I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 106 Arrest
When the pot of mushroom soup exuding a rich milky aroma poured down from the top of his head, and the thick, syrupy soup was still boiling hot, Watson was overjoyed—it finally came!
The soup flowed down his face along the ends of his hair, and he even took a sip of the soup that fell to the corner of his mouth when Croweette was not paying attention... Well, the taste is not bad, it seems that the chef is at work again today.

Then he got up angrily, and stared at the blond kid with a gloating face... Well done, boy!But then don't blame me for being too rough!

He restrained his strength and swung his cane violently, hitting the opponent's chin.

The blond boy just raised his arms to block his face, and the strong and bulging arm muscles bulged the slim suit, and easily blocked the blow, even his body was still as stable as a rock, without a trace of shaking.

Even though Watson had already restrained his strength and only used his level when he first returned to Wudu, he was able to block this blow so easily... This young man's physical fitness is definitely far better than ordinary people, and he can completely compare to that time Participate in the siege of the blade leader William's combat unit operatives!

However, according to Charlotte, this person was originally only a temporary support staff assigned to her, and he didn't even have a specific name. He just used the code name X211 to move between various posts in the Anti-Suppression Bureau. It is considered worthy of use before applying to the bureau as an exclusive assistant.

But such excellent combat response and physical fitness are not like what a mere logistics operator can possess—Watson once witnessed the scene of the encirclement and suppression of William from a commanding height, and he knows what an ordinary logistics operator of the Anti-Suppression Bureau should look like... They are just mortals who have received a little physical and combat training, and their main tasks are still responsible for transporting items, cleaning the battlefield and various miscellaneous chores.

And the personal ability of the so-called mobile logistics operator in front of him is obviously beyond this range... Is he a bodyguard specially sent by the Anti-Suppression Bureau to Charlotte?Because of her status as the Duke of Holmes?
Now, X211, who is now aliased as Albert, doesn't have so much time to think about it. He only feels that the strength of the opponent's blow is indeed quite heavy. It is hard to imagine that this is an attack from a person with limited legs. The intensity is almost comparable to the usual sparring with combat instructors... But it is also because of this that he is extremely handy in parrying this blow with familiar strength.

Although Albert didn't understand the reason why Miss Charlotte asked him to come here to provoke, but since the dispute had already started, he must fight well and not lose face to Miss Charlotte.

He swung his thick cane with his right arm, and with his backhand, he thrust out a fist as straight as a sword, directly attacking the opponent's chin, which was bound to knock him unconscious in an instant.

However, the disabled veteran officer on the opposite side was also extremely sensitive, and he had rich experience in dealing with the enemy.Faced with his quick jab, he just turned his head slightly in a calm manner, and then easily dodged it. He even took advantage of the opportunity of turning sideways to counterattack with his cane, hitting Albert heavily with the stick. The special ribs, the weight of the stick almost made him breathless...but it was only almost.

Albert had received combat training before, so this slight injury was nothing to him, as long as it wasn't a serious injury that would affect his physical ability, he could continue to fight with strong willpower.

It's just that the next few back and forth made him feel that the disabled officer was really difficult, and he had to raise his spirits to deal with it seriously... so as not to lose.

Inserting three fingers into the eyes, hitting the jaw, hitting the throat with the palm knife, punching the diaphragm, Albert even tried to attack the opponent's handicapped left leg despicably... But all these attacks seemed to be seen through by the opponent. , the cane with the thickness of the wrist will always be erected in advance on his attack route like a prophet.

Albert felt a certain sense of oppression. He only felt that he seemed to be training with a combat instructor who had experienced many battles at the moment. No matter how hard he struggled to fight back, it was still useless... He had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

The more he fought, the more anxious and irritable he became. Although the opponent seemed to be blindly dodging and defending, he staggered back, as if he would be knocked down by his stormy attack in the next second... He believed that the result was the same in the eyes of others.

But only Albert himself knew that he was extremely aggrieved in this fight. He felt like a child messing around with an adult. The other party gave in every move and gave him a little bit of sympathy... He could feel that the opponent kept his hand from beginning to end, restraining himself from knocking him down quickly.

Am I really that incompetent? !But why did the instructor say that my melee combat skills are completely capable of being a teacher, as long as I don't encounter those monsters who have forbidden knowledge, I can already be called the first echelon among the younger generation... Could it be that the instructor is actually lying to me?
Thinking about this, Albert suddenly caught a glimpse of the shiny silver knife on the table next to him. The blade surface reflected his sweaty face like a mirror... He knew that if he didn't resort to blood-seeing killing tricks, he might fall into danger. lost.

So he made a feint and made a mistake in throwing a punch, and received another solid heavy stick on his shoulder. He backed up and hit the table again and again under the guise of retreating, which surprised a petite and lovely lady to snicker. The sound was crisper than a bird, more tactful than an opera, and more intoxicating than red wine... It made him feel as dizzy as if he drank a bottle of ice-cold whiskey.

This is... secret magic power? !This lovely lady turned out to be a tantric? !

Albert looked back in amazement, and stared at the smiling and hopeful girl with unbelievable eyes, and then he heard the whistling sound of breaking wind from the back of his head... It was too late, and Miss Charlotte had to be reminded that there was an evil secret here. believers.

He looked at the female detective who was still sitting quietly in the corner tasting wine, and opened his mouth to call for help loudly, "Charlot—"

Before he could fully utter his words, a heavy stick hit the back of his head, and the precise and precise force hit him until he was dizzy. One second before his vision completely dimmed, the bottom of his heart was still there. Shouting loudly, "Miss Te, go!"

When the new assistant detective fell to the ground under the heavy blow of the former detective assistant, Inspector Grayson, who was invited by the female detective, happened to walk into the Holborn restaurant.

He looked at the brutal thug holding up his cane, and at the victim who fell to the ground. Even though the two were familiar faces, his right palm was already resting on the gun at his waist.

"Don't move, raise your hand!"

Facing the dark gun hole, the disabled officer had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.

(End of this chapter)