Jingle bells, a short ringing came from the front door, and Sergei, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time, knew that the fat newsboy, who was always stealing and playing tricks, had finally delivered the new newspaper that had been published in London yesterday.

It was now getting closer to the time for a public presentation at Oxford, and there were more and more uniformed patrolmen and civilian secret police in the town. Ivanovic had forbidden his players to hang out, so much so that reading the newspaper had become the gang's only pastime besides playing cards.

"Aha, I knew the Russians weren't going to let the British dominate, even in areas of science and technology that they weren't good at." Sergei, who was the first to get the newspaper, deliberately lengthened his voice to provoke his colleagues who did not grab the newspaper.

"Alright, Sergey, stop pretending! Tell me what the news is up there that deserves your surprise!" Ivanovich said.

"It is said that Popov of St. Petersburg University has recently completed an experiment of 'long-distance' wireless transmission of sound, oh hoo, ahead of Oxford University, although I doubt this so-called long distance, I still have to congratulate Comrade Popov!" Sergey said.

In the history of time and space, the Russian scientist Popov published a paper entitled "The Relationship between Metal Chips and Electrical Oscillation" in 1895, and successfully demonstrated a radio receiver, and the following year he replaced the electric bell with a telegraph, and successfully performed a radio transmission of Morse code in front of more than 1,000 people, although the transmission distance at that time was only 250 meters.

The telegram at that time was almost a few words - "Heinrich. Hertz" (in honor of the German physicist Hertz, who discovered the existence of electromagnetic waves), but it is certain that it was the world's first wireless telegraph with a definite content.

So why did the West never recognize Popov as the inventor of radio technology? In addition to squeezing out the Soviet Union, a country whose ideology and they did not deal with, another reason was that Popov had never received even a penny of help from the Tsarist government when he was alive. Edison, Andrew. Carnegie's Marconi fought over the patent rights to radio in Western society.

In fact, two years after the U.S. Patent Office subleased the patent rights for radio technology to Marconi, a depressed Popov died of a cerebral hemorrhage. Since the Nobel Prize is awarded only to the living, Popov was not able to receive this honor in the end, despite his outstanding contribution to the field of radio.

"Well, the wired telephone was invented 20 years ago, and if you don't consider the transmission distance and the size of the device, wireless sound transmission is not a great technology nowadays." Communications expert Anton said as he tried to pick up the radio signals from the British.

"Zi, zi,! That guy is pointing a revolver at me, Jonathan, you'd better hurry up! ”

A sudden conversation on the radio stunned Anton, Ivanovich and Sergei, who were sitting around.

What the heck? Is the Brit also going to demonstrate the technology of radio sound transmission? No, it says that someone is threatening someone with a gun, could it be that the CIA sissies dared to break into the British's radio lab?

"Z, z, Hawley, you have to find a way to stabilize him, I have to find Wall first, only he has an MP5." The one who replied was obviously Jonathan.

"Sir, please calm down, you can say what you want, but threatening the police with a gun is a felony!" The man, Hawley, did Jonathan's words and tried to reassure the man with the gun pointed at him.

"It's also a felony to impersonate a police officer, I'm from Scotland Yard, and I don't think we have a female officer like you there." This sentence should have been said by the man with the gun.

This is a solved case.,Another cute new one hit the muzzle of the British.,The most unreliable thing is that Ya still thinks she's the real policeman.,And the gun-wielding gangster opposite!

"Hey! Listen, hurry up and find a way to go, don't leave any traces, remember the contract you signed? Ivanovich snatched the microphone from Anton's hand and said loudly.

Holly and Judy, who were being pointed at with their revolvers by the Scottish Yard detectives, were hurrying to Oxford in the morning, apparently instead of chasing the "suspect" they thought had smoked the leaves of some kind of plant, they had instead recruited another man who claimed to be a Scotland Yard detective.

Detectives at Scotland Yard? You dare to pretend to be a detective in Scotland Yard with an inferior handmade badge in your hand? Come on, we're patrol officers from the Metropolitan Police Force too, can you see how far apart your thing is from ours? Well, it's really a long way off, and the police badges displayed by both sides are a hundred and twenty years apart!

When Ivanovic's hairy English came out of the walkie-talkie on Hawley's shoulder, the Scotland Yard agent with the pistol was even more sure that the other side was the spy who had come to carry out the sabotage.

Although they didn't have guns in their hands, Holly and Judy weren't the kind of bastards who couldn't finish their careers, and a signal of unknown origin suddenly cut into the walkie-talkie and prompted them to sign the contract, and they realized that they had crossed.

“Shit！ I warned you earlier that this town is a bit too old. Judy whispered to Hawley.

“F*ck！ Can't that damn 'director team' give you some hints in advance? Plan C! Hawley muttered quietly.

Neither Hawley nor Judy are armed with guns, well, in fact, in the United Kingdom, except for the police officers on duty and patrolling at Buckingham Palace, 10 Downing Street, London Heathrow Airport, the U.S. Embassy in the United Kingdom, and so on, the police in other places are basically not equipped with guns.

John Bull's police have a tradition of not being armed with guns, a tongue-in-cheek tradition that dates back to 1829, when British Prime Minister Robert Pierre established the British Security Force, which did not advocate the use of guns for police. He thinks it makes people nervous to carry guns when British police patrols and deals with disputes. He claimed that it was a gentleman's practice for the British police not to have to carry guns when dealing with ordinary cases, which also showed that the British police had good professional qualities and attitudes.

The concept of police officers not carrying guns has been practiced in the United Kingdom for nearly 200 years, even after the terrorist car hit and killed a police officer near the Parliament in London and the suicide bomber attack on a concert in Manchester, more than 90% of the London police officers still do not carry guns in their daily duties, relying only on sprayers, handcuffs, batons and the occasional stun gun to maintain law and order. The reason for this is that the traditional concept of British society does not accept violence against violence.

Of course, even if the gun ownership rate of the British people is very low, the police are still trained in how to deal with gunmen, and the Plan C that Hawley mutters quietly is the response he and Judy agreed to deal with gunmen.

"Sir, you see I have a gun in my hand, and if we don't calm each other, both of us could be mortally wounded." Hawley said, holding up the hand-held radar speedometer in his hand.

Cao Nima, I don't believe that you turtles can see that this thing is not a gun, let's fool it first, Holly thought to himself.

If the clock were to go back a month, the Scotland Yard detective who narrowly escaped the explosion on a business trip to Liverpool would not have believed Hawley's nonsense.

However, after seeing the scene of the cloudburst bomb explosion where even the cockroaches could not escape, you can tell him that the strange-looking thing in the spy opposite is a gun, which is obviously easy for him to accept.

The confrontation with the "spy" with a gun obviously distracted the Scotland Yard detective, and Judy, who quietly distanced herself from Welfare, took out the spray and sprayed it in the face of the girl.

Bang! The detective, squirted by the irritating liquid, instinctively pulls the trigger, and a bullet hits the slate at Hawley's feet.

"F*ck! I got shot in the leg!" The gunshots were followed by Hawley's screams.

Judy quickly pounced on the gun-wielding Scotland Yard detective and attempted to handcuff him.

"Judy! Don't leave a mark! Hawley endured the pain and said, obviously the handcuffs brought out of the light curtain are also a trace from the future.

Woooooo It was a police car with flashing blue police lights speeding through the ancient town.

"Hawley, what are you going to do with that trace?" Judy, who was holding down the detective with her body, looked at the speeding police car and pouted at Hollinu.