Silent Crown Chapter 598: Dinner (Part 2)

As a secret probe of the military department, he is a secret court prosecutor specially used for internal review and dealing with his own people. He instinctively suspects everything.

What's more, he didn't believe Watson really thought he would be fine after the handover.

People like him who know too much, once they lose power, the best end is to stay in a secret cell for a lifetime, or plant a bomb for the country to continue doing dirty work in secret. Even if he was given freedom, he would 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 street.

There must be something wrong, but he didn't want to understand.

"By the way, the rain is getting heavier and heavier."

Watson wiped the rain off his face and asked, "Can you give me an umbrella, gentleman, it would be even better if I had another hot steak afterwards. I'm so cooperative, you always Give some special treatment, right?"

The secret probe has no expression on his face: "I hope you didn't play tricks..."

He stared at the silent third shipyard in the distance.

Because of backward technology, after the sailboat was eliminated, this shipyard went bankrupt and was completely abandoned.

Except for the sailing club formed by a group of wealthy classical enthusiasts who occasionally clean up here, and use the waterway for competitions, almost no one cares about it.

He even memorized the list of the people in charge of the sailing club, but now it seems that the ghost can know that the people in charge are just targets for carrying the pot.

The secret probe looked at Watson coldly, "Why is this warehouse not in the catalog?"

"If the catalog is useful, what else should I do?" Watson shrugged helplessly, "Besides, strictly speaking, this is not under my jurisdiction, it is a confidential place belonging to a higher-level department."

"Superior department?"

The secret probe sneered: "You no longer have a superior department. Since Maxwell's assassination and rebellion, the fifth department does not exist..."

"Well, well, you have the final say."

Wason sighed: "Just give me an umbrella and everything you say will count."

Waved with a dense probe, someone helped Watson open the umbrella, but the rain still fell on the blanket in front of his knees, soaking wet. Watson wiped the rain off his face and sighed.

"My favorite blanket."

The advancement did not stop.

They opened the door and drove straight in. The accompanying accountants swiftly please click the materials in the warehouse, room after room, a large number of precious materials are invited to point out, even if they are well-informed Hearing the secret probe, he was frightened.

Where is the shaman’s possession?

This is simply a country’s war reserve warehouse!

With so many weapons of war and power armor reserves, what exactly does he want to do...or, how long has he wanted to rebel!

Two hours later, he heard the numbers reported by the secretary, his face expressionless, but couldn't help lighting a cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Hey, friend, can you give me one?"

Watson stretched out his hand to ask for it, and looked at him blankly. For a long time, he suddenly lifted his foot and knocked him to the ground. Watson rolled awkwardly on the ground, his forehead hit the leg of the table, broken, and blood flowed out.

"You better stop playing tricks!"

The secret probe stepped on his face, watching him look humiliated, but the anxiety in his heart became more and more serious. Watson allowed him to step on himself, without resisting at all.

"I just want a cigarette...or, if you are worried about me, you can kill me here." Watson spread his hands on the floor: "Anyway, I'm useless anymore, am I?"

The subordinate looked over, with his fingers slightly on the handle of the knife, but the dense probe did not nod, just coldly hum: "Take him down, this **** must have something to explain."

"Hey, this can be said to be good and different."

"Listen, Mr. Watson, what I said is what I said, understand?" The secret probe was expressionless, and threw his cigarette case to him: "Your mission has been completed, now take you with you If you want cigarettes, go to the military cell for a vacation, the country will use you."

"Finally, you have the final say."

Watson allowed others to pick him up and put him in a wheelchair, only to frown when others stepped on his blanket: "That's my favorite blanket! Be careful! Good Tianzhu goods, Don’t even want to buy a foot like you for the rest of your life..."

"Blanket?"

The person who looked after him laughed angrily, and twisted his foot on the blanket, leaving black footprints, and his eyes were provocative

"You mean this?"

Watson took a deep breath and exhaled it long, closing his eyes:

"You misunderstood, I didn't talk to you just now."

He didn't look at the **** guy anymore, just drew a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, rubbed the match on the back of the chair, and the yellow phosphorus ignited, releasing a faint light.

So, a crisp, soft sound rang from the enclosed warehouse.

Slap!

The person who stepped on his blanket fell to the ground, his brain 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.

