of the phone.

"Really, really?"

"Andreas asked."

"Yes, you should contact Scotland Yard and I'll explain the situation to them."

Lu Deyang said.

“Okay, okay, I’ll contact them right away!” Giulio Andreotti said quickly and hung up the phone.

Van Basten, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

"De, Deyang, how did you know?"

Van Basten asked the question he was most curious about.

Lu Deyang pointed to the map and watch on the table and explained his thinking, then clarified the purpose of asking the question in Italian earlier.

"Aren't you afraid of any coincidences? There have been quite a few Italians traveling to the UK recently."

Van Basten asked.

"Yes, that's why I used a Sicilian accent. I've heard quite a few Sicilian accents while living in Calabria, and the receptionist didn't have any objections to the accent. This should minimize the chances of making a mistake. Most of the wealthy people in Sicily are mafia members. It's unlikely that they would deliberately stay in the place I'm guessing, or that they're bomb criminals."

Lu Deyang said.

Van Basten gave a thumbs up.

Although it's not certain that it will be useful, Lu Deyang's ability to determine these things in such a short time through a single phone call is truly admirable.

He felt that even if Lu Deyang didn't play football and continued his studies, he would definitely make a name for himself in the future.

Damn, a genius is a genius, no matter where they are.

Lu Deyang smiled and nodded.

Do you really think he watched over 1000 episodes of "Detective Conan" for nothing?

The excuse he used when he called first was to confirm it wasn't a prank. This wouldn't make the other party suspicious. If it were Scotland Yard, the other party would be very careful and wouldn't get as much information.

Sometimes, a player's identity is a disguise.

Like those Neapolitans who used Maradona to host parties and make deals at those parties.

The image of the player as brainless and womanizing is deeply ingrained in people's minds, even among Sicilians.

Otherwise, why would they convey their demands through Lu Qiuwang? It's not like Lu Qiuwang is the only one who has met the Italian Prime Minister. It's because they were afraid of problems arising when contacting Scotland Yard or some official departments.

They wouldn't be afraid if there was only one player.

We should really thank those bastards Totti and Maradona for speaking up for the players in the newspapers.

"Let's go to the court."

Lu Deyang stood up and said.

Van Basten stared wide-eyed and asked, "You still have the mood to play football?"

Lu Deyang laughed, picked up the pager and shook it, saying, "What can we do now? The competition has already started, and Mr. Zoff probably wants to kill you right now."

"Why not kill you?"

Van Basten asked.

"We missed the match together. Considering the difference in our strengths, something must have happened to you that dragged me down!"

Lu Deyang said.

Van Basten's eyes widened again.

He was a little bit unable to understand.

No wonder Paolo Maldini was so afraid of seeing Lu Deyang.

Sometimes this guy can be really infuriating.

"Look at your cell phone, Scotland Yard should be sending you news soon," Lu Deyang said.

Van Basten had no choice but to comply and get on the back of Lu Deyang's motorcycle.

He felt that Lu Deyang was simply an enigma.

Van Basten admitted that he is not very good at judging people when making friends.

He thought they were good friends, but he discovered that he didn't know Lu Deyang at all.

It's strange, though. He only occasionally calls Lu Deyang, yet he feels like he has a very good relationship with Lu Deyang.

Van Basten believed that Lu Deyang was the cause of this incident.

Not long after, Van Basten's phone rang.

Lu Deyang stopped the car and answered the phone.

"Director? You're welcome, it's just a small favor..."

……

"There is still no news about Dejan and Van Basten, and Zoff doesn't know where they are either."

"Beckenbauer fielded a defensive line of Blanc, the Baresi brothers, and Bergomi, which caused some difficulties for the Serie A All-Stars. The game has now been going on for 30 minutes, and the score is 2-2. Both sides have been playing with some intensity since the start, and today's game is getting exciting."

"Yes, both teams have top-tier players, and neither wants to lose face. They both want to win today's game and prove that they are no worse than their opponents."

"The European All-Stars' defense is stronger than the Italian All-Stars' defense. It's a pity that Matthäus isn't there. If Matthäus were there, Maradona wouldn't have had so many opportunities to perform."

No sooner had Rossi finished speaking than a motorcycle flew out of the players' tunnel.

The silver front of the car pierced the languid London afternoon, looking like a silver bullet in the sunlight.

Almost instantly, Wembley Stadium was ablaze.

Some fans even thought it was a specially arranged program.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Suzuki Group's top executives went on a wild celebration in their offices, practically bowing to Lu Deyang several times.

