I weave fate in parallel time and space

Mycroft walked out of the villa.

Rob's car had already parked at the door in advance.

But just as he was about to get in the car, he was stopped.

Mycroft stopped where he was and slowly turned around.

Sherlock stood at the door, watching him quietly.

He walked over slowly, "You are going to investigate that person next, right?"

Mycroft raised his head.

Sherlock looked at his right hand in his pocket, "Is it easy for beginners to use?"

"It's not bad." Mycroft looked at his right hand and replied, "It will take some time, but it is much easier to use than what I used before. Now I can even tear open the armor of a mecha with my bare hands."

"He has really become a super Mycroft." Sherlock joked.

"Don't use that title, Sherlock." Mycroft said helplessly.

Sherlock shrugged, "I think it sounds good."

He looked at the pendant in Mycroft's hand and continued, "Since this matter is related to the Monique family, as a member of the Monique family, I should be qualified to investigate this matter together, right?"

Mycroft smiled and raised his head towards the back seat of the car, "Get in the car, I know you must be interested in this kind of thing."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at Watson, "Let's get in the car."

"Can I come too?" Watson asked.

Mycroft pursed his lips and looked at Sherlock, "Even if I don't agree, it seems to be of no use."

Sherlock didn't talk nonsense, he just opened the door on one side and walked up. Seeing Watson still standing there, he said directly.

"What are you still doing? Get in the car quickly!"

Seeing this, Watson could only climb into the car obediently.

"A mysterious magician who has been hidden in this world for many years, enough to deal with a hell monarch, a mysterious organization that was, or may still be, parasitic in various European countries."

Sherlock put his hands on his nose and murmured softly.

Anyone can see how excited he is at this moment.

"I'm getting goosebumps right now, Watson." Sherlock said excitedly.

In fact, it wasn't just him, Watson's heart began to agitate slightly at this moment.

"Don't get too happy too soon." Mycroft played with the pendant in his hand. "We still don't know if we can investigate this brotherhood. After all, Europe is also a sovereign country, and their intelligence agencies are not weak. Britannia It is still difficult for the forces to intervene."

Watson also nodded, "Indeed."

But Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, others don't know about your third agency, don't I know about it? Don't give me the impression that you are so righteous here."

"All the actions of the Third Agency are for Britannia."

Mycroft said calmly.

They drove all the way away from the imperial capital, arrived at the suburbs, and drove all the way into the mountains, looking at the woods and shrubs that were gradually passing by.

Watson asked curiously, "Where should we go next?"

"You'll find out later." Mycroft said in a low voice while looking straight ahead.

Although we passed through jungles along the way, surprisingly the roads were surprisingly good and were paved with concrete. So even a car is very smooth when driving on this road.

Soon, he saw a base surrounded by metal walls on a hillside in the plains. The walls were covered with barbed wire, and even arcs were faintly jumping.

On the wall, there are several sentry points and even machine guns.

There are many signs stuck in the plain below the hillside that read "Minefield Danger."

It looks like a military center. Perhaps even if the hell army wanted to rush into such a place last night, it would probably have to pay a lot of price.

"Da da da~"

The wings of a heavy-duty rotorcraft flapped the air and flew low above them, then slowly fell into the base.

"Is this District [-]?" Watson asked as if he had thought of something.

"That's right." Mycroft said.

After a pause, he emphasized, "But there are no aliens here."

Mycroft's words directly blocked all Watson's next questions. He smiled and sat back down again.

This is where Britannia secretly develops and tests new air force aircraft.

This place is also famous for what many believe is its connection to numerous UFO conspiracy theories.

"This is also the headquarters of the Third Agency." Mycroft looked at the military base in front of him and murmured softly.

Soon, the car drove to the entrance of the base, and the soldiers with live ammunition at the guard post came over.

Mycroft lowered the car window and looked at the sentinel.

Without even showing his identification, the soldier immediately stood up straight, saluted Mycroft, and then motioned to the other sentry to let him go.

