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Madame Disraeli herself stepped out of the carriage, her demeanor calmed down, but her face was slightly pale.

"What do you want to do with Gladstone, Old Di?" Mrs. Disraeli asked.

The security guard in charge of the Prime Minister's security had already arrived, and Disraeli walked over to explain something to the captain of the guard.

Tang Tu walked over and interrupted him, "Your Excellency, I have to be fair, this matter may have nothing to do with Gladstone, he is innocent. ”

"Why do you say that?" Disraeli looked at Tang Tu suspiciously.

"Well, before that we captured a sniper who was going to attack you, and she confessed that the person who commanded them was someone from the Congress, and that he was wearing a tie, a little older, dressed in military uniform, and bearded, and looked like a cavalryman." Tang Tu said.

Disraeli frowned and fell into deep thought, and Mrs. Disraeli walked over.

"Leave this matter to me to come to the hall, we can't wronged innocent people. Two valiant gentlemen, are you familiar with the ghetto of our city? ”

Tang Tu was a little confused, so he just replied, "It should be about the same." ”

Mrs. Disraeli nodded, "Very well, if I have the chance, I'd love to visit the Devil's Lands." If you can escort me there, I will be happy to answer your questions. ”

Van Gogh looked at Mrs. Disraeli, "Madame, you go to the ghetto like this?" I think it's a dangerous idea. ”

Mrs. Disraeli looked up, "That's it, you guys will come back to Downing Street later, eight o'clock, it'll be soon." Goodbye, two brave gentlemen. ”

Mrs. Disraeli walked away with a twist on her back. Tang Tu and Van Gogh watched her go.

"How do I feel that this lady is more powerful and ambitious than that gentleman?" Van Gogh said suddenly.

"I feel the same way," Tang Tu said, "let's go, I guess it will be about the same time when we walk back to Downing Street." ”

"It's obviously a continuous mission, but it's divided into stages," Van Gogh looked up at the darkening sky, "and it's really dark in the blink of an eye." ”

Tang Tu and the two returned to Downing Street.

The street lights were already on, and in the small garden next to Disraeli's house, Mrs. Disraeli sat on a bench, seemingly waiting for Tang Tu and the two.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh walked over.

"Madame, are you ready to go? The Devil's Land should only be active at this point, and you're ready for what you're about to face. Tang Tu said.

To her surprise, Mrs. Disraeli looked sad, "I'm afraid I'll have to cancel our agreement." There are too many reporters digging up gossip scandals on the lawn, and I can't be seen as my companions as such..."

Mrs. Disraeli stopped talking, looking at Tang Tu and Van Gogh with apologetic eyes.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh immediately understood that the two of them were wearing assassin cloaks, and no one would look at them as real gentlemen.

"It's okay, ma'am, we'll send them away, and you can follow us when the time comes." Tang Tu said.

"Okay, okay, but please be gentle, okay? The media are always sensitive to any violence inflicted on their own people. Mrs. Disraeli said.

"Trust us, we try not to touch a single hair of them." Van Gogh said.

Mrs. Disraeli lifted the handbag on the bench, and a Chihuahua poked its head out of it.

Tang Tu was startled, and Van Gogh touched the head of the Chihuahua with great interest. The Chihuahua tried to bite Van Gogh's hand ferociously, but of course it didn't succeed.

"Quiet, Desmond!" Mrs. Disraeli scolded the Chihuahua.

Disraeli's carriage stopped at the side door, and Tang Tu and Van Gogh went to the side door to take a look around, and found several children of the Naughty Boy Gang in the corner next to them.

Tang Tu had an idea in his heart, took out two gold coins from his pocket and walked over, "If you can get those guys over there to come with me, these are yours." ”

The children took the gold coins and said, "Right away, sir." ”

The children ran across the street, and Tang Tu said to Van Gogh, "We are divided into two ways, I will lead the reporter away, you take Madame Disraeli first, and I will chase you after the reporter." ”

The children ran out into the street and shouted, "Oops! Look, that's Mr. Bancrof! ”

Tang Tu immediately understood the children's intentions, and immediately covered his head and ran, leaving a string of his figures under the street lamp.

The reporters were alarmed by the name "Bancrof", and happened to see Tang Tu's back running, so they all chased after Tang Tu.

"Lord Bancrof!"

"Lord Bancrof! What do you plan to do after playing the Prince of Wales? ”

"Will you perform a new work by His Excellency Robertson?"

"Who will you play after that?"

"Do you have any statements to make about the show?"

Led the group of reporters around the corner, Tang Tu jumped into the courtyard next to him, where a pair of haystacks were piled up, and he plunged into them.

The reporters ran over, Tang Tu silently counted the time, felt that he was almost turning over, and ran over the wall to the carriage of Disraeli's house.

The carriage was moving slowly, Madame Disraeli was already in the car, and Van Gogh was in the driver's seat.

Tang Tu rushed over, jumped up when he came to the car, and sat next to Van Gogh.

Mrs. Disraeli seemed very excited, "Well done, young man, old Dee should really let you deal with the Liberals." I guess it's time to speed things up, I didn't think I'd be able to walk the Demon Land on my feet. ”

Van Gogh threw off his horsewhip and the car sped up as it headed for the slums. After walking a few streets, the carriage stopped.

"Park here, let's walk through." Tang Tu and Van Gogh got out of the car, opened the car door and helped Mrs. Disraeli down.

Mrs. Disraeli walked the dirty streets of the ghetto with her handbag and skirt in her hand.

"Oh, what a rough place! Lend me your arm, and let's take a closer look at what's in the Demon Lands. ”

"Is your dog okay? Let's hope it doesn't betray us. Van Gogh said.

"Oh, Desmond is alright, he just doesn't like strangers and cats."

The three of them walked silently, passing by many people, and in the dark slums, they could occasionally see a light, but there was no street light.

In the slums at night, people gather in groups, some are fighting, some are making fires, some are laughing, and some are peddling goods.

"What's that gentleman doing over there? Oh yes, that's the legendary one who sells all sorts of things...'hawking vendors'. It's not easy for the working class to use themselves in this way, right? ”

Mrs. Disraeli did not show disgust at what she saw in the ghetto, but was deeply interested. (To be continued.) )