As the chief spy of the military, he is a prosecutor in a secret court specially used for internal review and dealing with his own people. He instinctively doubts everything.
What's more, he didn't believe that Watson really thought that he would be fine after the handover.
For someone like him who knows too much, once he loses power, the best outcome is to stay in a secret cell for the rest of his life, or to plant a bomb for the country to continue doing its dirty work secretly. Even if he was given freedom, he would probably not dare to take a step out of the cell if he lost all his strength, otherwise many people would want him to die on the streets.
There must be something wrong, but he didn't think about it.
"By the way, the rain is getting heavier and heavier."
Watson wiped the rainwater from his face and asked: "Can you hold an umbrella for me, sir? It would be better if we have a hot steak after we are done. I am so cooperative, so you must give me some Preferential treatment, right?”
The spy leader said expressionlessly: "I hope you are not playing tricks..."
He stared at the dead building in the distance—the Third Shipyard.
After sailing ships were eliminated due to backward technology, the shipyard went bankrupt and was completely abandoned.
Except for a sailing club composed of a group of wealthy classic enthusiasts who occasionally clean the place and use the waterway for competitions, almost no one cares about it.
He could even recite the list of leaders of the sailing club, but now it seems that everyone knows that those leaders are just targets to take the blame.
The spy leader looked at Watson coldly, "Why is this warehouse not in the directory?"
"If the directory is useful, why do you need your brain?" Watson shrugged helplessly, "Besides, strictly speaking, this place is not under my jurisdiction. It is a confidential location belonging to the superior department."
"Higher office?"
The spy leader sneered: "You no longer have a superior department. Ever since Maxwell's assassination and rebellion, the fifth department has ceased to exist..."
"Okay, okay, it's up to you."
Watson sighed: "As long as you give me an umbrella, whatever you say will count."
The spy chief waved, and someone held an umbrella for Watson, but the rain still fell on the blanket in front of his knees, making it soaking wet. Watson wiped the rain off his face and sighed.
"My favorite blanket."
The progress doesn't stop.
They opened the door and walked all the way. A group of accompanying accountants quickly ordered the materials in the warehouse to be lit. Room after room, a large number of precious materials were ordered out of them. Even the well-informed spy leader I was frightened to hear this.
Where is the shaman's private treasure
This is simply a country's war reserve warehouse!
With so many war weapons and power armor reserves, what exactly does he want to do...or rather, how long has he wanted to rebel!
Two hours later, he listened to the numbers reported by his secretary, his face expressionless, but he couldn't help but light a cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Hey, friend, can you give me one?"
Watson stretched out his hand to ask for it. The spy leader looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, then suddenly kicked him to the ground. Watson rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and his forehead hit the table leg. It was broken and blood flowed out.
"You'd better not pull any tricks!"
The spy leader stepped on his face and looked at his humiliation, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. Watson allowed him to step on him without any resistance.
"I just want a cigarette...or if you're worried about me, you can kill me here." Watson spread his hands on the ground: "Anyway, I'm useless, right?"
The subordinate looked over, his fingers slightly resting on the handle of the knife, but the secret agent didn't nod, but just snorted: "Take him down, this bastard must have something he hasn't confessed yet."
"Hey, this is different from what was promised."
"Listen, Mr. Watson, what I say is what I say, do you understand?" The spy leader had no expression on his face and threw his cigarette case to him: "Your mission has been completed. Now take the cigarettes you asked for." , go to the military prison cell for vacation, the country will use you."
"Okay, okay, you have the final say."
Watson allowed others to pick him up and put him in a wheelchair. He only frowned when someone stepped on his blanket: "That's my favorite blanket! Be careful! A good Tianzhu product, like you." You can never buy a foot of this stuff in your lifetime..."
"blanket?"
The man who was looking after him laughed angrily. He twisted his feet on the blanket hard, leaving dark footprints, and looked at him provocatively.
"You mean this?"
Watson took a deep breath, exhaled it for a long time, and closed his eyes:
"You misunderstood, I wasn't talking to you just now."
He no longer looked at the damn guy, but just took out a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, struck the match on the back of the chair, and the yellow phosphorus ignited, releasing a faint light.
Then, a crisp and soft sound sounded from the closed warehouse.
Snapped!
The man who stepped on his blanket fell to the ground, his brains and blood staining the blanket red.
The cigarette is lit and a red dot lights up.
More people fell, silently, only the sound of blood gushing out.
Until the end, Watson lay crookedly in the wheelchair, took a deep breath from the cigarette, and exhaled the curls of smoke. Through the blur of smoke, no one could move in the warehouse.
There was a loud roar.
Amidst the belated screams, the spy leader who instantly sensed something bad turned around suddenly, and then saw the silver light coming towards him - the next moment, he was nailed to the wall by a crossbow arrow as thick as his wrist.
There was a big hole in his chest and blood was flowing out.
He looked at Watson in the wheelchair in disbelief and made a vague voice:
"Haha... ho ho..."
In the silence, there was only Watson's breathing and his uncontrollable whine.
It was only then that a vague figure appeared in the depths of the warehouse. In the heavy rain outside the door, figures appeared one after another and gathered together.
"I told you, be careful."
Watson looked down at the blanket covered in plasma and shook his head helplessly: "This is my favorite blanket."
Laura's figure emerged from the void and glanced at him indifferently:
"I'll pay attention next time, Mr. Robin."
"Are you avenging a private vendetta?" Watson was helpless.
