I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 642 This seems to be my house

Arthur was still standing on that high point, looking at the scene of the battlefield of Verdun.

And at some point, a person stood beside him.

With long golden hair dancing in the wind, it was none other than Joan of Arc.

"There is another person chosen by fate." Jeanne murmured softly.

Arthur smiled, "There should be no problems in this city."

He slowly turned around and took a few steps behind Jeanne.

"Where are you going?" Jeanne asked.

"Britannia." Arthur lowered his hood.

He still has that old look, maybe because he has maintained this look for a long time, and he is more accustomed to this look.

In the past, it was aging caused by time, but now it is a disguise of magic.

"There is my promise"

After saying that, he slowly turned into countless photons and disappeared.

. .

In the Oval Office of the President.

President Allen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the city.

The imperial capital is still some distance from the coastline, so there is no need to worry about safety for the time being.

The war hadn't reached here yet, so apart from the congestion in the city after the initial speech, it was peaceful.

But for some reason, his heart was shrouded in an inexplicable uneasiness.

"Boom."

There was a sound of thunder in my ears.

In Allen's mind, he pictured dark clouds all over the sky being dragged slowly towards the city by the strong wind.

The air is gradually filled with low-pressure moisture.

He slowly raised his head, and in the dark night sky, dark clouds gradually spread across the sky.

suddenly.

A flaming fireball tore through the dark clouds and fell from the sky.

The blazing fire light lit up half of the sky, reflecting in everyone's eyes like a falling meteor.

The fireball fell in the south of the city, and soon, a huge bang echoed in the night sky.

The ground was shaking faintly, and the chandelier in the presidential office was also shaking slightly.

A group of members of the Secret Intelligence Service burst in from outside.

"Mr President."

Allen waved his hand and said nothing, but looked towards the impact point in the south, where the blazing firelight illuminated the dark sky.

Vaguely, he saw many winged monsters flying out from the impact point.

"Mobilize the troops on standby outside the city to enter the city, notify local police stations, protect civilians, and cooperate with the army in evacuation operations."

Allen turned his head and said without any hesitation.

"Yes." One of the intelligence officers responded.

After saying that, he turned around and left here.

But another group of intelligence officers came over and said, "Mr. President, please follow us to the underground bunker."

Allen did not refuse, but looked back at the city one last time, then turned and left.

"Have you contacted Mycroft?" Allen asked.

An intelligence officer walking in front of Allen took out a Rubik's cube in his hand.

That was the communication technology of the Egyptian Empire. Mycroft had used this technology to contact the brave soldiers who went to the Pacific to collect intelligence.

Soon, one side of the Rubik's Cube began to project Mycroft's appearance.

Apparently, Mycroft is also holding a Rubik's Cube at the other end.

On his side, Allen heard the roar of cannonballs and gunfire, as well as the roars of those monsters.

"It seems that your side is also very exciting." Allen said.

"That's so exciting." Mycroft said, "Some monsters rushed into the city. We are cleaning them up now. We can deal with them for the time being, but the rest are unknown. What can I do for you?"

"The situation you mentioned before happened." Allen said.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, "Something happened in the Imperial Capital too?"

Allen nodded, "They should know that this is the country's highest authority, so they send troops here first."

"You're right, Mycroft, the enemy does use cunning."

"We have reached an agreement with that group of magicians." Mycroft said, "They will give priority to protecting the imperial capital."

"I understand." Allen murmured in a low voice with deep eyes.

He turned his head to look outside the corridor and sighed deeply.

"I just don't know how many people will die here tonight."

"Yes, I understand."

At 221 Baker Street, Sherlock was communicating with someone on the phone.

Watson stood by the window and looked at the sky above. Listening to Sherlock's impatient tone, Watson knew who was talking to him now. "Okay, Mycroft!" Sherlock said impatiently, "Do you think I'm one of those idiots? Let me tell you, if I want to survive, I will still be alive if everyone in this world dies."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

"What did he say?" Watson asked.

"What else can I say? It's just that some weird things have invaded the imperial capital again." Sherlock shrugged and said, "This is not the first time."

He sighed, "To be honest, if there weren't so many cases here, I might have to really consider moving."

