"Prime Minister, please continue to talk about Hanson's situation!" Deng Long didn't want to know too much about the inside story of British politics, because the more he knew, the more dangerous it would be.
"Hansen's discovery must be approved by Congress before a world-class press conference can be held at Buckingham Palace. So let me tell you the truth. Hansen's discovery is called the 'Dunhuang Posthumous Notes'. It is said to be a treasure about Dunhuang. Unfortunately, there are some
In order to steal these treasures, people did not hesitate to kill Hansen." The Prime Minister turned his back and said slowly
"The Prime Minister suspects that Prince Hatton killed Hansen and obtained the 'Dunhuang suicide note'?" Deng Long asked
"It's just suspicion. There is no evidence. Even I can't directly identify Hatton with blank words, but I believe that the fox will always show its tail," the Prime Minister said slowly.
"But how come the members of the royal family know evil witchcraft?" Deng Long asked puzzledly.
"This is what worries me. Before the European War, Hatton once established a strange organization to study supernatural powers, calling it searching for scientific truth from unnatural forces. Congress approved it at that time.
Therefore, there is a group of people who are proficient in supernatural powers under Hatton. This organization is called: "The British Royal Institute of Supernatural Powers". I suspect that many of the strange things that have happened in recent years are caused by this organization. There are royal families.
With the support behind it, the institute has attracted many strange people and has become a serious problem for the Congress." The Prime Minister's face darkened and he said slowly.
Unexpectedly, Hatton was the founder of the famous British Superpower Research Institute. No wonder when he heard Deng Long say that Hanson died of witchcraft, his face became very ugly and his attitude became bad. There is no doubt that Deng Long is the
The inference is that it directly reminds people of Hatton. The murderer is someone from Hatton's "Royal Institute of Supernatural Powers".
After chatting with the Prime Minister for a while, Deng Long could no longer obtain any more information he needed from the Prime Minister. Deng Long stood up and said goodbye to the Prime Minister.
After leaving the room, Hatton came up to him and said coldly: "Young man, you are no longer suitable to stay in London. I suggest you leave as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be serious."
"Prince Hatton, this is the second time I have heard this sentence in London. I'm sorry, I have a weird personality. The more serious the consequences, the more I like to stick to it and say goodbye!" Deng Long laughed.
He smiled, stared into Hatton's angry eyes and said firmly
Back in the Buckingham Palace room, several royal guards in blue uniforms walked in, and then, Brooks walked in with an ugly look on his face.
"Mr. Chief of Guard, you don't look too good! Nothing's wrong!" Deng Long stood up from the sofa and said with a smile.
"Mr. Deng Long, I'm sorry, you can no longer live in Buckingham Palace. Prince Hatton, on behalf of the royal family, has revoked your right to investigate this case. The result of Hanson's death has been announced, and this case has been closed." Brooks
He lowered his head and said
"Oh, that's it, Mr. Captain, now that the case is over, I really don't need to stay here, but I heard that London's scenery is world-famous, and I think your Prince Hatton doesn't mind if I stay in London for a few days.
Day!" Deng Long sneered. He didn't expect that the royal family would end this case so hastily. It was beyond Deng Long's expectation.
"Mr. Deng Long, I personally suggest...it is better for you to leave London!" Brooks said in a low voice.
"Thank you!" Deng Long picked up his suitcase placed in the corner, patted Brooks on the shoulder, and walked out of the room with his head held high.
Returning to the hotel where he had first arrived in London, he had no choice but to stay in the room where he first stayed. Putting down his luggage, Deng Long lay on the bed with countless clues in his mind that he needed to sort out.
Ever since Ambassador William invited him from France to London, he seemed to have become a spinning top, while the whip was in someone else's hands. Why did the royal family invite him to the Han Palace to investigate the case, and why did he suddenly not allow him to do so?
How about intervening in the case? Did the royal family really have ulterior secrets and invited themselves to investigate the case just to prove their innocence? When they found out that the Prime Minister and themselves were investigating their evidence, they categorically announced that Han
Mori's death, but this move is tantamount to publicly quarreling with the Prime Minister. It seems that the conflict between the Prime Minister and the royal family is becoming more and more aroused.
Let's deduce it like this, but what happened when he was threatened by that cold weirdo on the first day he came to London? Deng Long vaguely has a third force, which is an invisible force, and it is really because of this
The third force made his trip to London vaguely uneasy. Deng Long always believed in his sixth sense. This trip to London was definitely full of crises and he had to be cautious.
The night view of London is undoubtedly very charming. Deng Long left the hotel and walked slowly on the brightly lit street. Deng Long even had an illusion that he was walking on the street in Shanghai. He didn't know how long he had been walking.
Long found that he had unknowingly walked into a remote street. The street was dark and damp, and exuded a faint musty smell.
"Sir, do you need special services? It's very cheap!" A woman with heavy makeup walked towards Deng Long. The smell of perfume and cigarette was very pungent. I originally thought that cheap prostitutes were only found in Paris, but I didn't expect that they were also found in London.
Generally speaking, it seems that this industry is a very open profession in Europe.
"I'm sorry! I don't need it!" Seeing the prostitute clinging to him, Deng Long stepped aside and heard a familiar groan. The prostitute turned her head, with a huge blood hole in the middle of her forehead, her eyes wide open, and her mouth
Open wide and breathe hard
"Damn it!" Deng Long knew that the prostitute would not survive. Without thinking much, he quickly jumped and then rolled several times, hiding in a corridor. The bullet grazed Deng Long's body and hit the ground, making a dazzling sound.
sparks
Unexpectedly, a killer came to take his life just after he came out of Buckingham Palace. This was too damn fast and too cruel. Needless to say, the person who came to assassinate him must be sent by Prince Hatton. Since these guys from the royal family have already
Deciding to openly quarrel with the Prime Minister, he naturally became a stumbling block for them.
Deng Long leaned on the corridor and took a long breath. Fortunately, before he left in the spring, he sewed his throwing knife belt on his shirt. Deng Long took out two cold throwing knives from his waist.
, I haven’t used it for several years, but I didn’t expect that this time I would use it for self-protection in a foreign country. From the time the killer hid until he fired, Deng Long was sure that the other party was an elite killer. Just this calmness followed him all the way.
And without being noticed by himself, he is already considered a high-level killer.
The killer did not dare to kill in the downtown area and chose this remote place. Deng Long had already guessed that the mastermind behind the scenes was probably Prince Hatton. If he died publicly in the UK, then William would come to ask people, and the UK would be difficult to explain. In the end,
The best way is to assassinate yourself and deal with yourself unconsciously
The killer, dressed in black and hiding in the darkness, also shouted failure. He could have shot Deng Long's head off from behind, but unexpectedly, a prostitute appeared in the middle and blocked the shot for Deng Long. The killer changed his mind.
magazine, pulled up the safety of the pistol, and walked slowly towards Deng Long's hiding place, his leather shoes making a clear sound on the quiet street.