Marvel Book of Magical Events

The old-fashioned mechanical clock made by French craftsmen during the Louis XIV period has an extremely exquisite silver portrait sculpture and Baroque enamel appearance. The gorgeous gold, silver and black and red colors make this most advanced clock at the time look priceless. The hands in the arched glass window made a slight sound in the silent air. Mycroft Holmes sat in a high-backed chair and stared at the clock quietly. Sir Arnold Arbinson's several hints made him think for a long time but failed. Still can't get the answer - the puzzle he faces is not the solution given by the former cabinet secretary, but how many people are behind this solution and who are those people - the reasoning is fruitless, and he can only Think about future conversations and start getting the Prime Minister to focus on something as innocuous as protecting raccoons in urban London.

Those little troublemakers might be Russian spies.

Another conversation had no designated location. Mycroft Holmes was not even sure that the conversation could be fulfilled as promised. He could only wait for notification here. Unwilling to just sit here and have no choice but to do anything, he knew very well that he was in a weak position in this negotiation. He knew very well that the Brexit referendum was a self-directed and self-acted drama. No one cared about the interests of the British Empire. Even the civil service system had completely turned to politicians after the interventionist cleansing and the destruction of self-interested civil servants. He really wanted to do something to change the situation, but he didn't know how many people in MI5 and MI6 were still loyal, and he didn't even dare to hand over the investigation project to those intelligence agencies.

You requested a dialogue?

An icy voice came from behind, like a ball of ice and snow stuffed into his back. The surge of adrenaline made Mycroft Holmes stand up as quickly as possible and turn to the place where the sound came from. He hadn't heard any sound before, and he was sure that anyone who stepped on the old wooden floor of this house would make a sound, and no one could get close to him silently. However, the laws of the physical world lost their effect. A woman in a suit stood by the window, staring out the window at the wet alley and the condensation on the glass windows.

Who are you? He endured the dizziness and the black vision around his vision, and quietly touched the pistol on the table. But as soon as he held the pistol, he felt something was wrong. The weight of the pistol was lighter than before. After a brief moment of surprise, he forced himself to regain his composure, trying not to let his body language reveal his thoughts. The woman turned to look at him, studying his little movements.

You request a dialogue? she repeated the question.

Mycroft Holmes put the pistol back as the woman watched.

Yes, but I don't welcome sneaky guests.

Aren't you going to use this weapon?

There's no need. You or your companions have already emptied the magazine and chamber of the gun while I wasn't paying attention. Mycroft Holmes looked around, his nerves tense with the sense of crisis. Or are you alone? I can't figure out how you got behind me. Do you mind explaining it?

We hired raccoons as spies, and their grubby little paws were everywhere.

Mycroft Holmes forced a smile and regarded it as a coincidence. If you're talking on behalf of that person, please at least give me a title. It's a basic communication problem, without which we can't communicate at all. And how do I know you have the authority to negotiate? I don't want to waste my time on Talking to some low-level commissioner?”

Nothing here will be recorded. The pale face of the woman in a suit had no expression, as if the air had lowered its temperature with her emotions. She had long seen through Mycroft Holmes' tricks and had no intention of revealing her identity. You have no possibility of negotiation, Mycroft Holmes, she said in a banshee-like tone. You will accept the mission.

Why?

My Lord will not just walk into Buckingham Palace and oust the Windsors from the throne, and cancel the executive power, judicial power, and law enforcement power of the British government. The woman said, He has power and jurisprudence, doesn't he? Both Wales and Scotland expect Him to do so. Setting foot on this island, there are many in England who want Him to come to the people.”

Mycroft Holmes asked angrily, What do you want?

After the Political Department of the Hong Kong Police Force was disbanded in 1995, all confidential information was sent back to London. My master wants the confidential information of the Political Department, all the documents.

Impossible! Mycroft Holmes rejected the idea without hesitation. This plan has been going on for many years. The participants include not only MI5, but also the CIA. It is impossible for me to take what you want from the CIA. Information. And many things cannot be solved with a list, and legal issues cannot be solved by assassination.

The woman spoke a name that made Mycroft Holmes clench his fists because he did not want to show fear. That was the name of a Jewish Bulgarian congressman who once had American citizenship. When the emperor launched a war to unify the Balkan Peninsula, this congressman first fled to South America and planned to go to the United States with the support of the CIA, and join other congressmen, civil servants, and businessmen who also fled. and others worked together to form a government-in-exile—this was to arouse divisions within Bulgaria and prepare for NATO’s counterattack on Bulgaria—when the CIA went to the gathering place of the Bulgarian exile faction in the Caribbean as agreed, it discovered that the congressman, including the congressman, was there. All the Bulgarian exiles who went to the mansion died, along with one hundred and twenty-six family members. A few hours later, the family member of the congressman who had gone to the United States to communicate with certain think tank consultants and party representatives was also found dead in his temporary residence in Washington.

Although Mycroft Holmes has done similar things, at least under the guise of anti-terrorism, the actions of the Yugoslav Federation are completely divorced from the post-Cold War political methods based on consultation and negotiation within the same ideological framework. , the attitude of not hesitating to use violent means is frightening. The incident happened under CIA surveillance, but that's not the worst part - what's even worse is that it didn't even get a decent news page, as if Congress, the CIA, and the NSA suddenly gave up. This is a great opportunity. Anyone can smell the opportunity in this incident to make a big fuss about human rights issues, the politics of terror, the rule of law and democracy, and make full use of the value generated by the deaths of those people.

What Mycroft Holmes fears is the ability to completely wipe out such a massacre, rather than the ability to send out killers to kill everyone in half an hour. Any special operations team can do this. The bad news didn’t end there. After that, some think tank consultants and congressmen who had contact with the families of Bulgarian congressmen were in trouble. Who would have thought that a group of black thugs would break into a well-secured wealthy residential area in the middle of the night. Why were these thugs there? After being arrested, he showed the psychological quality that only an agent can have. These are all mysteries. What he saw was the rise of a Leviathan, and what he saw was the emperor of the Balkan Peninsula clearing out all interfering forces as quickly as possible, just like the Cheka in the former Soviet Union, but even more violent and violent than the Cheka. Decisively, violent protests in Bulgaria were completely wiped out in just a few days.

who are you?

I am His messenger, His blade. I slit Senator Shishkov's throat and felt the last breath of life. The woman said calmly, I am here because His patience with you has reached its limit.