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Control power, control people's hearts, control everything, so as to build a perfect world full of order!

The reason why Starry was able to become the Grand Master of the British Rite of the Templars was because his ambition was highly compatible with the Templars' long-standing philosophy.

Starry and the British Rite of the Templars behind him want to control all aspects of London, and then control the entire empire on which the sun never sets, and radiate the influence of the Templars to the entire world!

Their plan to control the people of London, using addictive painkillers, is just one means by which they control London.

However, as the opponents of the Templar Knights for thousands of years, Lu Qi and others who are in the Assassin organization's camp, out of reason, want to stop Starry's ambitions from continuing to expand...

Everyone who realized the seriousness of the situation fell into a moment of silence.

After a while, Jacob, who was sitting on the chair, touched his gauntlet, and took the lead in expressing his opinion:

"Since we know that Starry is using the analgesic potion to poison the people of London, why don't we just kill Elliotson who made the potion?"

"Without factories making potions, and without people making potions, the Templars can't continue to do this kind of thing..."

Hearing this, Lu Qi raised his head and said:

"If only things were that simple..."

"How to say?"

Lu Qi didn't answer Jacob's question right away, but looked at the Indian brother beside him and asked:

"Henry, how much do you know about Elliotson?"

Green just thought for a while, and then said:

"John Elliotson, who came from a medical family, was once a skilled heart expert, but since he became obsessed with phrenology and hypnotism, he was dismissed from the medical school, and his reputation has plummeted since then."

"It seems that Starry took a fancy to his reputation and medical skills and offered him a job..."

"Yes, after being hired by Starry, he went to the Lambeth Sanatorium as an attending physician, and he is researching a treatment project called electroconvulsive therapy, perhaps because there are a large number of volunteers available for experiments... .”

Hearing the subtext behind this, Evie at the side couldn't help but put on a pretty face, and cursed in a low voice:

"Damn executioner!"

At this time, Jacob took over the conversation and continued:

"Since he is such a bastard, we should kill him immediately and save the patients he used for experiments!"

"Jacob, it's easy to kill Elliotson, but have you thought about the consequences?"

"How can you achieve great things by looking forward and backward in everything!"

"If your so-called big thing is to use violence to solve the problem, I think I don't agree with it. Violence is not the only way to solve all problems. Sometimes, we should be more cautious..."

If it's my twin sister, tell me like this, Jacob will just ignore it or refute it as usual; if it's a stranger, tell him like this, Jacob will definitely use a fist as big as a casserole , Teach the other party how to write the word "violence".

However, it is very regrettable that the person who said this to him was Lu Qi, whom he had just defeated in a duel.

According to the promise, he will obey Lu Qi's orders now...

Unable to beat and fight, but unable to fight, Jacob could only choose to "cut", put his hands on his chest, leaned back, and let go of his sulking.

If violence could liberate London, Lu Qi would have killed Starry and all the Templars under him long ago. Does Jacob need to do it?

Glancing at the unconvinced Jacob, Lu Qi couldn't help muttering in his heart:

Boy, you're brave, but a little tender...

After "persuading" Jacob, Lu Qi continued:

"Since Jacob has blown up the analgesic potion factory, it means that there is no new potion supply on the market for the time being, which can temporarily curb the speed at which the analgesic potion poisons the people."

"However, the next step is the most important thing!"

After a pause, Lu Qi raised his tone unconsciously:

"We should first find out whether Elliotson is the only one who has the formula for the potion; also, if the analgesic potion is permanently discontinued, is there enough medicine on the market to replace this potion and help those in need? Healing people."

Before he knew it, Lu Qi showed the courage he had in Los Santos and 141, and took the initiative to assume the role of the decision maker of this London assassin team.

No one else felt wrong about it either...

Perhaps in their hearts, Lu Qi's ability and charisma are enough to take on these important responsibilities.

After all, with great power comes great responsibility...

"That's a very sensible idea. So what are you going to do?"

With Green's approval, Lu Qi just thought about it for a while, and then began to assign tasks:

"Evie, you and I will go to St. Thomas' Hospital and talk to a doctor to see if we can find a stable drug supplier; Jacob, didn't you make an appointment with Lord Dahl to meet at the Lambeth Sanatorium? Then monitor Allison's mission is entrusted to you.

"Remember, it's best to investigate who else has the formula for making the potion besides Elliotson."

After all, Lu Qi's eyes stayed on Jacob, the problem child, and asked one more question on purpose:

"Is there a problem?"

Jacob, though reckless and impulsive, was no fool.

With both Evie and Green on Lu Qi's side, it would be meaningless for him to continue to insist on his opinion.

Therefore, he did not sing a different tune, but reluctantly accepted the task.

"You're making the whole thing boring..."

Ignoring someone's complaints, Lu Qi looked at the intelligence experts in the assassin team again, and reminded:

"By the way, Henry, ask Clara to send a few children to the vicinity of Starry Company to monitor their every move. If there is a change in the analgesic medicine, they will not sit idly by."

"Ok."

Taking out the pocket watch in his vest pocket and looking at the time, Lu Qi put an end to today's planning meeting:

"Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest, I'm still busy tomorrow..."

As soon as the words fell, Jacob suddenly got up from the seat, stretched his muscles, and said casually:

"I'll forget it, the old man is still waiting for me in the nursing home..."