Damn, it's going to sell like hotcakes again!

"Deyang!!!"

"Deyang!!!"

"Deyang!!!"

Zoff's eyes widened, his face filled with joy.

Redondo and Maradona on the field also breathed a sigh of relief.

Rijkaard's face immediately turned ugly.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the princess covered her mouth in surprise, trying not to cry.

She was so worried.

As the motorcycle landed, Basten was jolted up and fell sideways onto the grass in a somewhat disheveled manner, while Lu Deyang remained steadily on the motorcycle, looking incredibly cool.

Lu Deyang, having taken off his helmet, shrugged and said, "I told you to hold on tight, but it's your own fault for being careless."

"Deyang, you've arrived!"

Zoff walked up with a smile and helped Lu Deyang get off the motorcycle.

Lu Deyang quickly got out of the car and pushed it aside. He waved to the stands before reminding the fourth official, "The game is still going on, don't worry about me."

The fourth official then waved his hand vigorously at the referee, telling him to stop watching and let the players resume the game.

"Haha, that's Dejan's style after all. I wonder why he came to the stadium with Van Basten. It looks like the two of them might be in some trouble."

Rossi laughed and said, "As someone who gets up at 4 a.m. to pick oranges, it's impossible for Dejan to oversleep."

“I think so too, but Dejan himself clarified that he doesn’t get up in the morning to shake oranges.”

“Young man, you don’t understand Chinese humility at all. Even if it really is an egg, Dejan won’t admit it. That’s just how Chinese people are,” Rossi said confidently.

"what's the situation?"

Mancini quickly pushed his teammate aside and made Lu Deyang sit down next to him.

"I'll tell you later, there are some things."

Lu Deyang said.

Although the matter has been resolved, it's not appropriate to discuss it here.

Otherwise, with everyone in a state of panic, what's the point of kicking anything?

As soon as Van Basten sat down, Zoff called out, "Marco, get up and warm up, someone's injured."

The Dutch striker walked to the sidelines with a hint of frustration. How could he have gotten injured so soon after arriving in Francescoli?

Not long after, the Uruguayan prince was helped off the field and sat down next to Lu Deyang.

Lu Deyang asked, "Is it because you're too tired?"

They're all fairly familiar faces in the league.

"No, the pitch is too worn out, especially the grass inside the penalty area," Francescoli complained. "That's why I twisted my ankle, but thankfully it's not serious."

Lu Deyang nodded.

The UK has a lot of rain, and many teams had vegetable gardens after the Premier League started. It was only later, when smaller teams had more money, that they started installing drainage systems and introducing high-quality mixed turf in their stadiums.

"The attack has intensified since you arrived. Maradona wants to show off in front of you," Mancini remarked, pointing at the field.

"Diego is indeed not one to give up easily."

Lu Deyang said.

What kind of person was Maradona?

He admitted that he was not as good as Pelé, but when it came to the selection, he disagreed with the idea that Pelé was ranked ahead of him.

You can beat him to a pulp on the field, but you can't outdo him when it comes to rankings.

Whether it's a sense of honor or vanity, it's a good thing for the players.

In competitive sports, the worst thing is to give up without any ambition. Even if you're just trying your best to get into the cafeteria, that's fine too.

The King of Land Balls couldn't disappoint today either.

He opted for the lottery directly.

[Your good brother, Viljoward, dislikes pointless actions and always uses the simplest and most effective methods to defend against opponents on the field. Therefore, we have selected a player who makes many unnecessary movements while playing. Ding! You have obtained a 2011-2012 Brazilian Serie A match, Santos vs. Palmeiras, Neymar da Silva Santos Junior.]

Horse!

If he played like he always does, his skill level would definitely be more than just dominating the entire field.

But the King of Land Balls might not be so lucky.

Neymar is indeed very talented, with no major physical weaknesses, and his ball control is top-notch.

Even if Lu Qiuwang uses Neymar, he won't embarrass himself.

Otherwise, to truly impress Maradona and others, you'd need someone at Pelé's level.

The match went into halftime with the score tied at 2-2.

Lu Deyang followed him into the locker room.

This is the first time I've played with players from so many other Serie A teams.

Maradona asked directly, "Why are you late? I thought you were injured."

Van Basten looked directly at Lu Deyang, unsure of what to say.

"He got up late, and as for Marco, he's a habitual drinker."

Lu Deyang said with a smile. Maradona nodded with some skepticism.