Laura shrugged, “You say yes.”
Soon, a thin figure wearing a white poncho came out of the darkness and nodded to Laura: "Madam, everything is solved."
In his hand, the dog-leg knife was dyed blood red, and the rain sprinkled on it, but it couldn't wash away the thrilling red.
"who is it… "
The spy leader who was nailed to the wall looked at those people in disbelief. He couldn't believe that all of his subordinates who had been arranged overtly and covertly were all dead.
In just a few clicks.
He stared hard at Watson and used all his strength to make a sound: "What is this?"
"What else could it be?"
Watson exhaled a puff of smoke and said coldly: "This is the 'fifth department' you mentioned that does not exist. I told you earlier that this place is not under my control. It is the garrison of a higher-level unit. You still don't believe it."
He took the last puff of the cigarette, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette fell into the pool of blood dripping from the spy leader's body. However, it seemed to have fallen into fuel, and it burned with blue flames in an instant.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you."
Watson waved goodbye, "Thank you for the cigarette."
The flames swept across, and after a few snaps of the fingers, the spy leader had disappeared, leaving only a crossbow arrow stuck on the wall and a blackened humanoid mark.
Then he looked back.
At some point, the huge warehouse was filled with people. Some of them are wearing peasant clothes, some are well-dressed, and more of them are wearing tight-fitting hunting clothes and carrying weapons...
It's like he said, Department Five.
According to the plan and instructions given to him by Ye Qingxuan a few days ago, he cleared two routes, used up all the favors, coerced and bribed all the black ships in Angelo, and removed all the combatants of the fifth department from All the people from all over Anglia were transported to Avalon.
After the number was reduced and reduced again, within three days, a total of 5,700 people arrived at Avalon.
Everything follows Ye Qingxuan's will and plan.
Watson looked at the dozen commanders, nodded with satisfaction, reached out, took a thick stack of documents from his subordinates, and threw them on the table.
"Calculating, it's almost time. No need to wait for the signal. The plan is here, finish reading in ten minutes, and then... let Aunt Laura take you and move freely."
Watson smiled: "I wish you a happy time!"
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the distance.
Through the thick curtain of rain, one could see the flames burning in the middle city, as well as the commotion and turmoil one after another.
Immediately afterwards, the burning holy symbol rose into the sky.
Like the sun in the rain.
Watson was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh, "The old men who have been eliminated by the times have done a pretty good job. Older people are still hotter. It seems that things are speeding up here..."
While talking to himself, a burly man came out of the rain, took out a new wheelchair from the dark rainproof felt, carefully lifted Watson up, and placed him on the new vehicle.
Finally, he was properly replaced with a new blanket.
Exactly the same as the original.
"That's what it feels like, it's so good."
Watson rubbed his fingers on the blanket on his knees and nodded with satisfaction: "Derek, you can always understand my thoughts - you should be a housekeeper more than an 'executioner'."
Derek replied in a muffled voice: "If this is your order."
"Of course not. When did you hear that the housekeeper hired another housekeeper?"
Watson smiled and pushed the wheelchair into the rain. Derek followed suit, holding up a huge black umbrella for him to protect him from the wind and rain.
"Is everyone here?"
"As you command, sir."
"Then what are you waiting for? An invitation?"
Watson waved his hand: "If anyone needs it, I'll help them get a few pictures next time, but first come out and let the gentlemen above watch them. Derek, tell them: After collecting money for so long, it's time to work hard."
Derek nodded, took out a heavy whalebone trombone from behind his arms, raised it to his lips, his huge chest bulged as high as a tomb, and then blew it out with all his strength.
Silent.
But in the heavy rain, a long echo echoed.
It's like the long song of a whale as it roams the sea. The long song is like water, penetrating the rain curtain of heavy rain and flowing in all directions. Wherever he passed, countless bronze bells echoed one after another.
So one door was pushed open, followed by the second, then the third...
In those charred houses, in the collapsed ruins, in the damp bridge caves, in the gloomy cellars... the sound of the friction of iron and grindstone stopped suddenly, and a pair of bloodshot pupils were raised.
A cheerful smile in the dark.
After a long time, the thugs who were huddled in the hiding place opened the door, walked into the rain, and breathed in the free air.
Whether they were Anglians, Sicilians, Asgardians, Tianzhu people, or Orientals who were on the run at sea, they followed the call of the horn and returned to the familiar streets, holding swords and iron in their hands.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands…
They walked through the streets and alleys, through torrential rain.
Until the end, they gathered in front of Watson and turned into a dark ocean.
"It looks like everyone is here, which is good. The steak I ordered is coming soon. Time is tight. Let's keep the story short."
Watson breathed a sigh of relief into his slightly frozen hands and rubbed them vigorously.
"God knows how difficult it is to reserve a medium-rare prime steak in Avalon today, so you have to know how to cherish and be grateful, understand? This is basic dining etiquette and an important thing. I hope You guys take it as seriously as I do. That's the only thing you need to pay attention to, other than that, you're free to do whatever you want..."
Along with his words, Tower Bridge roared in the distance.
In the violent explosion, the iron gate shattered, and the blocked passage between the middle city and lower city was reopened.
Watson smiled as if he heard the bell the waiter rang before the food was served.
"It's time for dinner, gentlemen, this is a rare buffet feast. Enjoy the banquet."
The pair of iron-gray pupils reflected the sky lit by flames and turned red, like a demon, full of violence and hunger:
"—I hope your appetite is as good as mine."