When Owen returned to his residence, Becky gave him an "ok" gesture, which meant that all the cameras along Owen's journey had been tampered with by him, and no trace of Owen would be left.
"Check where this is?"
Irving sent the photos he took to Becky. What was drawn on the tactical board was just a simple diagram. Nothing could be seen, but some buildings were simply marked, such as banks, opera houses, etc.
Becky handed over the work to the computer, and the program compared every street in London and screened out places that met the conditions.
About an hour later, the three people returned to the safe house, and the three groups responsible for surveillance also returned one after another. Everyone from Omega sat around in the briefing room.
On the workbench, Becky was comparing people in one photo after another. These photos were all taken by Swag. The three of them chose to meet people in a cafe, and Swag pretended to be an ordinary person.
Customers sit in the corner.
"They are all from ira, they should be his subordinates..."
The identities of the people in the photos were recognized, and the identity information was displayed one by one on the computer screen. It seemed that the three of them went out today to assign tasks to their subordinates. Unfortunately, they had no way of knowing exactly what Swag was talking about.
“The places in the photos were compared, and there was only one place in London whose characteristics matched those in the photos—Hudson Street.”
Becky pulled up a satellite aerial view of Hudson Street on her computer. The buildings on the map were marked with simple functions, including banks, opera houses, and small shops. They were basically consistent with the simplified map that Irving secretly photographed.
In addition to buildings, there are also some arrows marked on the sketch map. It is certain that Hudson Street is the next target of the three men.
"Check the properties there, the functions of each building, and the identity of the owner. I want to know why ira is paying attention there..."
Owen had always thought that the next location where the Syndicate would launch an attack would be No. 10 Downing Street, but now it seems that is obviously not the case. The Syndicate has other plans.
Becky is very efficient. After some association operations, all relevant information is summarized on the screen.
The information everywhere on Hudson Street looks normal, but the Penning Manor, just a block away, will hold a charity auction tomorrow, and the British Prime Minister is one of the guests.
"Yes, it must be here."
Ghost excitedly high-fived Becky. There was no doubt that the target of the Syndicate was the British Prime Minister, and it would not be wrong to infer from this point on.
"Have our people been around here in the past few days?"
Owen looked at the team members. If he had been there, Becky would have to find a way to erase the surveillance content, because once something happened to the British Prime Minister here, the police would definitely look through the nearby surveillance content, and everyone's identity would be revealed.
Being filmed, everything they do in the UK will eventually be exposed.
When it comes to your own safety, you can never be too careful. The person the Syndicate wants to attack is the British Prime Minister. Once this happens to them, Britain will definitely want them just like the United States wants this ***. When the time comes, they will be invincible.
There is a way to go.
"No, in fact, I've made special arrangements for any place where we might be photographed."
Becky thinks very comprehensively.
Time passed minute by minute with meticulous preparation.
…
The next day, 10 Downing Street
Today's auction is a gathering among high-level British people. The Prime Minister is just a job. In addition, the Prime Minister himself is also a famous British entrepreneur and has good personal relationships with others, so today's auction will
Participating in a private capacity.
The Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife dressed up and prepared to leave. After receiving the news, Mrs. M hurried over and happened to meet the Prime Minister who was about to go out.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister, I suggest you cancel this outing."
"Why, ma'am?"
The Prime Minister seemed to be asking, but he didn't even move his feet as he spoke.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have reported to you that Solomon Lane has obtained the red box. He will definitely find a way to open it from you. You are always in danger..."
"Then you should arrange my security work instead of restricting my freedom."
The Prime Minister scolded Mrs. M, and then got into his car.
"I'm sorry, madam, my tone was not very good. I accept your kindness, but I don't think that should be a reason to restrict me."
The Prime Minister apologized in a change of direction, but still went his own way. Mrs. M could only watch the car disappear into the night.
…
Pennine Manor
The door was brightly lit, and luxury cars stopped at the door of the manor one after another. Nobles, ladies, and corporate celebrities got out of the cars, greeted each other, and then entered.
This charity auction was of a very high standard. All celebrities from European political and business circles were present, and the security measures were extremely tight. There were security patrols on the outside, and there were both light and dark sentries inside the manor. In addition, there were police dogs. In addition, it was known that the Prime Minister was coming.
, MI5, which is responsible for domestic security, also arranged the place in advance.
The arrival of the Prime Minister set off the climax of the auction. The Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife entered the venue hand in hand. The owner of Penning Manor rushed over to greet him, and other people who were familiar with the Prime Minister also came over.
The auction started, and the auction items were on display one by one. People kept bidding, and the atmosphere of the auction was very good.
"The next auction item is a jewelry necklace called 'Sky Color'. It was designed by the famous Swiss designer Harper. The previous owner was Mrs. Haring. The starting price is 130,000 pounds..."
The auctioneer introduced the situation of the next lot, and the Prime Minister looked at the catalog in his hand. This jewelry necklace was his favorite, and he was going to take it.
"£130,000."
"£140,000."
It is rare for someone to start bidding just after the Prime Minister bids. After all, this is a high-end charity auction. Everyone is a celebrity. Even if they don't know each other, they will probably give each other face and not chase each other.
Bidding, not to mention the British Prime Minister bidding.
"£150,000."
The Prime Minister quoted a new price, then looked at the guy who was bidding with him, and the guy actually waved to him in a very disgusting way.
It's James Bond.
After the new price was reported, James Bond did not follow the bid. After three inquiries, the auctioneer gave the hammer down and the jewelry necklace finally belonged to the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister put the necklace around his wife's neck and accepted the congratulations from those around him.
"very beautiful."
James Bond also came up. After the Prime Minister dismissed the others, he looked at the guy who had given him an extra 20,000 pounds unhappily: "Why are you here?"
He knew James Bond's identity very well, but he shouldn't have appeared here.
"Mrs. M asked me to come. He said that there is a high-end charity auction for me to participate in. There will be good wine in it, but I must protect the safety of the Prime Minister."
"All right……"
The Prime Minister shrugged speechlessly. He didn't have to listen to Mrs. M, and Mrs. M could also push people around him.