what do you think sherlock

Chapter 25 Lawton
"Mr. Lestrade, is there any news from the Huonden Manor?" Di Renjie looked at Lestrade. After all the known possibilities were ruled out, the last way out for the group of Russians was to escape. Both London and an adventurous attack on Lord Lawton are possible.

"There is no news yet. After all, there is no telephone nearby. What's the matter, Mr. Watson?"

"I have some bad premonition," Di Renjie mused.

*
Paddington Station, a steam train from Buckinghamshire to London, is entering it with billowing white smoke.

As it approached the station, the train began to slow down at this time. A railway worker held up a signal flag to signal, so the train was guided and slowly drove towards the predetermined platform.

Lord Lawton sat in the noble carriage, sorting out the documents in his hands, unaware of the imminent danger.

"This one has to be submitted to Buckingham Palace, and I need to rush there as soon as I get off the bus; this one is a photo of the lady, and I have to ask people from Scotland Yard to help me find it."

He murmured, sorted all the documents, put them in his suitcase, and fastened the buttons. After finishing packing, he sat on the seat, closed his eyes and rested, waiting to get off the car.

"Ring ring ring~~~~"

He was woken up by a very piercing alarm bell, which was too loud even though the train was still moving at a low speed.

He hurriedly leaned against the window, and saw the interior of Paddington Station outside the window, and the alarm bell representing the fire was sounding tirelessly.

At this time, there was a huge flow of people in the station. These passengers who came and went were still in a state of not being able to react. Most of them stood in a daze on the platform, aisle, and waiting room.

"A fire broke out inside the station, and all trains were suspended. Passengers are requested to evacuate the station in an orderly manner." Several station staff ran back and forth among the crowd, shouting anxiously.

Now the passengers finally came to their senses, some were in disbelief, some were panicked, but on the whole they still rushed out of the station with the flow of people, but there were too many people in the station, and it was impossible to evacuate for a while. over.

"Fire?" Lord Lawton opened the window, and the train finally stopped. Since there was no way to install communication tools on the train, the staff of the train were also in a state of confusion, but fortunately, the station master had already made arrangements. These trains that have just entered the station are notified by special personnel.

"No smoke, no smell of burning,"

Lord Lawton observed carefully and made such a judgment. The next moment, his expression changed, he turned around, picked up his suitcase, and ran out of the train in a hurry.

When Disraeli was still Prime Minister, he helped the other party handle countless confidential documents, and in one of the documents, he once described a special alert procedure:

When highly dangerous criminals have sneaked into public facilities, Scotland Yard can ask the area to activate the fire alarm according to the situation, so as to evacuate the general public as much as possible.

As for the high-risk elements in London recently?Lord Lawton, as an insider, immediately suspected the Russians.

Then, it is easy to guess what the opponent's goal is.

"It's so fast," Popov was walking on the stairs at this time, and looked up at the loud alarm bell. Around him were all passengers going up, and everyone ran past him in panic, racing against time to get to the station. run outside.

Popov lowered his hat, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"So what if we know, Scotland Yard's reinforcements will take at least 10 minutes."

"I have plenty of time."

*
"Your Excellency McCoff, you have already contacted three high commissioners, and they are currently rushing to Paddington Station."

Mycroft, who was sitting on the carriage with his eyes closed and meditating, flickered slightly:

"It takes 10 minutes from Scotland Yard to Paddington, and the train that Lawton is most likely to take should have come in by now, too late, or too late, it's too long."

"Ten minutes is definitely not enough."

Mycroft closed his eyes, and his brain was spinning rapidly. Suddenly, like an electric current flashed through his mind, he had a bold plan:

"Call Scotland Yard immediately. I want the metropolitan subway line to be suspended for 30 minutes. All trains from Farrington to Paddington will stop on the maintenance branch line to ensure that this section of the line is unimpeded. At the same time, I order the Farringdon subway station. Get me a train, just two carriages."

"Yes!"

"If consumption is not counted," Mycroft stood up from the carriage and took the lead towards Farrington Station. This subway station was only 30 meters away from them, and they arrived in a blink of an eye.
"The subway is running full speed,"

"From Farrington to Paddington,"

"Just 5 minutes."

*
"Boom, boom..."

Several noble carriages on the train were pushed away by Popov one by one, but the carriages were empty.

"No one." Popov smiled a little annoyed and contemptuously, "Mr. Lawton, you don't really think you can escape, do you?"

As he spoke, he took out a metal plate from his arms, and there was a metal bird on the plate.

"Fortunately, I brought this thing with me when I went out this time." He touched the little bird affectionately, and said in a gentle tone, "Help me find Lawton, Lord Lawton."

The bird is obviously made of metal, but its eyes exude a strange and agile luster.

After Popov's voice fell, the bird turned around automatically until it stopped in one direction.

"Hehe, I found you."

*
In a dark shaft, a figure was slowly crawling down the metal ladder.

This man was Lord Lawton who had escaped from the train.He had seen the drawings of Paddington Station before, and knew that there were several maintenance shafts connecting the Paddington Railway Station on the ground and the Paddington Subway Station underground. Unknowingly, I arrived in the London subway tunnel.

And along the subway tunnel, he can secretly transfer to a nearby station, which may be a risk of getting lost for ordinary people, but he will not, because he has not only seen the design drawing of Paddington station, He even knows the blueprints of the entire London Underground railway line.

After all, this is a project he personally participated in planning.

Finally, the long crawl was over, and Roden jumped down from the ladder. He, who always pays attention to his appearance, didn't even have time to adjust his clothes that were out of shape due to crawling. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he ran forward with all his strength.

The underground railway tunnel is gloomy and gloomy. Because London is located in the lowland along the coast and the air is humid, small puddles can be seen on the road from time to time.

