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

People like him, who know too much, once they lose power, the best outcome is to stay in a secret cell for the rest of their lives, or plant a bomb for the state to continue to do dirty work in the dark. Even if he is given freedom, he will not dare to take a step out of the prison cell if he loses all his strength, otherwise many people will want him to die on the streets.

Something must have been wrong, but he didn't figure it out.

"Anyway, it's getting heavier and heavier. ”

Watson wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Can you get me an umbrella, this gentleman, it would be better if you had another hot steak after the meal." If I'm so cooperative, you always have to give some preferential treatment, right?"

The head of the secret agent was expressionless: "I hope you didn't play tricks......"

He stared at the dead silent building in the distance, the Third Shipyard.

After the sailing ships were eliminated due to backward technology, the shipyard went bankrupt and was completely abandoned.

Except for the occasional cleaning up of a group of wealthy classical enthusiasts, a sailing club that races off the waterways, it's almost unattended.

He could even recite the list of the heads of the sailing club, but now it seems that the ghosts know that those heads are just targets to be used to carry the blame.

The secret agent looked at Watson coldly, "Why isn't this warehouse in the catalog?"

"If the directory is useful, what else do you need to do with your brain?" Watson shrugged helplessly, "Besides, strictly speaking, this place does not belong to my jurisdiction, it is a confidential place belonging to the higher authorities. ”

"Higher-level departments?"

The secret agent sneered: "You don't have a superior department anymore, since Maxwell's assassination and rebellion, the fifth department has not existed......"

"Okay, good, you say. ”

Watson sighed: "Just give me an umbrella, and whatever you say counts." ”

The spy waved his hand, and someone helped Watson get an umbrella, but the rain still fell on the blanket in front of his knees, soaking wet. Watson wiped the rain from his face and sighed.

"My favorite blanket. ”

The march did not stop.

They pushed open the door and drove straight in, and a group of accompanying accountants quickly ordered the materials in the warehouse, room after room, and a large number of precious materials were invited out of it, even the well-informed secret agent was shocked to hear it.

Where is this shaman's private collection?

This is simply a warehouse of war reserves of a country!

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

Two hours later, he listened to the number reported by the secretary, his face was expressionless, but he couldn't help but light a cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly.

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

Watson stretched out his hand to ask for it, and the secret agent looked at him expressionlessly, and for a long time, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked him to the ground. Watson rolled on the ground in embarrassment, his forehead hitting the leg of the table, broken, blood pouring out.

"You'd better not play any tricks!"

The spy stepped on his face and looked at his humiliated appearance, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. Watson let him step on him without the slightest resistance.

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

The subordinate looked over, his fingers slightly on the hilt of the knife, but the secret probe didn't nod, just snorted coldly: "Take him down, this bastard must have something to explain." ”

"Hey, that's different. ”

"Listen, Mr. Watson, what I say is what I say, understand?" The secret agent was expressionless, and casually threw his cigarette case to him: "Your mission has been completed, now take the cigarettes you want and go to the prison cell of the military department for a vacation, the country will use you." ”

"Okay, okay, you're up to you. ”

Watson let others grab him and stuff him in a wheelchair, only frowning when others stepped on his blanket: "That's my favorite blanket! Be careful......!

"Blankets?"

The man who was guarding him laughed angrily, twisted his feet on the blanket so hard that he left black footprints, and looked at him with defiant eyes

"You mean that?"

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

"You misunderstood, I wasn't talking to you just now. ”

He didn't look at the damn creature anymore, he just pulled a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, and the match rubbed it on the back of the chair, and the yellow phosphorus ignited, releasing a faint light.

And so, a crisp sound rang out from the closed warehouse.

Syllable!

The man who stepped on his blanket fell to the ground, his brains and blood staining the blanket red.

The cigarette is lit and a red dot is lit.

More people fell, silently, only the sound of blood gushing.

Until finally, Watson lay crookedly in his wheelchair, took a deep puff of cigarette, and exhaled curling smoke. Through the haze of smoke, there were no more people in the warehouse who could move.

Loud roar.

In the belated roar, the secret agent, who sensed something bad for a moment, turned suddenly, and then saw a silver light rushing in his face—and in the next moment, he was nailed to the wall by a crossbow bolt as thick as his wrist.

A large hole was broken in the chest, and blood flowed out.

He looked at Watson in the wheelchair in disbelief and made a muffled voice:

"Huh...... Ho ho ......"

In the silence, only Watson breathed, and his irrepressible wail.

Only at this time, there was a faint figure in the depths of the warehouse, and in the torrential rain outside the door, one figure after another appeared and converged.

"It's all said, be careful. ”

Watson looked down at the blood-soaked blanket and shook his head helplessly, "This is my favorite blanket." ”

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

"I'll pay attention next time, Mr. Mockingbird. ”

"Are you a communiqué for personal vendetta?" Watson froze.

Lola shrugged, "You say yes." ”

Soon, an emaciated figure wearing a white poncho came out of the gloomy place and nodded to Lola: "Ma'am, it's all settled." ”

In his hand, the dogleg knife was dyed blood red, and the rain sprinkled on it, but it could not wash away a thrilling red.

