Chapter 705 Underground Presidential Operations
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The phone rings.
Watson and Arianna, one sitting on the ground racking his brains to solve puzzles, the other sitting on the sofa, his silky golden hair was combed hard by the bear.
Arianna held a chilled soda in one hand, her eyes engrossed in the movie.
When Watson heard the ringtone, he got up and went to answer the phone.
"Andre? Okay, I see."
The smile on Watson's face gradually disappeared, and he looked up out of the window.
The passers-by who were watching from outside turned their heads away, and he went up to draw the curtains.
"Arianna, Dad needs to go out." After speaking, Watson thought for a while and said, "But if you want to go out with Dad, Dad is also fine."
Mrs. Wick went to the beauty salon today. As the proprietress of the beauty salon, she also has a lot of business recently.
Watson didn't want his daughter to be alone at home. Andre called just now and told him that someone was looking for the old man.
The thought of having a relationship with his son gave him a headache.
"Didn't you say that wizards are very secretive? Why did someone start investigating?"
He looked at his daughter, Arianna was also a wizard, in case he went out and disappeared.
What if someone sneaks in and hurts your daughter?
No!
Absolutely not!
Watson looked at Arianna expectantly, hoping to have a father-daughter trip.
Ariana blinked, picked up the glass bottle of soda and took a deep swig.
The soda bottomed out quickly, she stood up with her mouth full and nodded, small bubbles exploded in her mouth and stimulated her taste buds.
Cub immediately jumped down and went upstairs to prepare clothes for Ariana to go out.
Bear is able to understand what Ariana wants to wear now.
Watson waited for a while, and saw Ariana jumped down when there were still two flights of stairs left.
She held a pot of green plants in her hand, and wrapped "Practical Magic Picture Book" in a paper bag in her other hand.
Black top, plus an army green bomber jacket, colorful hot pants and retro shoes and socks on the lower body.
Watson looked at Ariana's look, and then watched the French movie released in 1994 on TV.
He understood, turned around and changed into a white T-shirt and black coat, and put on 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 shape is this?" The old agent was confused.
On the contrary, the young agent has rich experience in reading films and recognized this look.
Before he could say anything, the radio station he was in contact with was occupied by a series of voices.
Immediately afterwards, on Privet Drive, a black car drove up.
More than a dozen vehicles lined up, and someone who got off the vehicle came to the mobile dining truck and knocked on the door.
The old agent opened the door, and the gentlemanly man over there said, "You probably don't want to fall asleep here forever."
The old agent said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"
"You have no right to ask." Ah Fu smiled, completely unable to see that he was threatening, "Please get out of the car."
"Do I have a choice?" The old agent still wanted to struggle.
"I'm sorry, your right to choose lies with the Continental Hotel, including your other rights." Ah Fu was still polite.
The old agent frowned, and he had no choice but to get out of the car.
Looking elsewhere, the neighbors of the Wick family were knocked on the door to 'please' come out, followed by those passers-by.
A secret agent was picked out.
The old agent looked at Watson, who was carrying his daughter's cosplay character, and he opened the car door to let his daughter in first.
Watson looked back at the old agent, nodded with a smile.
The underground president will temporarily disappear in front of the eyeliners of various countries for a period of time.
The convoy starts, all the cars are exactly the same, and the glass used cannot be seen through from the outside.
Soon, the convoy disappeared in sight.
"Where are they going?" The young agent saw that the dining car was still there, and asked the old agent, "Shall we follow?"
"The underground president in London, how could he 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, so he took a step towards the dining car.
"call out!"
He froze, and a bullet hole appeared near his foot.
Three red dots landed on his heart and head where his kidneys were.
As long as he dared to think of leaving, the snipers in the distance would take their lives instantly.
The agents on the street looked at each other. At noon, a group of people dared not move as if they had been immobilized.
After the convoy left Privet Drive, no one knew which car Watson was in.
Ariana's little bear studies how to restore the character by changing the long blonde hair into short hair.
"Where are we going?" Arianna rubbed the air outlet of the air conditioner with her foot curiously.
Watson said with a smile: "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 [-]:[-] p.m.
This is the club he created to give his brilliant mind a peaceful rest.
In this club, no talking is allowed in any room except the room of strangers.
Mycroft quietly admired the art paintings hanging on the wall, and the next second, someone from outside rushed in.
He came to Mycroft, but he couldn't speak because of the rules.
Mycroft frowned, and he turned to look.
A large and a small figure appeared at the door, but I didn't understand why the girl was still holding a potted plant in her hand?
Watson, wearing dark glasses, nodded to Mycroft.
With a helpless sigh, Mycroft got up and walked out of the room.
It was the first time he was talking about business after a quarter past four.
In the stranger's room.
"What is your outfit, Watson?" Mycroft looked more at the girl.
According to the information he knew, this girl was Watson's adopted daughter, but there was no information about the girl.
It's like it just appeared out of thin air.