The heavy steel door slowly opened toward the door, making the sound of branches.

"Your protection here is a bit poor." Sherlock mocked, "You don't even check your ID. I have at least six ways to sneak into your base."

"The certificate is just a smoke bomb." Mycroft said calmly, "The rest are the things that really prove your identity."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Mycroft curled his lips, "Why should I tell you?"

"Say it as if I want to know." Sherlock turned his head indifferently and began to look around.

There are many soldiers with live ammunition patrolling here, and there are even soldiers wearing the covering exoskeleton armor that appeared on the battlefield in the imperial capital before. The heavy armor made a rumbling sound as it walked on the ground.

The Sword in the Stone, which had appeared in the Imperial Capital before, also docked here for some simple renovations.

The space here is quite large, even a warship can be parked.

The car stopped at a parking space. All the cars parked here were armored vehicles, and in addition there were mechas, so it was very abrupt for the car to park here.

They got off the car, Mycroft adjusted his sleeves a little, and then walked slowly towards an entrance in the center of the base.

Sherlock and others followed closely behind, and some soldiers around him saluted Mycroft when they saw him.

Mycroft nodded to them and continued walking towards the entrance.

After entering the entrance, Sherlock and others found themselves standing in an elevator.

Rob closed the elevator door, took out a key from his body, inserted it into the control panel, and pressed the button for the 7th floor.

The elevator made a clicking sound, and then quickly went down. They felt an obvious sense of weightlessness, but it was not too strong.

With a rumble, the elevator quickly reached its destination.

Rob opened the elevator door again and they walked out.

This is a long corridor located underground. The environment is relatively dark, and the light strips above provide some lighting. All the structures in the corridor were made of steel. Many pipes passed above their heads, and the sound of gas gushing could still be faintly heard in their ears. There are exhaust fans at regular intervals, so the place does not feel dull and the air circulation is very smooth.

"This is one of Britannia's civil defense facilities." Mycroft explained. "The ten-meter-thick soil layer and six-meter-thick reinforced concrete can theoretically protect against nuclear bomb attacks. At the same time, here It is also the headquarters of the third agency.”

He led Sherlock and others to continue walking along the corridor, then turned a few corners, and then pushed open a door at the end of the corridor with Rob. Behind the door is a conference hall.

The conference hall was not too big, with about twenty people standing there. There was a huge glass on one side, but it was pitch black behind the glass, making it difficult to see what was inside.

There is an oval table in the middle of the conference hall, which can seat a dozen people around.

Rob turned on the light on one side, making the room very bright. The floor here is even covered with short-haired carpets, and the walls are also warm-toned, making it not as depressing as the corridor outside.

Mycroft sat on the main seat and then spoke to Rob.

"Go find the person in charge of the European region."

Rob bowed to Mycroft and bowed, and then slowly retreated from here.

"It's a gesture, right?" Sherlock said suddenly.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. Watson was also slightly startled.

"The way you just came in." Sherlock said, "I saw some changes in your gestures."

Watson came to his senses and knew that Sherlock was talking about what happened when he first entered the base.

He complained, "Didn't you say you don't care?"

"No way, my brain is always running involuntarily." Sherlock said.

Mycroft smiled and said, "Yes, but no. We have our own secret language, and every day's entry code will be generated by the computer."

Sherlock nodded, "Absolutely right."

Soon, the door was pushed open again, and Rob walked in with a middle-aged man in a suit.

He had rags of red hair and looked to be in his thirties or forties, but there was a long scar at the corner of his eye that split directly onto his face.

"He's Lori," Rob said. "He's the head of Europe."

Lori nodded to Mycroft, "Mr."

Mycroft nodded in return.

"What do you want to ask?" Lori said.

"Everything is false, everything is allowed." Mycroft suddenly said this.

But he didn't explain, he just used the corner of his eye to observe Lori's micro-expression without any trace.