Baggio, however, simply did not believe it.

He felt there must be something going on here.

"Today's opponent is quite strong, you'll come on in the second half," Maradona said directly.

Pagliuca nodded in agreement.

Lu Deyang became the focus of attention in the locker room without even kicking the ball for a minute.

Zoff watched for a while and said, "Since everyone wants Dejan to play, let Dejan play in the second half. Is it okay for Enzo to come off the field?"

Enzo Shiff nodded.

He knew very well that the captain of the Belgian national team wasn't exactly a main character either.

Many star players are waiting to play with Lu Deyang.

"Pass the ball to us more in the second half, and Dejan and I will definitely crush them."

Maradona turned to Baggio and said.

Baggio smiled and nodded.

Okay, you can take it.

Whether it's him, Maradona, or Lu Deyang, they are all ball-dominant players.

After playing half the game, Baggio felt that he was not a good fit for Maradona's team.

If Roberto Baggio didn't dribble, he wouldn't be Baggio.

Redondo curled his lip on the side. Who to pass it to was entirely up to him.
Before long, someone invited everyone to go out and have fun. Anyway, it was the holidays coming up, and since there were no European matches, we should definitely go out and relax.

"Let's talk about that later, I have other things to do."

Lu Deyang smiled and politely declined.

Ms. Spencer must be worried about arriving at the stadium so late today.

Lu Deyang needs to have a good talk with her tonight.

After a 15-minute halftime break, Lu Deyang and his teammates returned to the sidelines. The fourth official immediately raised the substitution board, and both teams made some substitutions.

Friendly matches offer more substitution opportunities, allowing star players to experience the game.

"Both sides made several substitutions at once: Gascoigne replaced Brolin, McClair replaced Amoros, Waller replaced McAllister, Klinsmann replaced Papin, and Schmeichel replaced David Seaman."

"Some fans may not know what happened, but Yugoslavia was stripped of its chance to participate in the European Championship, and Denmark was promoted to one of the eight teams in the finals. Schmeichel and his teammates will participate in the European Championship. Another thing is that Denmark's biggest star, Michael Laudrup, refused the national team's call-up. It seems that the Barcelona star player has not yet recovered from the shadow of losing to Dejan."

"Of course, the most important thing is that Dejan came on and replaced Enzo Sheffield. The course of the game will be interesting from here on out."

Rossi said with a smile.

Watching the star players team up today, I really feel that none of them are as strong as Sampdoria.

Lu Deyang's decisiveness is far greater than that of players with similar fame.

These exhibition matches are mainly for the enjoyment of the fans; an offensive, back-and-forth style of play is fine.

Lu Deyang didn't participate much in defense either. At the start of the second half, when Caniggia passed the ball to Van Basten, Lu Deyang immediately made a forward run.

Van Basten quickly passed the ball to Baggio on the right wing, and Rijkaard immediately rushed over.

His defensive ability is very strong.

However, it was impossible to stop Baggio in a one-on-one situation.

Blanco clearly knew this too, and quickly rushed forward to help defend.

Baggio feigned a breakthrough and then passed the ball to Redondo, who then passed it back to Baggio, who was making a forward run.

A simple one-two pass allowed Baggio to easily get rid of the defense.

This one-two pass, combined with off-the-ball player runs, can easily disrupt the opponent's defense.

Baggio, upon regaining possession, didn't hold onto the ball for long; he immediately turned and delivered a long pass to the left wing.

Snapped--

Lu Deyang simply turned around, and the ball bounced off his back and towards Maradona, who was running up. Maradona quickly passed the ball back to the left wing.

Gullit rushed to the wing to defend against Lu Deyang.

Lu Deyang did not hesitate.

Click—Step forward with your left foot, and toss the ball over your back with your feet.

Rainbow Crossing the Sky!!!

This action instantly ignited the entire Wembley Stadium.

Lu Deyang certainly didn't disappoint today.

A somewhat annoyed Gullit tried to reach out and pull at Lu Deyang's jersey, but he was too big and was a step too late, allowing Lu Deyang to take the ball and charge forward.

Maradona, Van Basten, and Caniggia—there are three supporting players in front.

This was the first time Lu Deyang had fought such a costly battle.

His gaze fell on Caniggia on the right wing. He dribbled the ball through the middle, but then suddenly stopped and executed a Genoa spin, flicking the ball to the left wing.

After this whole ordeal, McClair was completely devastated.

He felt very stupid.

He turned his head and watched as the ball rolled directly towards the left side of the penalty area.

