The old-fashioned mechanical clock handmade by French craftsmen during the Louis XIV period has an extremely exquisite silver portrait sculpture and Baroque enamel appearance. The gorgeous gold, silver and black and red colors make this most advanced clock at the time look priceless. The arched glass window
The hands inside made a slight sound in the silent air. Mycroft Holmes sat in a high-backed chair and stared at the clock quietly. Several hints from Sir Arnold Arbinson made him think for a long time but still couldn't get it.
The answer - the puzzle he faced was not the solution given by the former cabinet secretary, but how many people supported this solution and who were those people - the reasoning was fruitless, and he could only turn his thinking direction to
There will be conversations in the future, and it will start to get the Prime Minister to focus on something less harmful, like protecting raccoons in urban London.
Those little troublemakers might be Russian spies.
Another conversation had no designated location. Mycroft Holmes was not even sure that the conversation could be fulfilled as promised. He could only wait for notification here. He was unwilling to just sit here but had no choice but to do so. He knew that he was here.
He is in a weak position in the negotiations. He knows very well that the Brexit referendum is a self-directed drama. No one cares about the interests of the British Empire. Even the civil service system is undergoing interventionist purges and the destruction of self-interested civil servants.
He completely fell in love with politicians. He really wanted to do something to change the situation, but he didn't know how many people in MI5 and MI6 were still loyal. He didn't even dare to hand over investigation projects to those intelligence agencies.
"You request a dialogue?"
A cold voice came from behind, like a ball of ice and snow stuffed into his back. The surge of adrenaline made Mycroft Holmes stand up as quickly as possible and turn to the place where the sound came from. He had not heard any sound before,
He was also sure that anyone who stepped on the old wooden floor of this house would make a sound, and no one could approach him silently. However, the laws of the physical world lost their effect, and a woman in a suit stood by the window.
, staring out the window at the wet alley and the condensation on the glass windows.
"Who are you?" He resisted the dizziness and the black vision around his vision, and quietly touched the pistol on the table. But as soon as he held the pistol, he felt something was wrong. The weight of this pistol was lighter than before.
After a brief surprise, he forced himself to regain his composure, trying not to let his body language reveal his thoughts. The woman turned her head and looked at him, studying his little movements.
"You request a dialogue?" she repeated the question.
Mycroft Holmes put the pistol back under the woman's gaze.
"Yes, but I don't welcome sneaky guests."
"Aren't you going to use this weapon?"
"There's no need. You or your companions have already emptied the magazine and chamber of the gun while I wasn't paying attention." Mycroft Holmes looked around, his nerves tense with the sense of crisis. "Or is it just you? I
I can’t guess how you got behind me, would you mind explaining it?”
"We hired raccoons as spies and their dirty little paws were everywhere."
Mycroft Holmes forced a smile and regarded it as a coincidence. "If you are having a conversation on behalf of that person, please at least give me a title. This is the most basic communication issue. Without these titles, we cannot communicate at all. And I
How do I know you have the authority to negotiate? I don't want to waste my time talking to some low-level commissioner?"
"Nothing here will be recorded." The pale face of the woman in the suit had no expression, as if the air had lowered its temperature with her emotions. She had long seen through Mycroft Holmes' tricks.
, with no intention of identifying herself. "You have no possibility of negotiation, Mycroft Holmes." She said in a tone like a banshee, "You will accept the task."
"Why?"
"My Lord will not just walk into Buckingham Palace and oust the Windsors from the throne, and remove the executive power, judicial power, and law enforcement power of the British government." The woman said, "He has power and jurisprudence, doesn't he? Both Wales and Scotland expect Him to do so.
When he set foot on this island, there were many people in England who wanted Him to come to the people."
Mycroft Holmes asked angrily, "What do you want?"
"After the Political Department of the Hong Kong Police Force was disbanded in 1995, all confidential information was sent back to London. My master wants the confidential information and all documents of the Political Department."
"Impossible!" Mycroft Holmes rejected the idea without hesitation. "This plan has been going on for many years. The participants include not only MI5, but also the CIA. It is impossible for me to take what you want from the CIA.
Information. And many things cannot be solved with a list, and legal issues cannot be solved by assassination."
The woman said a name, which made Mycroft Holmes clench his fists tightly because he did not want others to see fear. That was the name of a Jewish-Bulgarian parliamentarian who once had American nationality. Before the emperor launched a war to unify the Balkans,
Peninsula, this congressman first fled to South America, planning to go to the United States with the support of the CIA, and form a government-in-exile with congressmen, civil servants, businessmen and others who also fled. This was to arouse differences within Bulgaria and at the same time provide support for NATO.
Preparing for a counterattack on Bulgaria - When the CIA went to the gathering place of the Bulgarian exile faction in the Caribbean as agreed, it discovered that all the Bulgarian exiles, including the congressman, had gone to the mansion, along with 126 family members.
Death. A few hours later, the family members of the congressman who had gone to the United States to communicate with certain think tank consultants and party representatives were also found dead in their temporary residence in Washington.
Although Mycroft Holmes has done similar things, at least under the guise of anti-terrorism, the actions of the Yugoslav Federation are completely divorced from the post-Cold War political methods based on consultation and negotiation within the same ideology.
, the attitude of not hesitating to use violence is frightening. The incident happened under the surveillance of the CIA, but that is not the worst - what is worse is that the incident did not even get a decent news page in the end.
No, it's as if Congress, the CIA, and the National Security Agency suddenly gave up this great opportunity. Anyone can smell the opportunity in this incident and make a big fuss about human rights issues, terror politics, rule of law, democracy, etc., and make full use of those
The value created by human death.
What Mycroft Holmes fears is the ability to completely wipe out such a massacre, rather than the ability to send out killers to kill everyone in half an hour. Any special operations team can do this. Bad
The news didn’t stop there. After that, some think tank consultants and members of the Bulgarian congressmen who were in contact with their families were in trouble. Who would have thought that a group of black thugs would break into a well-secured wealthy residential area in the middle of the night. Why were these thugs being arrested?
After his arrest, he showed a psychological quality that only an agent can have. These are all mysteries. What he saw was the rise of a "Leviathan", and what he saw was that the emperor of the Balkan Peninsula was clearing out all interfering forces as quickly as possible, just like
The Cheka in the former Soviet Union was more violent and decisive than the Cheka. It completely wiped out the violent protests in Bulgaria in just a few days.
"who are you?"
"I am His messenger, His blade. I slit Representative Shishkov's throat and felt the last breath of life." The woman said calmly, "I am here because His patience with you has reached its limit.