"You don't know?" Watson asked in surprise, "That movie became popular, and 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 for business."
Watson was bored by McCoff, who didn't watch movies, and he talked about his purpose of coming here.
"If your mission is to have twenty agents stand under the sun," Mycroft said with a flat face as he glanced at the note handed over by his hand, "it's more like a threat."
"No, no, you forgot, you asked me to find out, the whereabouts of those weapons."
Watson smiled and said, "I found it, so I'm here to give you a job."
"Huh?" Mycroft's eyes were fixed, and he said, "Let's listen to it."
"It's very simple." Watson smiled slightly, "There is an inner ghost."
"What about the specific list?" Mycroft thought about it.
Watson reached out from his pocket and took out a piece of paper that looked like he had just written it.
He handed it between two fingers to Mycroft, and when McCoff was about to touch it, his fingers retracted.
"I heard that you made some interesting things recently," Watson said meaningfully. "Good things should be shared, just like I shared with you."
Mycroft sized Watson up and said unexpectedly, "Are you negotiating terms with me?"
"We can't just talk about love." Watson said with a smile, "After talking about love, then there is only a deal."
Mycroft fell into deep thought. He maintained a supportive attitude towards the underground president at the beginning.
But as Watson became a transparent person, everything gradually got out of control.
By now, he had lost control of the financial manager.
The list is important, and the other party obviously knows something about what they are doing.
Such an all-pervasive intelligence network made Mycroft fearful.
He stretched out his hand and said, "I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Then it will be a pleasant cooperation." Watson handed over the list.
Mycroft opened his eyes and frowned at the series of names on it.
"what about others?"
"Nothing."
"No?"
Mycroft laughed angrily, "Just give me a piece of paper with your name written on it, without any other information?"
"Of course, it's all called the list," Hua Sheng said confidently, "Of course you should check the rest yourself."
This is simply a white wolf with empty hands, 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 scene, he suddenly asked, "Where is your son, Watson?"
Watson's footsteps stopped.
"I seem to have only seen one time, you took your adopted daughter with you, but never with your son." Mycroft said with his back to Watson, "You don't seem to have a bad relationship, this time it's because of..."
He did not go on.
Watson looked at Mycroft silently.
The two sides tacitly did not continue to discuss.
Watson left, and Mycroft's men came in and saw their superior manipulating a bullet.
"Is the bullet a threat? The old-fashioned way." Mycroft put the bullets in his pocket casually.
He sat on the sofa, his eyes downcast.
...
Watson and Arianna, one sitting on the ground racking his brains to solve puzzles, the other sitting on the sofa, his silky golden hair was combed hard by the bear.
Arianna held a chilled soda in one hand, her eyes engrossed in the movie.
When Watson heard the ringtone, he got up and went to answer the phone.
"Andre? Okay, I see."
The smile on Watson's face gradually disappeared, and he looked up out of the window.
The passers-by who were watching from outside turned their heads away, and he went up to draw the curtains.
"Arianna, Dad needs to go out." After speaking, Watson thought for a while and said, "But if you want to go out with Dad, Dad is also fine."
Mrs. Wick went to the beauty salon today. As the proprietress of the beauty salon, she also has a lot of business recently.
Watson didn't want his daughter to be alone at home. Andre called just now and told him that someone was looking for the old man.
The thought of having a relationship with his son gave him a headache.
"Didn't you say that wizards are very secretive? Why did someone start investigating?"
He looked at his daughter, Arianna was also a wizard, in case he went out and disappeared.
What if someone sneaks in and hurts your daughter?
No!
Absolutely not!
Watson looked at Arianna expectantly, hoping to have a father-daughter trip.
Ariana blinked, picked up the glass bottle of soda and took a deep swig.
The soda bottomed out quickly, she stood up with her mouth full and nodded, small bubbles exploded in her mouth and stimulated her taste buds.
Cub immediately jumped down and went upstairs to prepare clothes for Ariana to go out.
Bear is able to understand what Ariana wants to wear now.
Watson waited for a while, and saw Ariana jumped down when there were still two flights of stairs left.
She held a pot of green plants in her hand, and wrapped "Practical Magic Picture Book" in a paper bag in her other hand.
Black top, plus an army green bomber jacket, colorful hot pants and retro shoes and socks on the lower body.
Watson looked at Ariana's look, and then watched the French movie released in 1994 on TV.
He understood, turned around and changed into a white T-shirt and black coat, and put on 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 shape is this?" The old agent was confused.
On the contrary, the young agent has rich experience in reading films and recognized this look.
Before he could say anything, the radio station he was in contact with was occupied by a series of voices.
Immediately afterwards, on Privet Drive, a black car drove up.
More than a dozen vehicles lined up, and someone who got off the vehicle came to the mobile dining truck and knocked on the door.
The old agent opened the door, and the gentlemanly man over there said, "You probably don't want to fall asleep here forever."