Until the end, Watson lay crookedly in the wheelchair, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and exhaled a curl of smoke. Through the faint smoke, there are no more people able to move in the warehouse.

There was a loud roar.

In the late screaming sound, I instantly noticed that the unfavorable secret probe suddenly turned around, and then saw the silver light rushing toward his face. The next moment he was nailed to the wall by a crossbow bolt with a thick wrist. .

There was a big hole in his chest, blood flowing out.

He looked at Watson in the wheelchair in disbelief, making a vague voice:

"Hehe...hoho..."

In the silence, there was only Watson's breathing, and his unquenchable wailing.

Until this time, indistinct figures appeared in the depths of the warehouse. In the heavy rain outside the door, one figure after another appeared and gathered.

"I have said it, be careful."

Watson looked down at the blanket covered in plasma, and shook his head helplessly: "This is my favorite blanket."

Lola's figure emerged from the void, and she glanced at him indifferently:

"I will pay attention next time, Mr. Robin."

"Are you public revenge?" Watson was helpless.

Lola shrugged, "You said yes."

Soon, a thin figure wearing a white poncho walked out of the dark place and nodded to Laura: "Madam, it's all solved."

In his hand, the dogleg knife was dyed blood red, and the rain splashed on it, but it couldn't wash away the thrilling red.

"Who is..."

The secret probe nailed to the wall looked at those people in disbelief, and couldn't believe that all the subordinates that he had arranged in the open and dark were all dead.

In just a few clicks.

He stared at Watson, using all his strength to make a sound: "What is this...?"

"What else can it be?"

Watson breathed out a breath of smoke and said coldly, "This is the'fifth sector' that does not exist in your mouth. I told you earlier, this place is not under my control, it is the station of the higher-level unit, you still don’t believe it. ."

He finished the last puff of cigarette, flicked his finger, the cigarette fell into the pool of blood dripping from the body of the dense probe, but it seemed to fall into the fuel, and in a flash, it burned with a blue flame.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you."

Watson waved goodbye, "Thank you for the smoke."

The flame swept through, and after a few snaps, the secret probe had disappeared, leaving only the solitary crossbow bolt on the wall, and a scorched humanoid mark.

Then, he turned around.

I don't know when, the huge warehouse is already full of people. Some of them are dressed in peasant clothes, some are well-dressed, and more people are in tight-fitting hunting suits with weapons...

As he said, the fifth department.

According to the long echo a few days ago.

It's like a long song when a whale roams in the sea. The long song is like water, penetrating the rain curtain of heavy rain and flowing in all directions. Wherever he went, countless bronze bells issued one after another response.

So a door was pushed open, followed by the second, the third...

In the burnt houses, in the collapsed ruins, in the damp bridge holes, in the gloomy cellars... the sound of iron rubbing against the whetstone stopped abruptly, and a pair of bloodshot eyes raised.

A cheerful smile in the dark.

After a long time, the mobs huddled in their hiding places pushed open the door, walked into the rain, and breathed free air.

Whether it was an Anglo, Sicilian, Asgardian, Tianzhu, or desperate Oriental at sea, following the call of the horn, they returned to the familiar street, holding a sword and iron in their hands. .

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

They walked in the streets and alleys, through the heavy rain.

Until the end, they gathered in front of Watson and turned into a dark ocean.

"It looks like everyone is here, very good. The steak I ordered is coming soon. Time is running out. Let's make a long story short."

Watson breathed a sigh at his slightly frozen hands and rubbed vigorously.

"God knows how difficult it is to order a half-cooked steak in Avalon today, so you must know how to cherish and be grateful, okay?

This is basic dining etiquette and an important thing. I hope you will take it as seriously as I do. This is the only thing you need to pay attention to. In addition, you can play freely..."

With his words~IndoMTL.com~In the distance, the Tower Bridge roared.

In the sound of the violent explosion, the iron gate shattered, and the blocked passage between Midtown and Lower City was reopened.

Watson smiled like he heard the silver bell rang by the waiter before the dishes were served.

"It's time for dinner, gentlemen, this is a rare buffet. Enjoy the banquet."

The pair of iron-gray eyes reflected the sky lit by the flames, turning red, like a monster, full of violence and thirst:

"I hope your appetite is as good as mine."

　　

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