Maradona reacted quickly, but Schmeichel was also swift this time, diving to his side and slamming the ball under his body before Maradona's powerful calves could reach it.

Lu Deyang couldn't help but marvel.

The Danes' reaction speed is truly impressive.

He was indeed the best goalkeeper in the world at that time.

Schmeichel and Van der Sar together carried two generations of Manchester United's dynasties.

While De Gea was decent, he was still far behind those goalkeepers in terms of goalkeeping ability, consistency, performance in major tournaments, not to mention leadership.

A quiet goalkeeper cannot be a defensive leader.

Maradona turned around and gave a thumbs up; he had almost been fooled by that ball.

I was just trying it out with the intention of giving it a shot, but I never expected to learn from Lu Deyang.

If Juventus had teammates like that in Napoli, they wouldn't win a single game.

"Damn it, you all better watch out!" Schmeichel cursed instinctively, then immediately gave an awkward laugh.

The Baresi brothers waved their hands dismissively.

They all felt that this goalkeeper was very good, and that they could talk to the team about trying to sign him from Manchester United when they returned.

Schmeichel threw the ball out, Gullit received it but was pressed and immediately passed it to Gascoigne, who then started charging forward with the ball.

This British star clearly wanted to make a good impression on his hometown fans.

Lu Deyang jogged back, and Maradona immediately rushed past him.

This guy's defensive attitude is quite good; Gascoigne will suffer if he doesn't pass the ball.

Before Redondo could even pounce, Maradona slid in from the side and snatched the ball away from Gascoigne's feet.

Redondo received the ball and passed it to Maradona, who had just gotten up.

Lu Deyang quickly moved forward from the wing.

Maradona's body moved with incredible rhythm when he dribbled the ball. He was short and stout, but he adjusted his center of gravity very quickly. McClair was easily beaten by him in one move.

The Dutch duo wanted to teach Maradona a lesson together.

However, their centers of gravity were too high.

This made Maradona, who originally wanted to pass the ball, change his mind. He dribbled past the two players himself, made a series of small feints, squeezed between them, and then made a run forward through the middle.

Seeing this, Van Basten chose to move to the right wing to receive the ball, but Maradona passed it to the left wing before he even reached the top of the box.

"Defense!!"

Beckenbauer shouted anxiously.

It's ridiculous that Lu Deyang had no defenders around him.

Franco Baresi quickly stepped in front of Lu Deyang, constantly adjusting his position.

Lu Deyang wasn't in a hurry. He dribbled diagonally and waited for the right moment to kick the ball.

Baresi was still a step too slow.

boom--

The ball went straight through Baresi's legs and headed for the right side of the goal. It was so close that Schmeichel didn't have enough time to position himself. He could only fall to the ground near the goal and watch the ball bounce off the right post and into the net.

"Deyang!!!"

"Dejan scored a brilliant goal as soon as he came on. Maradona's assist was quite important for this goal, but even if he had passed the ball to Dejan without dribbling past his opponents, Dejan could have still dribbled past them and scored."

"Dejan scored two goals in one shot, fooling Baresi. However, Dejan still went over and patted Baresi on the arm to comfort him. When playing football, Dejan uses his endless imagination to turn his opponents into a backdrop, but after scoring a goal, Dejan will not humiliate any opponent."

Baresi looked at Lu Deyang with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

There's nothing I can do even if I want to get angry.

People came over to comfort him, and besides, it was just a warm-up match, so he could only smile and nod.

"Beautiful, Dejan!"

Maradona pointed at Lu Deyang and shouted.

Lu Deyang smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Playing with a player like that makes the game much easier.

Paolo Maldini, standing in the backfield, wore a gloating smile, sensing that his old captain was probably going to have a tough time today.

Fortunately, he was on the same team as Lu Deyang.

It's so much easier now that we've gone from being opponents to teammates.

Ma Paul had long since lost the tension he felt in the first half, because he felt that they would win the game no matter what.

That guy has no chance of losing.

I really don't know who can defeat such a terrifying opponent.

……

Just two minutes later, Lu Deyang received another pass from Baggio, dribbled past four defenders in front of the penalty area, and sent the ball into the goal.

Zoff smiled on the sidelines.

What an easy match!

At this moment, he was actually a little envious of Boskov for having such a player under his command.

No wonder Mancini said Sampdoria's tactic was to pass the ball to Lu Deyang.

If the team has a player like that, why not just pass the ball to him?

