It was a scorching afternoon, and everything was whitened by the sun.

The steaming water was steaming, swept by the weak sea breeze, and blowing towards Avalon, adding a third of the suffocating heat to the city.

In the sweaty heat, the whole city seems to smell burnt.

And in Shangcheng, in a delicate villa, the study is full of cold air. A constant stream of cool breezes blows in from the pipes, making it possible to enjoy yourself comfortably in such a hot summer.

Behind the desk, a slightly old man with a monocle was engrossed in cleaning his favorite pipe, when in the silence there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

He frowned, looked up at the door, and saw the old steward push the door in a panic.

The man was already sweating and his face was flustered, and he looked at his master in horror, but he could not speak.

It looked like he had run all the way from the gate, panting, and the old bone looked like he was running for his life, looking like he was six gods and no one, and he was clutching a crumpled envelope in his hand.

"Spencer, Master Spencer. ”

He hurried forward and placed the open envelope in his hand on the table: "I just picked up the letter...... Look at this. ”

"Who's of it? Didn't you say that you answered the inconsequential letter for me?"

Spencer frowned, unwrapped the folded letterhead, and examined its contents, seemingly inconsequential.

It looked like a letter from a junior, greeting his body, thanking him for his care, and feeling lucky that he had been mentioned at someone's wedding last month......

Last month?

He was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart: "On the seventh of last month, did I attend any wedding?"

"No, sir. ”

Karen, who knew Spencer's schedule, shook his head stiffly: "The seventh of last month...... It's the day when those people come to pick up the goods. ”

"Those people?"

Spencer froze for a moment.

He looked down at the letter again, only to see what seemed to be a prosaic sentence, and between the lines seemed to imply a transaction that no one should have known about.

The quantity of the goods. Departure time, distribution channel......

The shipload of goods that should have been unknown to no one, the smuggled ordnance that should have been hidden in the dark, and the secrets that should have been rotted in the stomach. It was written into the letter in this way!

Six hundred sets of heavy armor, seventy of the latest Warden's crossbows, and most importantly, ...... Five sets of Archangel armor, battlefield killing machines researched by the Royal Academy.

They should have been quietly smuggled into the dark world, becoming a secret that no one knew, as they should be, as they should be......

It should have been so!

But now it's all been debunked by one person. And the man was so arrogant and mocking that he left his name behind the letter.

- Sherlock Holmes!

At the end of the letterhead, the man who left the handwriting said this.

After reading the last line, Spencer's face had turned pale and frozen.

"Those goods, being ...... Found it, sir. Karen Butler's voice was hoarse.

"Impossible!"

Spencer was furious at first, but looking at the old butler's panicked eyes, he didn't know where this anger should be tilted!

"Fuck, fuck ......"

He gritted his teeth and crumpled the entire letter into waste paper. Thrown on the ground, he stepped on angrily, and it was not until he finally calmed down that he turned around and asked:

"What about the messenger?"

"It was a little beggar who threw it into the mailbox, and we didn't have time to catch it, so we fled. The old housekeeper wiped his sweat: "Master, do we need to ...... this matter?"

"Calm down!"

Spencer gritted his teeth: "It's not bad enough, it can still be covered." ”

He trembled in his heart. Talking to himself, as if comforting himself: "If you can still cover it, no one will know, no one will ......"

"Sir. Sir!"

The servant knocked on the door, and when he pushed it open, he found a frozen atmosphere in the room, and two more people cast gloomy eyes at him.

"What's the matter?"

Spencer's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Didn't I say you weren't allowed to disturb me in the study?"

"Here, two guests, they want to see you. ”

"Don't you see I'm busy?!"

Spencer was furious and smashed his pipe at his feet, forgetting that it was his most beloved treasure. He roared. venting the panic in his heart:

"Let them go! I don't see anyone!

"He—they say ......"

The servant swallowed: "They say they are the fifth department and want to consult you about something. ”

Spencer was stunned, and the old butler Cullen turned his head stiffly, his eyes glazed:

"The ...... of the military department Fifth Division?"

The servant nodded.

Cullen stumbled and sat on the ground, his breath almost stopped.

This old housekeeper, who has always been proud of his demeanor, can no longer maintain his original heroic posture, and his old age is fully revealed, like an epilepsy patient who can't take care of himself.

He looked back at Spencer, his eyes full of despair:

"Old man......"

The Fifth Division, the Hound Division, the Mad Dog Litter, the Executioner's House, the Incineration of Ashes, and the Nightmare Division...... These are its nicknames.

