"My lord.. We've found the target's tracks! ”

The outskirts of London

Yorkson Turf Club

This is a place of relaxation that Professor Moriarty has been very fond of lately.

Said to be a club, it can actually be seen as a paramilitary base, and under the luxurious exterior, if you can smoothly pass through the inconspicuous but heavily guarded gate and enter the stadium.

You can see an elite unit that is not inferior in the slightest, and even much higher than the current level of the armies of various countries.

A huge racecourse, surrounded by barbed wire and woods, guarded by sentry posts.

Through the windows on the top floor of the club, hundreds of heavily armed soldiers can be seen undergoing rigorous militarized training under the reprimand of instructors in military hard leather boots and camouflage uniforms on the school grounds.

If Mu Guang is here, he will be surprised to find that these trained soldiers have a characteristic that is decades ahead of the times:

Modernization!

They can be called modern.

Disciplined, proficient in a variety of code language gestures, and armed with fully automatic rifles, small grenadiers and other weapons that span the ages.

Teamwork, communication between squads, goes beyond too many training methods in the current era.

Wears a simple tactical vest with bulletproof steel plates, and is equipped with a magnifier and an alloy helmet for more concealment and protection.

This is not the army that should exist in this era.

This is also not an army that exists in this era!

This is Professor Moriarty's killer weapon to face the worldly forces that he has trained by connecting with that other world.

As a man with a dream of a unified Europe, his ambition is not just to be an underground emperor of London, he wants to be crowned as the true Holy Roman Emperor!

It can be seen that he is also working hard for this goal, and now he is still one step away from being sure!

Get and devour a man!

As for these soldiers, they can only be regarded as 'fun' of his idle affairs. But if you just want to rebel, it's actually enough.

The soldiers are fine, not the many

A suitable opportunity will allow him to take over the government smoothly, but the problem is... There is more to this world than worldly power.

...

The bearded, middle-aged, emaciated man who had been seen in Trafalgar Square the other day would be standing in the room in a dark green military uniform.

The decoration style of the room is biased towards Germany, and the iron-blooded color scheme makes people feel some pressure as soon as they come in.

And in front of the bearded man who has been standing in a military posture.

He is a middle-aged man with a high hat, a kind face, and a gentlemanly temperament, with a monocle frame in his left eye, a silver pendant neatly slanted in the pocket of his left chest, and a luxury pure gold nib fountain pen in the mainland.

He was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and watching the soldiers train, when he heard the movement of the door opening behind him, and then he turned back from the window.

...

Professor Moriarty

Sherlock Holmes's lifelong enemy

At this time, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked more like a good old man with a good manner, if you can ignore his ambition and sharp eyes.

Stroll to the luxurious mahogany desk in front of you and sit down.

The smile on Professor Moriarty's face gradually faded, and he took off his monocle and wiped it carefully, and slowly shook his head at the loyal subordinate who was standing in front of him, and said:

"You're too slow, Moran, it's been three days! And I seem to command you... One day? ”

"Sir... I.." When the bearded man heard Professor Moriarty's words, he trembled and quickly raised his head to explain, but Professor Moriarty stretched out his hand to stop him.

He had to swallow the words of explanation back into his stomach, swallow his saliva, and nervously wait for the reprimand to come, but it was not what he expected.

Professor Moriarty did not reprimand him directly, but said in a gentle tone:

"Shhhh Don't blame yourself, my most loyal friend, it's not terrible to have mistakes, the important thing is that you still have a chance to correct them! ”

"Go! Bring this man named Muguang to see me and fulfill your promise to me... Moran~ Don't let me down! ”

Although he said it with a smile, Sebastian Moran, a sharpshooter who had killed countless people in front of Professor Moriarty, still felt a breathless sense of oppression coming over him, his feet were weak, and he hurriedly bowed his waist and promised:

"I've arranged for it, my lord... They can't run away! ”

"Hmm... Go for it."

Looking at the slowly closing door, and then at Professor Moriarty sitting behind the desk, the kind and kind appearance of a cultural person has disappeared.

Sneer... He never thought that with these ordinary people, he would be able to catch a transcendent...

Pulling out his own wand from the staff next to him, this is the source of his power, allowing him to complete the transformation from mortal to transcendent!

"Hehe... Let's make a fuss, the bigger the better."

Looking at this purple wand that symbolizes death, the Napoleon of the criminal world has a deep gaze, as if he is planning some kind of earth-shattering conspiracy.

And on the purple-shirted wand, there is a gem with a flowing dark red halo, like a fluid in the light.

"Apparition!"

With the muffled sound of an air explosion, the room that had become empty was left with only windless satin curtains, swaying in the room.

...

Off-site

An armed squad of thirty people was combined by urgent order.

Outside the Yorkson Club

Dozens of thugs gathered, but among them was a member of the Razor Party who had recently gained prominence.

After learning the destination he was about to set off, his face changed slightly, then he hesitated, turned around and unknowingly, retreated, and finally flashed out of an alley.

As soon as he entered, Sebastian Moran appeared on the street with a gloomy face wearing his military uniform and a whole armed squad.

Due to the need to avoid exposure, these team members all changed into uniform black coats, which made them more conspicuous in front of everyone.

"Count the number of people!"

Moran didn't leave in a hurry, but beckoned his subordinates and began to count the number of gangsters in front of him who were going to be used to hide people's ears.

"Mr. 46..46! One less! ”

It didn't take long for a rebellious gangster to be lined up, and one of Moran's subordinates ran over with an ugly face: "Sir... There's a guy from the Razor Party who ran away, or don't you chase after him! ”

Looking at the stupid subordinate who made a neck-pulling gesture, Sebastian Moran slapped him in the face mercilessly and slapped him in the face, and snorted at him:

"Idiot, what if he runs away, the target is already winged, now we just need to rush over and catch those two first!"

"Hmph, I'll just say, Tommy Shelby is like a different guy these days, and he's actually starting to get closer to me, and sure enough, there's a ghost, and when I catch this person, I have to make him look good!"

"Now, let's go!"

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