"Who's ......?"

The spy who was nailed to the wall looked at those people in disbelief, and couldn't believe that all his subordinates who had arranged it in the open and in the dark were all dead.

It was just a few snaps of a finger.

He stared at Watson and used all his strength to make a sound: "This is ...... What?"

"What else could it be?"

Watson exhaled a puff of smoke and said coldly, "This is the 'Fifth Division' that you don't have in your mouth." I told you a long time ago, this place is not under my control, it is the garrison of the superior unit, and you still don't believe it. ”

He took the last puff of his cigarette, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette fell into a pool of blood dripping from the secret agent's body, but it seemed to fall into the fuel oil, and in an instant it burned into a turquoise flame.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. ”

Watson waved goodbye, "Thank you for the cigarette." ”

The flames swept through, and after a few snaps of fingers, the spy was gone, leaving only a lone crossbow bolt stuck in the wall, and a charred humanoid mark.

Then, he turned back.

I don't know when, the huge warehouse was already full of people. Some of them wore peasant clothes, some were well-dressed, and many more were dressed in tight-fitting hunting suits and carried weapons......

As he said, the Fifth Division.

According to the plan and instructions given to him by Ye Qingxuan a few days ago, he emptied the two routes, used up all the favors, coerced and bought all the black ships in Anglo, and transported all the fighters of the Fifth Division from all over Anglo to Avalon.

After the number of people was reduced and reduced, within three days, a total of 5,700 people, all reached Avalon.

Everything was in accordance with Ye Qingxuan's will and plan.

Watson looked at the dozen commanders, nodded with satisfaction, reached out, took a thick stack of papers from his subordinates' hands, and threw them on the table.

"It's about the same time, you don't have to wait for the signal, it's planned to be here, read it in ten minutes, and then ...... Let Aunt Lola take you and move freely. ”

Watson smiled, "Have fun!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud noise was heard in the distance.

Through the heavy rain curtain, you can see the flames burning in Midtown, as well as the hustle and bustle of turmoil.

Immediately after, the flaming emblem rose into the sky.

It's like the sun in the rain.

Watson was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "The old men who have been eliminated by the times are doing well, Jiang is still old and spicy, it seems that the speed here is going to speed up too......"

In the midst of his own words, a burly giant man came out of the rain, took out a new wheelchair from the dark rain blanket, and carefully lifted Watson up and placed him on top of his new car.

In the end, he was properly replaced with a new blanket.

It's the same as the original.

"That's what it feels like, it's good. ”

Watson rubbed his fingers against the blanket on his knees and nodded contentedly, "Drake, you can always understand my mind - you should be a butler more than an executioner." ”

Drake replied in a muffled voice, "If that's your order." ”

"Of course not, when did you hear that the butler hired another butler?"

Watson smiled and pushed his wheelchair into the rain, followed by Derek, holding up a huge black umbrella for him to protect him from the wind and rain.

"Are you all here?"

"Do as you command, sir. ”

"So what are you waiting for?

Watson waved his hand: "If anyone needs it, I'll help them get a few next time, but come out first and let the old men above watch it."

Derek, tell them: the money has been collected for so long, and the time has come to sell their lives. ”

Drake bowed his head, plucked a heavy whalebone trombone from the back of his bosom, raised it to his lips, and his huge chest bulged high like a grave mound, and then blew it out with all his might.

Silent.

But in the rainstorm, there was a long echo.

It's like the long song of a whale as it roams the sea. The long song is like water, penetrating the rain curtain of the rainstorm and flowing in all directions. Everywhere they passed, countless bronze bells sent out one echo after another.

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

In the charred houses, in the collapsed ruins, in the damp bridges, in the gloomy cellars...... The sound of iron rubbing against stone stopped abruptly, and a pair of bloodshot pupils lifted.

A smile in the dark.

After a long time, the thugs huddled in their hiding places pushed open the door and stepped into the rain, gulping in the free air.

Whether they were Anglos, Sicilians, Asgardians, Tianzhuans, or the Orientals who had died at sea, they followed the call of the trumpet, and they returned to the familiar streets, sword and iron in hand.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands......

They walked through the streets and alleys, through the torrential rain.

Eventually, it gathered in front of Watson and turned into a sea of pitch black.

"It looks like everyone is there, which is good. The steak I ordered is almost here, time is pressing, and we'll make a long story short. ”

Watson sighed into his somewhat frozen hands and rubbed them vigorously.

"God knows how difficult it is to order a medium-rare steak at Avalon today, so you have to know how to cherish and be grateful, you know?

It's basic dining etiquette and an important thing, and I hope you take it as seriously as I do. This is the only thing you need to pay attention to, and other than that, you are free to play ......"

Along with his words, in the distance, Tower Bridge roared.

In the midst of the violent explosions, the iron gates shattered, and the blocked passage between Midtown and Downtown was reopened.

Like listening to the waiter's silver bell ringing before serving, Watson smiled.

"It's time for dinner, gentlemen, this is a rare buffet, enjoy the feast. ”

The pair of iron-gray pupils reflected the sky lit by the flames, turning a scorching red, like a demon, full of violence and hunger:

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