"I'm back!" Before Aaron could say anything, Holmes was experimenting with a piece of metal with tweezers, and the door to the room was slammed open by Cody's head, and then the dog with the bag in his mouth and the bag on his body rushed into the room like a tank.

"Aaron, my experiment!" Sherlock Holmes looked at the overturned table and the mess of mixtures on the floor without tears, the tissues and organs mixed with the liquid, emitting a faint fishy smell.

"What is this?" Aaron asked curiously as he stopped the dog who was grabbing cookies with Watson.

"Some test specimens I found!" Holmes pulled out a blowtorch and burned the tissue. Turned to look at Aaron.

"Let's be modest! You're only in your 20s, and you're still in your 20s! ”

"Uh, you can't blame me for that, well, blame me!" Seeing Holmes' frowning brow, Aaron rubbed his eye sockets embarrassedly.

"Watson, do you want to prescribe me some supplements?"

Watson looked at Aaron's dark eye sockets and sighed, "I'm a surgeon, not a nutritionist, you can solve it yourself!" ”

"The problem is that I'm going to work tomorrow, Arthur sent me a watch in front of me, I'm going to Buckingham Palace on duty!"

"............" Watson was silent for a moment, then pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from the table.

"Eat a slice before going to bed, and you won't have anything else to do!"

"Okay, no problem!" Aaron took the pills, then dropped the gift or something and went home, he had to sleep well, he had to go to duty tomorrow, don't ask what he was doing before, the world war was super tragic, especially after learning that Russia was going to leave, Britain stared at Russia to fight, and the war was so tragic that Aaron felt that he was about to wear off his skin.

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Although it has always been the Cold Creek Guards who have been guarding the safety of Buckingham Palace, half a year ago, the Prime Minister persuaded the Queen to let the Night's Watch send someone over.

"So, I thought he was talking about standing guard at the gate, putting on a woolen uniform and a thick hat, and kicking right there!"

"So you're thinking too much! Guarding the gates, that's not our job! ”

The area of Buckingham Palace is actually quite large, with 180,000 square meters, and the building will not only be the main building where the queen lives, but there are royal stables and royal galleries and gardens around the main building.

"So what are we doing here, drinking tea?" Aaron slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Anyway, it's not bad to stay, it's better than patrolling the streets, and the tea snacks here are all first-class!" Arthur took a sip of black tea and sat down on his chair, although they couldn't play with their phones, watch TV and listen to the radio, and couldn't sleep, they were indoors, much more comfortable than the sentries standing guard outside.

"You two, pay attention, MI6 cars will come later, and you should be careful when you go through security!" An officer on duty suddenly pushed open the door to the house and said to the two.

"So that's what we do? Security? ”

"That's right, you finally understand, we are in charge of checking the entourage of the vehicle, and the soldiers of the Cold Creek Guard can't tell the difference between a normal human and a half-blood!"

"This is using us as police dogs!" Aaron shrugged, sat up from his chair, put on his coat, and walked out into the cold and windy outside.

A black Bentley sedan drove in from the gate and stopped in front of Aaron, and then the officer on duty checked the documents of the people in the car, and Aaron and Arthur began to wander around the car, by the way, look at the trunk, the bottom of the car, after confirming that it was correct, Arthur waved his hand, and the officer on duty waved his hand to let the Bentley drive to the main building.

"That's not a human car?"

"People are about to leave, it is said that several airborne cadres above MI6 are ready to replace people, or Mallory came forward to save her, this is estimated to be an airborne cadre, come to report to the queen and the prime minister!"

"Airborne cadres, so hanging?" Aaron glanced at the main building, and a middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car, wearing a neat suit, the hairspray on his head was shiny, and he was holding a leather briefcase in his hand, looking like a dog.

"Isn't he cold?" Aaron looked at the thermometer hanging outside the house, it was only 3 degrees Celsius outside, and Aaron himself was wearing a thick coat, and the brother turned out to be a shirt and a suit.

"How cold will it be if you take the car wherever you go?" Arthur yawned, "Let's go, go back, do you want to play a game of chess?" ”

"Yes, I'm a master!"

Thirty minutes later, while the two were still battling on the chessboard, the Bentley drove out of Buckingham Palace again, and Aaron glanced at the surveillance and saw that everything was normal, so he turned his head back again, only to hear a sharp brake and the sound of a collision.

"It's a car accident!"

The sentry standing at the gate was stunned as the Bentley with the MI6 brand drove more than a hundred meters before being overturned by a black SUV, and he had just called for reinforcements on the radio when the SUV suddenly exploded and wrapped the Bentley inside.

"What the hell is going on?" Aaron followed Arthur out of the room, saw a burning car not far away, grabbed a fire extinguisher and rushed over.

The dry-powder fire extinguisher spewed out carbon dioxide powder and quickly suppressed the fire, but the driver and MI6 officers were already charred.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly explode? ”

"Arthur, this car doesn't have a driver!" After extinguishing the Bentley's fire, Aaron sprayed the SUV for a while, only to find that the SUV was empty.

"What's going on!" Arthur glanced at the tourists who were stopped by the Cold Creek Guards, his brain was spinning, who was this aimed at? Queen? Or MI6? Or is it this official?

"Arthur, something happened, MI6 is under attack!" Aaron grabbed the phone and looked at each other.

"Four ministers have been assassinated, and this is the fifth!" Aaron pointed to the humanoid coke in the back seat of the Bentley.

"Well, I knew it was going to be a bad year!" Arthur sighed as he looked at the still smoking wreckage of the car.

I, Aaron Keener, was on duty at Buckingham Palace on the first day today, and as a result a minister was blown up in the square in front of Buckingham Palace!