There are no lights inside the tunnel, and it looks like a dark underground mausoleum without trains passing by.

Fortunately, Lawton has a good ability to adapt to the dark, and with the help of the rails, he will not lose his way here.

As long as he walked forward for another ten minutes, he could walk to the adjacent subway station.

However, at this moment, in the dark tunnel ahead, a beam of skylight poured down from the top, creating a beam of light in the dark tunnel, a sunny zone.

This kind of light dispelled the surrounding darkness, but Rodon didn't show any joy. He knew exactly how the light was caused, because he had created the same scene when he just opened the shaft.

Besides, he didn't believe that people from Scotland Yard would come here so quickly.

Since it is not a reinforcement, it can only be an enemy.

Lawton took out a pistol from his pocket. He was thinking whether it would be better to shoot him while he was climbing down, or turn around and leave.

But he didn't have to hesitate any longer. In front of his eyes, within the range of the light beam, there was a loud noise and a large amount of dust caused by the impact.

The opponent didn't climb the ladder, but jumped down directly.

Extraordinary!
"Mr. Lawton, we finally meet." Popov's voice sounded in the smoke that hadn't dissipated.

Lawton showed a wry smile:
"Actually, you don't need to chase me at all. The contents of that letter will probably be made public tomorrow."

Popov didn't believe it, or in other words, after paying such a huge casualty, it was impossible for him to accept such a statement:

"Mr. Lawton, you have found a good place for yourself. I think even if people from Scotland Yard rush to Paddington, they will have to work harder to find it."

Popov didn't answer Lawton's words, he was obviously unwilling to let Lawton control the rhythm of the conversation.

"Okay," Lawton tried to give new conditions, "What do you want, secrets from the London government? Or a huge amount of wealth?"

"Your everything, Mr. Lawton," Popov took a step forward, and Lawton took a step back.

"It seems that you must kill me here." Lawton stopped backing.

"Of course, Mr. Lawton, so many people have died for this matter," a dagger slipped out of Popov's sleeve and landed in his hand.

"Our blood cannot be shed in vain. Besides, I will not kill you directly, Mr. Lawton. I will use the cruelest method to tear you apart bit by bit until you are willing to reveal all the information. ’ Popov had a cruel, bloodthirsty smile on his face.

His scarlet tongue lightly licked his lips.

"But, Mr. Spy, I think we can actually talk about it again," Lawton's voice trembled.

"Talk about it," Popov sneered, "and what else do you want to talk about? About how long it will take me to tear you to pieces?"

"Tell me why you can't move your feet, Mr. Spy," Lawton's tone suddenly became extremely calm.

This made Popov feel a little astonished and a little surprised. His expression changed instantly, and he felt that something bad was happening.

"No, we can't delay any longer." Popov clenched his dagger tightly and rushed forward.

However, when his leg muscles exerted strength and wanted to drive his feet forward, he was horrified to find that his feet were motionless as if glued to the ground.

"You...you..." Popov opened his eyes wide, staring at the figure hidden in the darkness.

"Mr. Spy, this is indeed a good place." Lawton took two steps forward, his figure was between light and dark, half of his body was illuminated by the pouring skylight, and the shadow provided by the round hat cast shadows on his face Surrounded by mist, which made him look like a messenger from the abyss,
"A good place specially prepared for you, hehe," Luo Dun's voice became more and more strange, as if the strict and elegant nobleman in ordinary times was just his appearance, but under the glamorous skin, there was a bird A demon that devours life.

Shadow tentacles exuding a strange aura quickly spread across Popov's body as he approached.

Not only did Popov lose control of his feet, but his entire body was immobilized.

"Sorry, I don't want to be exposed to the eyes of the Security Bureau, so it would be great to be able to kill you in such a dark place."

Black veins began to eat away at Popov's skull.

"You don't have to worry about me, good Mr. Spy."

"You know, when a transcendent has not broken through to the fourth level, his body is not much different from that of an ordinary person, hehe." Lawton took a few steps forward and put his head on Popov's shoulder ,said laughingly:
"At that time, they will only think you are a stupid poor thing who died at the hands of ordinary people, tsk tsk tsk."

"Boom~ Just one shot," Lawton leaned closer to Popov's ear, simulating the sound of a gun being fired.

However, at this time, Popov was completely manipulated by the shadow, and lost all control over his body. He only had his eyes, looking at Lawton in horror and despair.

"Oh~ poor Mr. Spy, I'm sorry I don't know your name yet, but who cares about the name of a person who is about to lose his heart?" Lawton muttered, holding a gun, and walked from Popov's side Leave and come to the other side.

"Then I'm going to shoot, Mr. Spy." Lawton put the handbag on the ground, aimed at Lawton's heart, and made a gesture of aiming:

"I'm sorry that my marksmanship is not very good, so I may have to fire a few more shots later to hit it."

He seemed a little sorry, with a little embarrassment in his tone.

"Okay, okay, I can't keep Mr. Spy waiting," Lawton put his finger on the trigger.

"By the way," he seemed to suddenly think of something again, put down the gun again, and said apologetically:
"I forgot to introduce myself, Mr. Spy. Although your name is not important, mine is."

He cleared his throat, and said in a solemn and game-like tone:

"There are four kinds of people in this world, those who know me, those who don't know me, those who care about me, and those who are afraid of me."

"People who know me call me Jim,"

"People who don't know me call me Lawton,"

"People who care about me call me Monty,"

"As for whoever is afraid of me, call me,"

Lawton grinned and smiled:
"Moriarty."

　The first boss of this book is on the stage. Because of the extraordinary world, Moriarty in this book will usher in an epic level of enhancement and become a true giant who can take both black and white.

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