"How could there be so many people like aristocrats, bastards, surgeons, or people with a wealth of medical knowledge, something must be wrong. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhen did medical school become a popular thing?" Dior was indignant, and the information fell to the ground.

"Ah, don't you know? Haven't a lot of hospitals been built recently?" Sherlock looked at the information without raising his head, "Do you know that hospital in the East End? It is a new hospital built at the expense of the government, with complete medical equipment and more than 500 service personnel, and there are many talented people who have graduated from medical school. What a great welfare institution, huh? But there's a problem with the hospital. ”

"What's the problem?" Dior unceremoniously pulled some spices out of Sherlock's tobacco box.

"All the people in that hospital are civil servants, and there are no patients there," Sherlock sighed, "which means that there is no work at all, and it is just a waste of state resources with money." Some time ago, the prime minister was thinking about rectifying and cutting civil servants, but a guy who was inaugurated there and had a high reputation among the workers started to go on strike, and these politicians are afraid of these things. In the end, of course, there are many such hospitals in Britain. You see, a shell-like hospital has more than 500 jobs, and the problem of unemployment has been solved."

It is ridiculous that there are not many people, but they still have to build such welfare facilities of unknown significance, and use taxpayers' money to support these idlers, creating the illusion that the country is thriving. The British Empire, which is in thin nature, is left with this only way of maintaining its own honor, and its not so vast territory is being held back by all sides, but for the sake of honor, the country cannot be allowed to become a vassal, and it is necessary to create such an illusion driven by righteousness and selfish desires. Even if the people are hungry and unemployed, and the income of the people at the bottom is pitiful, there is no money left for research on nuclear weapons to do something for the real welfare.

On the one hand, there is strategic cooperation on the surface, but in fact it has long been secretly turned upside down, competing with each other for priority, and on the other hand, the emerging United States, which is constantly making trouble in Europe and the Middle East. How can the British people defend themselves in the coming war? Only the 'weapons' that are smashed with money can do this, and no bullshit army training, any joint operations department, these things will not change the situation of the war at all. Britain, which has placed all its treasures on nuclear weapons, invests half of its armaments every year in research and technologies that can change the face of modern warfare.

If it is not dragged down by the arms race, such persistence can indeed have the desired effect. And there is such a thing at this juncture, which is really difficult for the British Prime Minister.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing," Sherlock laughed wryly, "and the Prime Minister proposes to demolish the Royal Mausoleum to build a railroad, and guess what happened?"

"What else? disturb the rest of the ancestors, disturb the peace of the dead, and blaspheme the state religion, I can find countless reasons to oppose it, let alone the royalists?" replied Dio with a sneer, "You see, the justice you pursue can only lead to this. Jack the Ripper's case, I guess even if you find the murderer, it's just like me. Of course, you can also convince yourself that it is unacceptable for countless heroes who have shed their blood for this country to die without rest, and the two unacceptable things collide together, and the result is, of course, a 'war' that you are not too interested in. This is a battlefield without gunpowder, and passers-by like you and me can't affect everything. ”

"That proposal passed. Sherlock waited for Dio to finish counting her before he spoke slowly.

Dior, on the other hand, looked at Sherlock with a strange expression as if he had heard such a ridiculous statement as 'tomorrow is the end of the world', hoping to see some insincere deception on her face. But she understands that Sherlock can't lie about this kind of thing, and detectives are the profession that uses the truth to debunk lies.

"Is there any follow-up, or is that railroad funded by the Soviet Union, the Ming Kingdom, or the United States?" asked Dior.

"Ah, the railway was funded by the Ming Empire, and the direct route from London to Nanjing will be opened next week, and the tourism industry will also be booming at that time. I don't know how Zhu Yuanfang persuaded the queen, all in all, this matter was settled. But... The recent Jack the Ripper incident will have a little bit of an impact on that matter, so I can only be busy with this lately. The Ministry of Defense has been very idle lately, except for MI5, MI6 and the Hunter Department, everyone has been idle. ”

Poor old York, it seems that he can't attend his granddaughter's wedding? Probably Sophia doesn't have much impression of this grandfather, if old York knows that the groom is Sean, I don't know if he will jump in anger. Dio began to imagine the old York's face when he saw his former comrade-in-arms marry his granddaughter, which must have been funny, so she immediately picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Dio Connor from Joint Operations, and I'm transferring to the Secretary of Defense. ”

"What are you doing with my phone line?" Sherlock glared at her.