It is known that there are only four departments of the military department, and the fifth does not exist. But the fifth one exists, and they were secretly formed after the dragoon unit was banned, and they are responsible for surveillance, intelligence, assassination, and dealing with all problems that cannot be put in the light of day.

Not belonging to any sequence, this group of guys is a wild dog who only owes allegiance to the royal family, and the person in charge is an old bone that has gone through three dynasties, and people hate it to the point of itching teeth - Maxwell.

Led by this old bone, they have become almost a nightmare for the whole of Anglo. Everyone knows that this group of executioners does not come to the door for anything......

"Sir, sir...... Gone, sir. ”

The servant called out to the sluggish Spencer in a panic, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, but Spencer screamed, slapped his hand away, staggered back, and almost leaned against the wall.

"I'm not leaving!"

He looked frightened, curled up in the corner, and screamed like madness: "I'm not going anywhere! They can't do that to me!"

"Sir, it's they who are gone. The servant bowed his head and said again, "They are gone." ”

Spencer was stunned, as if in disbelief: "Gone?"

"Yes. Let's go. ”

The servant nodded: "They said that you don't look very convenient. I left an invitation that said that you are welcome to come and sit at any time, or they will come and pick you up. ”

Spencer sat down in his chair in confusion and stared out the window.

Under the scorching sun outside the window, two men dressed in black boarded the carriage. Gone silently. They're gone, are these mad dogs really gone?

After a long time, Spencer finally reacted and raised his head to order:

"Get out, all out! I want to be alone for a while......"

The servant walked out with Cullen limp in his arms, and Spencer, alone in the silent study, activated the secret door and entered the small secret room.

He sat down in a chair in the secret room, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transformed into a bird of prey.

A vulture soaring in the sky-

When he reached the top floor of the bell tower. In that hidden conference room, everything was already in chaos.

Angry and flustered birds of prey are chattering and arguing, screaming.

The vulture folded its wings and landed in the middle, discovering that the people who had come here today were very familiar...... They are all 'companions' who have worked with them.

The 'Pelicans' are maintaining order.

"Calm down, don't make noise!"

"Pelican, do you really know where we're at?" the magpie screamed, "What's going on with that letter?"

The vulture was stunned, and it was not he who received the letter alone.

He turned around and found that fourteen families had received the letter from an unknown source, and six of them had already been visited by the secret police.

"Where's the Falcon?" asked the vulture in a low voice.

"Taken away. ”

The owl descended from the sky and said in a cold voice, "Just a few minutes ago." I just got the message. ”

The birds were dead silent for a while, and their eyes were flustered.

"Calm down, guys. ”

In contrast, the Pelicans were much calmer: "It's obvious. Our relationship with the Rat Society has been discovered. The record of smuggling has been thoroughly exposed.

It's got to this point, it's irreparable, we need to deal with the aftermath, the aftermath, understand?"

"Who the hell is that Sherlock Holmes guy?" the owl grinded his teeth angrily, "I'm going to make this bastard dead!"

Where's the robin? Isn't he in charge of the Lower Town?"

"Rest quiet, friend. I am here. ”

A blue robin fell from the sky, landed in the center of the crowd, and said lightly: "The people below are following the clues. ”

"Damn, it's always being checked, checked!"

The vultures were furious: "That bunch of waste can't find anything!"

The Pelican also nodded: "Most of the people in Downtown who are willing to work for us are the rat club, is the rat club still credible now? we must let Sam give us an explanation!"

"Sam is gone. He knew we were looking for him and would definitely go into hiding. ”

The robin told even worse news: "Perhaps, he has fallen into the hands of the guy named Sherlock Holmes." ”

The pelican hesitated for a moment and said, "I can go to the musician of the Apocalypse Department, and I will definitely find some clues from the letter." ”

"It's useless, I've already looked for it. ”

The owl shook his head: "Master Mona has already read the letter, and there are no clues on it at all, no fingerprints, no sweat, no body odor." The guy was wearing gloves. There is no medium to trace his identity.

That guy is an expert in his own right, and he might even be a musician. ”

"What about letterheads, stationery is the best medium!"

"I've tried, and the movement of "Yesterday Again" is so confusing that there are even a lot of musicians' breath left on it, but none of them are him.

It was as if the letters had been written in the conference room of the Musicians' Guild!

Moreover, even the people from the police department don't need to look for it, and the blind can see that the person who wrote this thing is definitely an aristocrat...... Either it was a scribe in a noble family. Guys, is your secretary really credible?"

He paused, his eyes dangerous:

"Or is he one of us?" )