Seeing Jacob walking towards the door, Evie blinked her eyes and called out to her younger brother:

"Jacob!"

After a pause, Jacob turned his head impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"Be careful, don't get yourself into any trouble again..."

Hearing this, Jacob frowned slightly, shrugged, spread his hands, and deliberately joked:

"I can't guarantee that trouble will find me..."

Chapter 231 The White Devil in the Sanatorium

When Jacob went out to attend the appointment, at some point, there was already a drizzle in London.

Along with the icy raindrops, gusts of strong winds are also challenging the warmth of the people of London.

It seems that God is also telling him that the world changes and changes in a flash...

Putting on the hood and running freely on the rooftops, Jacob enjoyed a special service of rain washing away his depression.

Soon, he saw Dahl standing at the gate of the nursing home, fighting with the umbrella in his hand.

The founder of the theory of evolution, as Jacob said, is no different from an ordinary British old man.

However, the moment the great biologist saw Jacob, he directly acted in a way that was inconsistent with a respected elder:

He directly let go of the umbrella in his hand, letting it be blown away by the noisy wind!

Afterwards, he turned around chicly and greeted Jacob:

"Your Excellency Frye! I believe you had a very productive meeting with Your Excellency Ou?"

Richard O, a famous biologist, was also Dahl's most loyal opponent when he proposed the origin of species.

He also worked in the Lambeth Sanitarium, and it was from him that Jacob got the valuable information that "John Elliotson is the one who made the potion".

"Oh, we had a good chat. He told me that the person who helped Starry make the painkiller was John Elliotson."

"Doctor John Elliotson? I haven't heard that name for a long time. He used to be a heart specialist until he became obsessed with hypnotism and phrenology and completely ruined his career..."

After a pause, Dahl reached out and moved the top hat on his head, trying to prevent the dripping rainwater from dripping directly into the back of his neck, and continued to ask Jacob for advice:

"Then how should we track it down?"

Hearing this, Jacob frowned, lowered his head and put on his forward hat, bowed slightly to Dahl, and said:

"Forgive me, Your Excellency Dahl, I think it would be better for me to come by myself. After all, we don't want to usher in...unnecessary attention, right?"

"Sounds very sensible!"

After all, Dahl raised an eyebrow at Jacob and patted him on the shoulder, "Then I wish you good luck, young man!"

After instructing Jacob to find him when he had time, Dahl turned and left, leaving only a handsome back.

"What a funny old man..."

While murmuring, Jacob turned his head and looked at the still brightly lit nursing home. His face sank and he said to himself:

"Okay, time to have some fun with yourself..."

. . .

The entire nursing home is very large.

Perhaps it is because there is no very professional psychiatric science these days. Once something happens to the spirit, it is equivalent to a death sentence, and sending him to a nursing home is the only option.

In other words, a sanatorium in this era is equivalent to a large mental hospital full of lunatics...

Under the cover of night, Jacob climbed directly to the top of the building from the side of the main building of the nursing home.

Squatting with his legs on the edge of the slippery roof, Jacob looked around, and soon found a window on the side of the corridor on the third floor of the main building where the entrance to the nursing home was.

Jacob, who has been doing assassin parkour in various climates and terrains since he was a child, seems to be walking on the ground even on slippery ground.

His figure didn't shake at all, and he fell steadily from the roof, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and hung the whole person above the window.

He didn't rush in, but turned on Eagle Vision, surveyed the situation near the window, and after confirming that there were no patrolling guards, he jumped in from the window.

"Okay, doctor, where are you..."

Eagle Vision, start again!

In the next second, the entire main building of the nursing home, in Jacob's eyes, suddenly turned into a transparent three-dimensional structure.

Unobstructed by any obstacles, Jacob quickly found his target:

More than a dozen unknown targets are all gathered in a room on the second floor, as if a medical project is in progress.

In the brightly lit medical laboratory, apart from the doctors and students watching, the most eye-catching thing is naturally the experimental operating table in the center.

Jacob never imagined that when he first came here, he saw such a cruel and terrifying scene:

I saw a male patient wearing a hospital gown lying on the experimental operating table.

And his surveillance target, Dr. John Elliotson, was standing at the front of the operating table, holding an unknown medical tool, inserting it into the patient's head, and fiddled with it ruthlessly.

"Ahhh"

Accompanied by bursts of cries of pain that went straight to the depths of the soul, the patient on the operating table trembled with his hands and feet, struggling as much as possible, as if he wanted to escape from the hell he was in.

Finally, with just a dull shudder, he ended his futile struggle and ended his life.

Hearing a "puchi", Elliotson with a calm face pulled out the medical tool used for craniotomy from the patient's head.

A puddle of scalding blood immediately splashed out and sprinkled on the operating table.

Under the dim light, there is an inexplicable coquettish feeling...

Putting down the tools, Elliotson turned around, faced the auditorium, and began to conclude:

"As you've noticed, applying too much pressure can have...unpredictable results. Unfortunately, I appear to have damaged the internal organs..."

Listening to his medical report, the doctors and students sitting in the auditorium all picked up their pens and wrote down the operation process just now in their notebooks.

Without eyes on the corpse on the operating table, Elliotson went straight to the copper sound transmission tool beside him, and ordered to the apprentice in the morgue:

"Send a complete corpse up."

At the same time, Jacob, who was standing by the window on the third floor and witnessed everything, clenched his fists tightly at some point with a gloomy expression.