"Is it rainy? There's one thing, isn't old York also subordinate to the navy? Dig him up to us, don't worry, let him pay for a while, and let him come back to his granddaughter's wedding... How could I be, I'm an upright villain, how could I plan something unseemly, at most it's just a joke... Just look at the touching scene when the parents and children are reunited. I also knew that there was a communication control in the Hunters' Department, and old York must not have known that they were going to get married, so I surprised him. Yes, that's it, goodbye. ”

After speaking, Dior hung up the phone decisively, not giving Yuru any time to think. It only takes a moment for the shrewd little girl to know that Dio must be ill-intentioned - all her actions are ill-intentioned. So the best way to get her to agree before she has time to think is the same psychological technique that politicians often use.

"Alright, now let's take a look at Jack the Ripper. ”

"No, I have something to do next," Dior took off the gloves he had put on to check the evidence and took his coat off the hanger, "Yuru handed in the list of "D-10" two days ago, and I have to go to the airport to pick up my future members. It seems that the people of the Soviet Union and the Ming Empire will be on the same plane together, and I really look forward to the expression of that guy when he sees me. ”

Soon, Dior got his wish.

Daria held the PTRD and looked at her new 'boss' with a confused expression, righteously teaching the other recruits a lesson. Before she was dispatched here, she was not told who her future boss was, let alone who would receive her, and when she came to report here as usual, she saw that smug and stinky face.

"I am your future commander, Kt. Dio L. Connor, and you may call me Dior. "Dio with his hands in his arms and his legs on the table is full of the temperament of a black/gang boss.

"When did you get the Order of the Garter?" Daria stared at Dio.

"I haven't got it yet, but it's going to be soon, it's all predetermined anyway," Dio said bluntly, "I won't say much, but please remember that the D-10 was established for me, and you can consider this place as my private armed group, and it is legal." With the exception of one of the indiscriminate recruits who didn't even have actual combat experience, you are all battle-hardened warriors, the best of the best. ”

Liao Xueqing: Who do you say is the recruit who is indiscriminate?

Daria: Needless to say, I'm also the best of the best.

"The base of this department is in the northwest of London, please consult the members of the Ministry of Defense for specific matters, and the personnel are not expired at this stage, you can move around freely here during this period, but you must stay within the range of contact - that is, do not hide in a strange laboratory that is hundreds of meters underground and can't even get through to a satellite phone, understand?"

Former KGB agent, Hunter Mercenary, and hero of the Battle for the Fall of the Russian Empire, Daria Pavlichenko. Liao Xueqing, the commander of the third battalion of the Shenji Battalion, and his subordinate Mei Kexin, as well as the "monster" called Zi Buyu, whom Dior nominated her to join. There seemed to be other figures, and when you looked closely, it was a strange girl wearing a sailor's suit, but the skirt was changed to a short skirt, and black-rimmed glasses.

"Who are you, I've never seen you on the list. Dio asked, yawning.

"That, sir, why don't you take a look at the list of orderlies, I'm Su Xiang, a correspondent who was transferred to the headquarters, and I'm about 100 years old this year. ”

"Oh, old immortal correspondent, it's indeed very suitable for you," Dio opened the drawer of the table and took out a stack of materials from it, "Let me see, what strange people were thrown by the old man Zhu Yuanfang of our Ming Empire." Well... By the way, although it is a bit abrupt, the order to move freely is now withdrawn. ”

Dio threw the information to Daria.

"There is a rampant murderer in London, currently codenamed "Jack.the.Ripper", all the information is here, now, whether you are not convinced or feel that you are an elite, I will give you this simple test now. Find the murderer, bring him to court by all means and put him on the gallows, for a time limit of ..."

It's Sean's wedding coming week, and after thinking for a moment, Dio raised his head and said:

"By next week. ”