Chapter 240 The End of Mrs. M

Whitby, a small town on the northern coast of England, has beautiful scenery and pleasant climate.

This is a relatively niche tourist destination in England. It’s not exactly crowded, but there are a lot of tourists.

Whitby does not have an airport and can only be reached by train or boat from Middlesbrough. At this time, on the train from Middlesbrough to Whitby, Bond, Mrs. M and her two

Bodyguards, a group of four occupied a booth.

There were no soft sleepers on the small train, so they had to make do with it, enduring the noise and chaos along the way. Fortunately, they finally arrived.

When the train arrived at the station, tourists holding small flags got off the train one after another, and the tour guide counted the number of people on the platform.

The most people on the small train are tourists coming here.

Mrs. M and her group finally got off the car, left the closed carriage, took a breath of fresh air, and finally felt a lot more comfortable.

"You know the place, just take us there."

Mrs. M said to one of the bodyguards that it was this bodyguard who took care of the last Bond’s funeral. No one knew better than him where Bond’s grave was.

The bodyguard promised to lead the way first.

"My family is not gone yet. As for my friends, I haven't been back for decades. Will I still have no friends?"

Thinking of the short time Bond spent with her, Mrs. M felt a sigh of relief.

One of the white figures was responsible for attracting the attention of the bodyguard, and the other one quickly grabbed Mrs. M's handbag and ran away in the blink of an eye. The one responsible for attracting attention was also very smart and did not rush behind the bodyguard at all.

When they were not far away, they turned a corner and ran away quickly.

Mrs. M was about to go over, but was stopped by the bodyguard. The bodyguard turned half sideways and protected Mrs. M in front of him, waiting for the inspection of another companion.

The two searched carefully under the tombstone, missing every trace.

The tombkeeper was taking a nap outside his big dilapidated house. The bodyguard in charge did not bother to wake me up, and led people to the back of James Bond's tomb.

"I'm sure I want to tell you something. Why should I tell you after death, but choose that way before death?"

There has never been a mistake at the station, and the bodyguards will never allow it to happen again accidentally.

Mrs. M asked for help from two bodyguards who were nearby. The two came over and moved the tombstone with Shi Shixian.

Mrs. M, however, has already made up her mind. As soon as I return to London, she will find a reason to get rid of Sheriff Shi Shixian.

"There are taxis over there, let's just take a taxi there."

After all, it is a tourist destination, so public transportation is still not available.

"That's not the case, ma'am."

Fortunately, the person just grabbed the bag. He must be a hostile element trying to benefit Mrs. M. I'm afraid he hasn't succeeded yet.

How could Mrs. M let go of such an obvious clue? She had already sent people to investigate, but nothing was found.

The bodyguard is very responsible and has been protecting Mrs. M since the first moment the white shadow appeared. However, the white shadow is not one, but two.

Another bodyguard walked around the far side of the cemetery. After seeing that the tombstone was not a tombstone, he could not confirm whether anyone else was hidden. Before confirming whether it was safe, he nodded to the bodyguard behind him.

One of the bodyguards was about to take out his phone and call the police, but Mrs. M stopped me.

Mrs. M was so angry that she was shaking all over. She knew how to describe her mood at this time. The two bodyguards beside me looked even more embarrassed.

"The two of them are here to help..."

The bodyguard reminded him with an expression on his face that there is a way. Tourist cities are not like that. The stations are full of thieves and the taxi drivers are all honest.

"Does Pierce have any other family or friends out there?"

The new Bond is thinking outside his mind, and the aging Mrs. M is also free.

"Forget it, don't make any noise, you have something out there, at least you just lost some money."

Mrs. M nodded: "I checked and found that the mail was not sent from that big town. I found out who it was. There was almost no surveillance there, and the mailbox was also sent by the other party."

"Look at that outside~~"

The new Bond nodded and walked over.

Thunder?

In order to avoid suspicion, two bodyguards stood more than ten steps away from us.

A group of people got into a taxi and said, "We have to take a detour to go to the cemetery."

Whitby took action, but the tombstone was made of a single stone and was very light.

Is it going to open?

Mrs. M took a few steps closer and looked at the tombstone. Under the tombstone was written the grave of Pierce Brosnan, and next to it was my mantra: Martini, shake well, stir.

"Have you checked your mail?" the new Bond reminds.

Mrs. M also saw that this was a sign of satisfaction, "It seems that the only option is to remove the tombstone."

Bond hates drinking martinis and always asks the bartender to shake them, but to stir them.

Outlines, inscriptions, strokes of letters~~

Realizing what his boss meant, the bodyguard put away the phone.

When the cross came, I discovered that it was the same type as the one sold in cultural and travel shops everywhere in town, and the words under the paper were exactly the same as Bond's catchphrase under the tombstone.

Everyone worked together, and the tombstone was not loose at all, and it looked like it was about to be lifted up.

Whitby pointed to a gap where the tombstones were connected, "There are obviously no traces of movement on the outside~"

What Mrs. M didn't expect was that as soon as we walked some distance away, a figure rushed over.

Maybe they were warned in advance, or maybe they felt that the two bodyguards were being mischievous. The driver was very cooperative, and there were no problems along the way. The group arrived at the destination with great danger.

Mrs. M looked at the tombstone and murmured.

The new Bond also took a few steps closer and took out the cross and the paper.

Mrs. M looked at Bond's tombstone and felt nothing.

"Contact the police immediately."

The bodyguard pointed out the location of Bond's tombstone to Mrs. M. The tombstone was located at the innermost part of the group of tombstones. It looked relatively new, but it was difficult to find.

The group of people left the station, and there was no expected convoy waiting. This time they came here entirely because of the mysterious email they received. Mrs. M didn't know what Bond's last gift would be, so he didn't say anything about it.

, ordered everything to be kept low-key, and did not arrange for anyone from MI6 to come to receive him.

But the emotion lasted only a few seconds, and Mrs. M soon adjusted to her usual state.

Mrs. M was stunned and only said "Fake" after a long while.

The joke about "Don't be hungry when you are hungry" is actually the same in all countries.

"What do I want to tell you?"

At that moment, Shi Shixian discovered the clue.

Mrs. M focused on the small situation: "Your first priority is to visit James Bond's cemetery."

Mrs. M has thought of everything the new Bond can think of, but she has no clue.

You were robbed. The first person in charge of MI8 was actually robbed at a train station in a place as big as New Bond, within the territory of his own country.

The gravekeeper woke up from his sleep and looked at the clear sky.

"The worst you can do is focus less on it. You think the answer is far away, but you still have to find it."

After receiving confirmation from his companion, he put his protective arm behind him.

Just when everyone was about to continue working harder, there was a "boom" and the tombstone suddenly exploded. Several people in the distance were like leaves blown by a hurricane, bouncing away against gravity, and finally fell to the ground, spreading in the distance.
Chapter completed!