Professor Arnold's brain exploded, like a shock bomb detonated at close range, and the loud sound and bright light instantly made Harry Hart fall into a state of vertigo, and before he could react, he had already caught a glimpse of two men in black breaking into the door of the university classroom.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire classroom, and the two men in black who had been assigned to monitor and protect Professor Arnold realized that something was wrong the moment they saw Professor Arnold's death, and they all pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the filthy Harry Hart.

However, the old agent was always the old agent, and when ordinary people couldn't get back to normal without thirty or fifty seconds, he had already subconsciously pulled out a golden slender lighter, placed it on the lectern in the center of the classroom, and then threw himself towards the window.

When Harry Hart smashed the window glass of the classroom and escaped, the lighter in the classroom directly burst into a fierce flame, and this high-explosive grenade disguised as a lighter directly destroyed the entire classroom, and the two men in black were completely killed on the spot.

Only Harry Hart, who caused the explosion, half-groped his way into the small taxi he was driving.

The empty taxi locked the doors on both sides, and as if receiving some order, it ignited its own engine and quietly returned to the royal agent's territory without attracting any attention.

After receiving a shock bomb from close range, and being injured by his own high-explosive grenade as he escaped, Harry Hart was severely injured in the spine of his neck, with multiple fractures all over his body, and countless tiny glass shards embedded in the flesh.

It took an unknown amount of time for the royal agent's medical department to pull him back from the gate, and then, as it should be, he fell into a long slumber - it wasn't until today, three months later, that the old agent woke up and pressed the pager next to his bed.

Half an hour later, as Harry Hart stood in front of the pool, carefully shaving his beard in front of the ward's mirror, the door to the ward was silently opened, and a young man in his early twenties walked in with a pug.

"Don't you know what a knock is before you come in?"

Hearing footsteps, Harry raised his head slightly, looked at the young man in the mirror and frowned.

"I'll only knock on the door when I'm planning a burglary, and Merlin says you want to see me?"

The young man with a big smile on his face is named Eggsie, the son of Harry's old friend, and Eggsie's biological father, who sacrificed himself to block a high-explosive grenade in order to protect Harry and other comrades in the previous Lancelot's qualification battle.

Because of this incident, Harry has always felt guilty, and after confirming that his old friend's son has the right heart and ability, he took Eggsy to the royal agent for training, ready to participate in the qualification competition for the new Lancelot, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of his old friend's dream.

"I want to congratulate you on making it to this point and becoming one of the last six candidates, your grades are very good, much better than I expected, maybe you can really carry on your father's unfinished business and become the real Lancelot."

After seeing that Eggsy was doing well, Harry put down the razor in his hand and slowly walked over to Eggsy.

Before Eggsy could reply, there was a sudden knock on the door of the ward, as if sarcastically Eggsy had just broken in without knocking, and Harry nodded lightly at Eggsy, as if to say, "Look, that's what is called politeness", and then spoke slowly in the direction of the door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a tall, glasses-wearing, bald man walked into the room.

The person who came was about thirty years old, maturity was his trademark, wearing a cashmere shirt with black trousers, a bow tie carefully tucked into his clothes, and a black document pad in his hand, but in fact it was a tablet disguised as a clipboard.

The man's code name [Merlin], just like the legendary mage Merlin in the Knights of the Round Table, he is the royal agent's strategic and tactical support electronic technology expert, commonly known as "the man who provides support behind your back", and manages all the normal activities of the royal agent.

"Agesie, I need to talk to Harry alone, could you please take a step away?"

"No, let him stay here, maybe he can learn something."

Eggsy wanted to leave, but Harry's words made him change his mind and stay in the room.

"Whatever you want, come and see this-"

Merlin didn't dwell too much on it, swiping lightly across the tablet disguised as a clipboard, and a new image appeared on the display screen on the wall, which had been captured by the camera on Harry's glasses three months earlier when Harry was questioning Professor Arnold.

In the picture, the struggling Professor Arnold is screaming miserably, and then, his head is blown to pieces, the picture is extremely disgusting, very impactful, and no one will suspect that it is the kind of special effects lens when it is brought to Hollywood.

"I'm grass, Harry, it's too much, you blow his head, it's a bit too much!"

Seeing this, Eggsy had an exaggerated expression on his face, because it was really, really disgusting, and he couldn't even imagine how Harry could endure such disgust and escape safely from the crime scene by the way.

"Actually, the explosion was caused by an implant behind Professor Arnold's ear, right here, under the scar."

Merlin replayed the screen again, pointing to the red dot behind Professor Arnold's ear on the monitor, and continued to speak.

Harry frowned, obviously a little physically disgusted by the images he had experienced, but he immediately realized that if it was caused by the implant explosion, there must have been some kind of remote control and signal.

"Did my electronics pick up the pulse?"

"Luckily, I was able to catch it, but unfortunately I was able to trace the IP address registered in the name of a large communications company, owned by Richmond Valentin, who has millions of employees and hundreds of millions of SIM card users around the world."

Merlin sighed with some regret.

Strictly speaking, this is not a useful clue, because Richmond Valentine's communications business involves countless people, and there is no way to thoroughly screen who sent the signal to detonate the implant, so there is no way to track it.

"Truth be told, Valentine is a genius."

But then, Eggsie's sudden opening was met with a double gaze from Merlin and Harry.