The old agent said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"
"You have no right to ask." Ah Fu smiled, completely unable to see that he was threatening, "Please get out of the car."
"Do I have a choice?" The old agent still wanted to struggle.
"I'm sorry, your right to choose lies with the Continental Hotel, including your other rights." Ah Fu was still polite.
The old agent frowned, and he had no choice but to get out of the car.
Looking elsewhere, the neighbors of the Wick family were knocked on the door to 'please' come out, followed by those passers-by.
A secret agent was picked out.
The old agent looked at Watson, who was carrying his daughter's cosplay character, and he opened the car door to let his daughter in first.
Watson looked back at the old agent, nodded with a smile.
The underground president will temporarily disappear in front of the eyeliners of various countries for a period of time.
The convoy starts, all the cars are exactly the same, and the glass used cannot be seen through from the outside.
Soon, the convoy disappeared in sight.
"Where are they going?" The young agent saw that the dining car was still there, and asked the old agent, "Shall we follow?"
"The underground president in London, how could he 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, so he took a step towards the dining car.
"call out!"
He froze, and a bullet hole appeared near his foot.
Three red dots landed on his heart and head where his kidneys were.
As long as he dared to think of leaving, the snipers in the distance would take their lives instantly.
The agents on the street looked at each other. At noon, a group of people dared not move as if they had been immobilized.
After the convoy left Privet Drive, no one knew which car Watson was in.
Ariana's little bear studies how to restore the character by changing the long blonde hair into short hair.
"Where are we going?" Arianna rubbed the air outlet of the air conditioner with her foot curiously.
Watson said with a smile: "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 [-]:[-] p.m.
This is the club he created to give his brilliant mind a peaceful rest.
In this club, no talking is allowed in any room except the room of strangers.
Mycroft quietly admired the art paintings hanging on the wall, and the next second, someone from outside rushed in.
He came to Mycroft, but he couldn't speak because of the rules.
Mycroft frowned, and he turned to look.
A large and a small figure appeared at the door, but I didn't understand why the girl was still holding a potted plant in her hand?
Watson, wearing dark glasses, nodded to Mycroft.
With a helpless sigh, Mycroft got up and walked out of the room.
It was the first time he was talking about business after a quarter past four.
In the stranger's room.
"What is your outfit, Watson?" Mycroft looked more at the girl.
According to the information he knew, this girl was Watson's adopted daughter, but there was no information about the girl.
It's like it just appeared out of thin air.
"You don't know?" Watson asked in surprise, "That movie became popular, and 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 for business."
Watson was bored by McCoff, who didn't watch movies, and he talked about his purpose of coming here.
"If your mission is to have twenty agents stand under the sun," Mycroft said with a flat face as he glanced at the note handed over by his hand, "it's more like a threat."
"No, no, you forgot, you asked me to find out, the whereabouts of those weapons."
Watson smiled and said, "I found it, so I'm here to give you a job."
"Huh?" Mycroft's eyes were fixed, and he said, "Let's listen to it."
"It's very simple." Watson smiled slightly, "There is an inner ghost."
"What about the specific list?" Mycroft thought about it.
Watson reached out from his pocket and took out a piece of paper that looked like he had just written it.
He handed it between two fingers to Mycroft, and when McCoff was about to touch it, his fingers retracted.
"I heard that you made some interesting things recently," Watson said meaningfully. "Good things should be shared, just like I shared with you."
Mycroft sized Watson up and said unexpectedly, "Are you negotiating terms with me?"
"We can't just talk about love." Watson said with a smile, "After talking about love, then there is only a deal."
Mycroft fell into deep thought. He maintained a supportive attitude towards the underground president at the beginning.
But as Watson became a transparent person, everything gradually got out of control.
By now, he had lost control of the financial manager.
The list is important, and the other party obviously knows something about what they are doing.
Such an all-pervasive intelligence network made Mycroft fearful.
He stretched out his hand and said, "I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Then it will be a pleasant cooperation." Watson handed over the list.
Mycroft opened his eyes and frowned at the series of names on it.
"what about others?"
"Nothing."
"No?"
Mycroft laughed angrily, "Just give me a piece of paper with your name written on it, without any other information?"
"Of course, it's all called the list," Hua Sheng said confidently, "Of course you should check the rest yourself."
This is simply a white wolf with empty hands, 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 scene, he suddenly asked, "Where is your son, Watson?"
Watson's footsteps stopped.
"I seem to have only seen one time, you took your adopted daughter with you, but never with your son." Mycroft said with his back to Watson, "You don't seem to have a bad relationship, this time it's because of..."
He did not go on.
Watson looked at Mycroft silently.
The two sides tacitly did not continue to discuss.
Watson left, and Mycroft's men came in and saw their superior manipulating a bullet.
"Is the bullet a threat? The old-fashioned way." Mycroft put the bullets in his pocket casually.
He sat on the sofa, his eyes downcast.
...
