Armed with great results, Eder made his way back to Romania.

Eder was very happy with the meeting, but when he returned to Bucharest, he was not feeling well. It's like the county magistrate Tang who is eating hot pot and singing, and he met a bandit halfway. And Eder's robbery bandits, like in the movie, came and went like flying, and suddenly gave him a big surprise.

"You say Turing is dead?"

Edel looked at Hall Monkman in front of him with an angry expression. If he didn't have a whip in his hand, he would have wanted to beat the other party hard.

It's not that Eder has a lot of affection for Turing, and he hasn't even seen the other person in person, but because Holmemman also said, "The murderer was caught red-handed." ”

As the saying goes, good deeds do not leave a name, in fact, bad deeds cannot be named. Zhang Haozi, who robbed the road, had to wear a mask even if he left his name, and this news was like Zhang Haozi robbing the road without a mask, violating the Basic Law.

"Is there any exposure?"

And Eder's first reaction to the news was whether it had been discovered or not. If it hadn't been discovered, then there was room for remedy in the matter, and if it had been discovered, then Eder would have to think about the last resort.

"It wasn't detected, and we responded in the first place. Everyone is currently in hiding, and all the operatives have been gathered together and prepared to return home by boat. ”

As the top head of Romania's intelligence services, Holmonkmann certainly knew the best way to respond. And this report to Eder is also to let him know as soon as possible, which is also Holmonkman's way of survival.

Because he knew that as the head of Romanian intelligence, he had too many secrets. Among them, the king's trust in himself is the key to whether he can do it or not, and he knows this point most clearly, you can not report your merits, but you must let the leaders know if you are wrong.

This is the secret of Holmonkmann's ability to serve as the head of the intelligence department for nearly ten years, and I don't know how many people who are better than themselves have missed the opportunity to be favored because they don't understand this truth.

"Any news on that?"

Eder didn't bother to reprimand Holmemman in front of him now, and immediately asked about the latest developments in the situation.

"Not yet."

Hearing no news, Edel walked back and forth in the room, while Holmemmann kept his head down and waited for His Majesty's instructions or punishment.

Speaking of which, it was also the bad luck of the intelligence department, this operation was originally intended to create the illusion of a fire, but I didn't expect to meet a Turing friend to visit at that time. He was going to solve it with his friend, but his friend was from Scotland Yard and was agile, killing and injuring two people on the mission.

And the head of intelligence in Britain, who knew that the matter might be exposed, immediately reported the situation to Bucharest, so Holmemmann immediately reported to Eder, who had just rushed back home.

Edel thought for a moment and asked. "Now do your intelligence services have any follow-up methods?"

Holmemmann knew that His Majesty was asking himself if he had any means to nip the danger in the bud. It's not that the intelligence services don't have other means, but that these methods do more harm than good. Romanian intelligence has done a lot of things to wait for, and this is a clear thing.

So Hol Monkman could only reply. "Your Majesty, our chosen executors are fanatical patriots who are ready to sacrifice for the kingdom. In addition, in order to prevent such an unexpected situation, we also arranged another set of identities for them. ”

As for what the identity is, it is nothing more than the intelligence services of other countries doing it. Countless spies are captured by Romania every year, and it is not surprising to pick a few of them to arrange their identities, which of course is their last resort.

Eder is naturally not as familiar with intelligence work as Hol Monkman, so this matter can only be handed over to him, but there is still a necessary beating.

"I'll leave this matter to you to deal with, and I only look at the results. Let's hope this result is good. ”

After saying that, Edel patted the intelligence leader in front of him.

Holmemmann knew that although His Majesty did not say it, if Romania was blown out, he would have to bear the consequences. When the time comes, it will become a luxury to want to retire, and there are not many ways for him to do it now. Because according to what he knew, the captured Romanian agent was currently locked up in Scotland Yard, where it was tightly arranged, and there were really not many ways he could use, but he didn't need to sacrifice one or two chess pieces for himself.

……

In the heavily guarded Scotland yard, screams can be heard in an interrogation room.

A naked man is torturing a prisoner who has been tied up with flowers.

A special leather whip stained with salt water was causing shocking scars on its body.

The big man was very skillful, and although the prisoner kept screaming, he would not faint in pain.

Not enough whipping is also a technical job, and when the big man was tired, the two inquisitors sitting next to him spoke slowly. "Tell me, who instructed you behind it?"

The prisoner, who had been given a chance to breathe, replied miserably while greedily inhaling air. "I don't know."

This sentence apparently angered one of the interrogators, who stepped forward and pinched the jaw of his interrogator.

"You don't know, we investigated very clearly, you and the dead one suddenly appeared, and then went directly to Professor Turing's house. There are so many rich people who live next to him, why do you choose his house? And it's so coincidental that you just walked to his door and wanted to grab the money, are you stupid? ”

Faced with the interrogator's questioning, the prisoner suddenly collapsed and cried out. "I really don't know, I did go there at that time, and I really wanted to grab some money to drink."

However, his performance did not arouse any sympathy from the two inquisitors. They have seen this situation a lot, but they just want to get by, is it really an idiot for Scotland Field, they have encountered it in cunning opponents.

"Keep the torture and don't let him die."

With a wave of his hand, the screams in the interrogation room were heard again.

Suddenly, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and the Trinity who was interrogating inside didn't seem to pay much attention, it was just to come in to change the water. The water is too dirty to stick to the whip and whip people. And the staff who changed the water silently put down the bucket of clean water he brought, and took away the bucket with blood stains.

When he closed the door, the screams continued. But he turned a deaf ear, and still walked slowly in the passage, he was tired of this place for a long time, but he could only continue to stay here for the sake of the country. And today will be the day of his liberation, and the whole person will walk a lot briskly. Although he was destined not to see the sun tomorrow, he just wanted to see the night tonight.

Shortly after he left, the screams from the interrogation room grew quieter and quieter. This made the three people in the interrogation room feel a little strange, and one of the interrogators, after stopping the action of the torture man, curiously lifted the prisoner up, only to see that the prisoner was already blue and about to fall into a coma.

One of the experienced interrogators' face changed dramatically. "Oh no, it's poisoned."

All three immediately shouted at the same time. "There's something wrong with the guy who changed the water."

Immediately the sirens sounded, and the heavily guarded Scotland yard was immediately closed, surrounded by a large number of armed military police. Everyone got the news and looked for a staff member named Frank, who was lying quietly on a relatively hidden meadow, like a sleeping baby.

This made the whole Scotland Yard extremely angry, because no one had ever dared to assassinate here. There is no cleaner who is actually an unknown undercover agent, how can this not make people angry.

In Bucharest, Holmemmann was in his office, distressedly putting the information of an agent into the brazier, the photo on this document was somewhat similar to that of the suicide Frank, but he was younger and more energetic.

But all this is unknown with the flames.

Only Hol Monkman himself knows, he is called Rawls from Nielce, codenamed Blue Pigeon.