"Having too many cases should be a reason for a normal person to move." Watson complained.

Sherlock turned his head and shouted, "Mrs. Hudson!"

After a while, an old lady wearing home clothes opened Sherlock's door, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, and said doubtfully,

"What's the matter, Sherlock?"

"Nothing, I just want you to stay here with us." Sherlock said.

After saying that, he slowly walked to the table on the other side, picked up the remote control on the table, and pressed a few times on the remote control.

The whole house suddenly began to tremble. The mechanism hidden in the wall slowly opened, and the metal wall stretched out from below. Even the windows were blocked by thick metal plates.

Then, the TV table in front of them began to move slowly, and a downward underground passage gradually appeared in front of them.

Suddenly, the whole house became an iron wall.

Watson had no doubt that even in the face of a major bombing, the houses here would remain unscathed.

Hudson looked around confusedly, "What's going on here?"

"After that group of demons invaded, I remodeled this house." Sherlock said.

He quickly found some food and water in the kitchen, and then brought his favorite clothes.

"Come on, Mrs. Hudson, the basement will be safer."

"When did this house have a basement?" Mrs. Hudson said.

"It was dug some time ago." Sherlock replied, "You know, Mrs. Hudson, with our industrial strength in Britannia, it is not easy to build a place like this."

Hudson nodded subconsciously, what he said was correct.

But suddenly, she seemed to realize something was wrong.

"But why didn't I know?"

"When you buy groceries and win a three-month in-depth tour of southern Britannia," Sherlock said.

"I know there is no free lunch in this world." Mrs. Hudson sighed and said, "Honey, if I remember correctly, this is my house."

"Of course." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "This all belongs to you. I just reinforced your house. Nothing has changed, right?"

Hudson thought about it for a moment, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

"Okay, let's go."

With that said, Sherlock and Watson took Hudson through the downward stairs into a basement.

The space in this basement does not look large at first glance, about thirty square meters, but there is a passage on the other side that leads to nowhere.

There are two bunk beds in this room, as well as a hammock. There is even a refrigerator on the other side, and the refrigerator is filled with all kinds of food.

At the same time, many medicines and necessary water resources are prepared here, which can be said to be a perfect doomsday fortress.

"In addition to the self-power supply system here, there is also a fresh air system that can prevent poison gas. In theory, even if a nuclear bomb explodes above, we don't have to worry about the safety here." Sherlock said, "The food here can probably sustain us for a month. of."

"Can this be built in three months?" Hudson complained. "It took the municipal people three years just to repair the broken road in front of our door. My Mercedes' land was scratched." broken."

"If you don't drive so fast, it won't break down." Sherlock said. "I want to remind you that you are over seventy years old and should not be the one collecting speeding tickets every day."

"I don't drive fast either," Hudson muttered.

"This is linked to Britannia's civil defense facilities. Three months is just the construction time for the outer protection, and this basement has been built for a year."

Sherlock opened an iron door on the other side of the wall. Behind the door was a weapons cache the size of a toilet.

Although not large, the quantity and quality of the weapons are very good.

Thirty-five millimeter cannons, anti-materiel sniper rifles, stand-mounted Gatlings, whole boxes of grenades, C4 explosives, etc., as well as various types of explosives.

"Sherlock." Hudson came back to his senses and looked at Sherlock helplessly, "Didn't I tell you not to bring dangerous things into my house?"

"I didn't bring it into the house. This is the basement. It is part of the civil defense facility and strictly belongs to the country." Sherlock said.

As he spoke, he sat on an office chair on the other side.

Only then did Hudson realize that there were many screens hanging in front of the office chair.

Sherlock raised his hand and pressed the power system.

Then, many pictures began to appear on the screen, which was the street outside.

This system links most surveillance systems in the city.

The surveillance system has also been upgraded by Mr. Tesla, so the picture is not black and white and is comparable to modern surveillance pictures. It should also use the black technology of the Egyptian Empire.

This is what Sherlock asked Mycroft. Part of the reason was to investigate the case, and part of the reason was to prevent him from having a way to obtain information if something like this happened.

Of course, he also signed many unequal treaties.

The reason why Mycroft agreed was because he believed that his brother's wisdom would be of critical help.

(End of this chapter)