The middle-aged man named Lori frowned slightly at first, and then looked at Mycroft in confusion.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand what you mean."

Mycroft withdrew his gaze, and then said calmly, "This is the creed of a mysterious organization entrenched in Europe with a history of hundreds of years. The name of this organization is called the Brotherhood."

He looked at Lori, "Have you heard of them?"

Lori thought for a moment and said, "I have reported before that Europeans especially like to form small groups."

"Not only Europeans, but Brittanians also like it." Mycroft said sarcastically. "In other words, people are social animals. After some people have some rights, they like to gather into small groups to distinguish themselves. Outside of ordinary people. We have really cleaned up too much this year.”

After a pause, he continued, "William II signed the surrender document and asked all troops and officials to give up resistance and pledge allegiance to the new government. At that time, everyone thought that this was to prevent the country from continuing to be turbulent and avoid A merciful choice made at unnecessary sacrifice.”

He smiled disdainfully, "All the troops and officials belong to that feudal empire. Is this country a Messerist country, or is it just the German Empire with a different name?"

Watson seemed to realize something and opened his eyes slightly.

Charlotte's eyes shimmered, "The emperor also played a Trojan horse at the end."

"Without a bottom-up purge, the revolution can never be said to be successful." Mycroft commented, "Although Britannia still has many problems today, at least it has been truly purged. Heads have fallen to the ground. The nobles have laid a sufficient foundation for the prosperity of the people of Britannia."

"Doesn't Fermin know all this?" said Watson.

"Just because it's clear doesn't mean it can be achieved," Mycroft whispered softly.

"The polar bear also has such a problem." Sherlock said, "But their situation is better. I guess the cleaning will come soon."

Mycroft did not continue the topic, but just looked at Lori, "Then what?"

Lori came back to his senses and continued, "There are many secret organizations within them, including religious ones and other emerging organizations, but I have not seen the huge organization you mentioned. Or maybe, they are It’s very hidden.”

"What if the name was changed and then turned into many small organizations?" Mycroft said.

Lori seemed to have thought of something, with a thoughtful look on his face, and continued.

"Please give me some time."

"Take me there." Sherlock slowly stood up and said, "I think I can be of some help."

Lori looked at Mycroft with some confusion.

"He is my younger brother." Mycroft introduced.

He looked at Lori, raised his head slightly and said.

"He can help more than you think."

Lori turned his head and stared at Sherlock. He was silent and had no words.
  Sherlock and Lori left the base together.

However, Watson stayed at the base. He was just a military doctor, not an intelligence officer.

The century-old power that they are going to investigate in Europe is not a simple matter.

He won't be able to help much, but may cause some unnecessary trouble.

Watson himself knew this.

They came to the ground, and Mycroft quietly watched the jeep that Sherlock and Lori were sitting in gradually go away.

"Are you worried?" Watson suddenly said from behind.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked behind him.

"I mean, the organization he wants to investigate may be very difficult to deal with." Watson said, "I heard from your father that what they are best at is assassination."

Mycroft nodded, "If you say you are not worried, you must be lying. After all, that is my biological brother."

"However." Mycroft slowly turned his head and looked into the distance, "I also know that I can't stop him from doing anything. Even if I don't agree, he will choose to go to Europe to investigate all this."

Watson nodded in approval, "That's true. And he will take me with him."

"Besides, I also believe in his abilities." Mycroft's eyes shimmered, "As long as they don't have special abilities like those magicians, then he can handle them."

"How do you know they haven't?" said Watson.

"Because those magicians have the power to rule the entire world." Mycroft turned to look at Watson, "Before those brotherhoods existed, humans didn't even have mechas. With their ability to modify memories at will and change the world, . It couldn’t be easier to change the regime. Do we need to carry out any assassinations or do any superfluous actions such as funding revolutionary forces?”

Watson thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"This is not a magical organization." Mycroft affirmed.

He murmured thoughtfully, "But at least, it should be related to that existence." (End of Chapter)