Chapter 692

Watson didn't want his daughter to be alone at home. Andre just called him to tell him that someone was looking for the old man.

The thought of having anything to do with his son gave him a headache.

"Didn't you say that wizards are very hidden? Why did someone start investigating?"

He looked at his daughter, Ariana was also a wizard, in case he went out and was gone.

What should I do if someone sneaks in and hurts my daughter?

no!

Absolutely not!

Watson looked at Ariana expectantly, hoping for a trip where father and daughter could just leave.

Ariana blinked, picked up the glass bottle of soda, and took a long sip.

The soda quickly bottomed out, and she stood up with a bulging mouth and nodded. Small bubbles exploded in her mouth, stimulating her taste buds.

The little bear immediately jumped down and went upstairs first to prepare Ariana's clothes for going out.

Little Bear is able to understand what Ariana wants to wear now.

Watson waited for a while and saw Ariana jump down when there were still two flights of stairs.

She held a pot of green plants in one hand and "Practical Magic Picture Book" wrapped in a paper bag in the other hand.

A black top, a military green bomber jacket, colorful hot pants and retro shoes and socks.

Watson looked at Ariana's style, and then looked at the French movie released in 1994 on the TV.

He understood, turned around and put on a white T-shirt, a black coat, and a pair of sunglasses.

Look, what a tacit understanding between father and daughter.

Little did they know that when the two went out, the surveillance agents were dumbfounded.

"What kind of look is this?" The old agent was confused.

On the contrary, the young agent had rich experience in reading films and recognized this look.

Before he could say anything, the radio station he contacted was occupied by a series of voices.

Immediately afterwards, a black car drove up on Privet Drive.

More than a dozen cars lined up, and people got out of the cars and came to the mobile food truck and knocked on the door.

The old agent opened the door, and the elegant and gentlemanly man on the other side said, "You probably don't want to sleep here forever."

The old agent said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

"You have no right to interfere." Ah Fu smiled, completely unable to tell that he was threatening anyone, "Please get out of the car."

"Do I have a choice?" The old agent still wanted to struggle.

"I'm sorry, your choice lies with the Continental Hotel, including your other rights." Ah Fu was still polite.

The old agent frowned and had no choice but to get out of the car.

Looking elsewhere, the neighbors of the Wick family were ‘invited’ to come out with friendly knocks on the door, followed by passers-by.

Agents were picked out one by one.

The old agent looked at Watson, who was taking his daughter's cosplay as a movie character. He opened the car door and let his daughter in first.

Watson looked back at the old agent, smiled and nodded.

The underground president will temporarily disappear from the eyes of various countries for a period of time.

The convoy started, and all the cars were exactly the same, with glass that could not be seen through from the outside.

Soon, the convoy disappeared from sight.

"Where are they going?" The young agent saw that the dining car was still there and asked the old agent, "Should we follow them?"

"How can the underground president in London be monitored in London?" The old agent shook his head, "You can take a step towards the dining car."

The young agent didn't know why and took a step towards the dining car.

"call out!"

He froze, and a bullet hole appeared at his feet.

Three red dots landed on his heart, head and kidneys.

As long as he dares to think about leaving, snipers in the distance will take away their lives in an instant.

The agents on the street looked at each other in confusion. At noon, a group of people seemed to have been subjected to a restraining technique, and no one dared to move.

After the convoy left Privet Drive, no one knew which car Watson was in.

Ariana's little bear is studying how to change her long blond hair into short hair to restore the character.

"Where are we going?" Ariana rubbed her foot against the air outlet of the air conditioner curiously.

Watson smiled and said, "Let's go to the house of that person who likes to put on airs."

Like to put on airs?

Ariana blinked.

…

In a quiet club.

Mycroft enjoyed his leisure time after a quarter past four in the afternoon.

This is a club he created to give his smart brain a quiet and peaceful rest.

In this club, no talking is allowed in any room except strangers' rooms.

Mycroft quietly admired the art paintings hanging on the wall. The next second, someone came in anxiously from outside.

He came to Mycroft, but due to the rules, he couldn't speak.

Mycroft frowned and turned to look.

Figures of one large and one small appeared at the door, but I didn't understand why the girl was still holding a pot of plant in her hand.

Watson wore sunglasses and nodded to Mycroft.

Mycroft sighed helplessly, stood up and walked out of the room.

This was the first time he had to talk about business after a quarter past four.

In a room with strangers.

"What are you dressed like this, Watson?" Mycroft looked at the girl more.

From the information he knew, this girl was Watson's adopted daughter, but there was no information about the girl.

It's like appearing out of nowhere.

"You didn't know?" Watson said in surprise, "That movie was a hit. This is a killer look."

"Killer look?" Mycroft was silent for a while, "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this. I'm here to deliver a business."

Watson was bored with Mycroft who didn't watch movies, and he talked about his purpose of coming here.

"If your task is to have twenty agents stand under the sun," Mycroft glanced at the note handed over by his subordinates and said calmly, "This is more like a threat."

"No, no, no, you forgot the whereabouts of those weapons you asked me to find out."

Watson said with a smile: "I found it, so I came to give you a mission."

"Huh?" Mycroft's eyes narrowed and he said, "Let's talk and listen."

"It's very simple," Watson smiled slightly, "There is a mole."

"Where's the specific list?" Mycroft thought.

Watson reached out from his arms and took out a piece of paper that looked like he had just written on it.

He held it between two fingers and handed it to Mycroft. When Mycroft was about to touch it, his fingers retracted.

"I heard that you have created some interesting things recently," Watson said meaningfully. "Good things should be shared, just like what I shared with you."

Mycroft looked at Watson and said unexpectedly: "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"We can't just talk about friendship." Watson said with a smile, "After we talk about friendship, all that's left is the transaction."

Mycroft fell into deep thought. At first, he maintained a supportive attitude towards the underground president.

But as Watson becomes a transparent person, everything gradually gets out of control.

By now, he had no control over the financial manager.

The list is important, and the other party obviously knows something about what they are doing.

Such a pervasive intelligence network made Mycroft fearful.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to pick you up."

"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate." Watson handed over the list.

Mycroft opened it and looked at it. He frowned at the series of names on it.

"what about others?"

"there is none left."

"No?"

Mycroft laughed angrily, "You just gave me a piece of paper with your name on it, but no other information?"

"Of course, we've called out the list," Watson said confidently, "Of course you can check the rest yourself."

This is simply a blank slate, a list without any evidence, and you have to check it yourself.

Mycroft folded the list into a rectangle and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked at the father and daughter who stood up and were about to leave. In order to regain the situation, he suddenly asked: "Where is your son, Watson."

Watson's footsteps paused.

"I seem to have only seen you once, with your adopted daughter, but not with your son." Mycroft turned his back to Watson and said, "It doesn't seem like you two have a bad relationship. This time it's because of..."

He did not continue.

Watson looked at Mycroft quietly.

There was a tacit understanding between the two parties not to continue talking.

Watson leaves, and Mycroft's men come in and see their boss playing with a bullet.

"Are bullets a threat? The old-fashioned method." Mycroft casually put the bullet into his pocket.

He sat on the sofa, his eyes lowered.

…

Chapter 706 The first explosion, the so-called truth

The Saints blew up factories, and they were British factories.

Percy dealt with the matter urgently.

However, the situation caused is too large and involves a wide range.

Even the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters was too late to act.