Does it make a difference whether Baggio or Chopper passes the ball?

He even suspected that Lu Deyang hadn't transferred and was still at Reggina, who had now won the Champions League.

too strong!
Bergomi and the Baresi brothers were no different from ordinary defenders in front of him.

This gave Zoff an absurd idea: when he leads the team to face Sampdoria next season, he should simply rotate the squad and let the key players rest.

Since we can't win anyway, we might as well take this opportunity to let our key players recover their physical condition and prepare for the next match.

However, this is something we can only dream about.

Even if he were willing, the fans wouldn't.

If you can't win, that's one thing, but if you just start playing aggressively, that's a matter of attitude.

"Guys, let's cheer up!" Giuseppe Baresi shouted. "If we get wiped out today, we'll become the biggest laughingstock."

He finally made it back to the Italian national team, and he doesn't want to become a burden to the team.

"Captain, I want to too..."

Bergomi said somewhat dejectedly.

It's not that he didn't try hard enough, it's that his opponents were too outrageous.

Even after being his opponent for so long, he still couldn't figure out Lu Deyang's rhythm.

So much has changed! Every game is different.

Every time he faced Lu Deyang, he needed to readjust and judge what Lu Deyang's style would be like that day.

Oh shit.

That really does happen.

When Lu Deyang turned around just now, he took a closer look at Lu Deyang's neck.

I really want to find the switch for the robot in Lu Deyang.

Giuseppe Baresi waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay, let's try our best and at least not make the game too embarrassing."

Bergomi and Baresi both nodded vigorously in agreement.

Schmeichel felt that these temporary teammates were quite good.

Even if they go to Manchester United, the boss would probably still like them.

Of course, this is something you can only think about.

It is very difficult for the English First Division to bring in players from the Italian First Division.

The match restarted, and the Dutch gave up on Gascoigne.

Gascoigne had offended them before because of internal strife, and now that he's not passing the ball, they have no reason to give it to Gascoigne again.

Beckenbauer's face was quite a sight.

He realized this too.

But they are the British superstars, and they are playing at home. You can't just substitute them after less than ten minutes in the second half.

Even if you don't like the British, there's no need to make trouble for yourself.

If he really does that, the British media will thoroughly disgust him after the match.

It would be better to leave Gascoigne on the field alone; the media will then find problems with the players themselves.

Knowing he couldn't win was still a bit of a disappointment, as he had made a lot of preparations for the match.

If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off bringing Matthäus into the All-Star team.

That kid could handle Maradona or Baggio, if not Lu Deyang.

Add two Dutchmen, and you have the best defensive midfield in history.

The two players were already unfamiliar with each other, and Redondo easily intercepted the ball without passing it to Gascoigne.

Upon looking up, he immediately turned sideways and kicked out at Lu Deyang.

The European All-Stars sprinted back like madmen, but Lu Deyang got there first, stopping the ball just outside the penalty area and starting again almost immediately.

He easily dribbled past Bergomi, then his right foot swept across the ball, followed by a half-step to shield it before twisting and chipping the ball over his shoulder.

Snapped--

Van Basten received the ball just outside the right post and easily headed it into the goal.

He was just about to celebrate with Lu Deyang when he saw Lu Deyang's expression change as he stood at the bottom line.

Lu Deyang ignored his teammates, lifted his foot and vigorously rubbed the soil on the grass with his toes. Van Basten's expression immediately changed, but he still held back from shouting.

After a few kicks, Lu Deyang simply bent down and dug with his hands, and soon a black travel bag was revealed.

Lu Deyang stepped aside to block the bag, unzipped it, glanced at it, and quietly zipped it back up. He then picked up the bag and ran towards his team's restricted area.

After switching halves, Francescoli was still in the game in the first half, but now he's injured in his own penalty area.

"Deyang..."

Paliuka opened her mouth hesitantly.

“Is there any part that’s a bit soft? There’s something wrong with what’s inside,” Lu Deyang said.

Pagliuca immediately shut up, bent down, and started digging. He dug in the small penalty area.

Damn, they were buried in different locations on both sides.

At this moment, Lu Deyang also remembered that the hotel where those people were staying was not far from Wembley Stadium.

But this isn't a remote-controlled bomb, it's a time bomb.

Because of the presence of European royalty in the stands, security is extremely tight, and any unauthorized packages will be dealt with immediately.

No wonder they were so confident; the players from both teams were their hostages, and they had planted these things in the two penalty areas beforehand...

(End of this chapter)