Zongman: I have really retired!

"Sir, please, can you tell me where Oscar Wilde is?" Bill Sharp is still smiling. When he is not smiling, he is like a cold moon, but when he smiles, he is like a blooming desire. flower.

He is not a human to begin with, but is a weirdo that will become stronger as time goes by, right?

Shakespeare looked at him seriously. It's very strong, it's not a supernatural item, it's his own strength. Shakespeare said with approval:

"The strength is good. It seems that Oscar Wilde's vision has finally improved. He is at the Bell Tower Attendant. If you go now, you will most likely be able to have a cup of morning tea."

Bill Sharp politely thanked Shakespeare, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Although it is a bit troublesome, that child has no murderous intention. Maybe it was an accident. In this case... Agatha Christie, it's time to show your strength. Maybe you can really bring a surpasser to the British army. ...In that case, Baudelaire will probably be pissed to death."

Shakespeare felt a little emotional. He knew that he did not use all his strength, and neither did the other party.

Being able to watch the "hostages" being evacuated and still be so calm is not the style of a spy.

Shakespeare took back his supernatural powers and planned to wait a few days before "visiting" Agatha Christie. Now he was letting the old man rest.

Oscar Wilde and Agatha Christie were still confronting each other, and they refused to give in. After a long time... there was a phone call.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the confrontation was finally broken. Agatha Christie withdrew her power and answered the phone. Unexpectedly, OnePlus did not end as she expected: "Sir, Mr. Shakespeare didn't stop that guy, he left."

Agatha Christie was surprised, "What do you mean you didn't stop?"

The voice on the other side was a little vague: "The two just looked at each other and didn't fight at all. It seemed that after a few words, Bill Sharp left, and Lord Shakespeare didn't stop him. I don't know where he is now." "

The whole body around Agatha Christie suddenly became cold, but Oscar Wilde on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not hear the content of the call clearly, Agatha Christie's bad expression proved that Bill Sharp was fine.

Agatha Christie calmly glanced at Oscar Wilde who breathed a sigh of relief. Oscar Wilde froze.

"Tell me everything you have experienced!" Agatha Christie stared at Oscar Wilde and said word by word.

Shakespeare didn't stop Bill Sharp from leaving. Either it was a misunderstanding or he couldn't stop it. She was more likely to have a misunderstanding. Shakespeare was the strongest transcender in Britain. How many transcenders were there in the world?

Who would be willing to send a transcendent to mess with Oscar Wilde? Oscar Wilde is not an intelligence officer and doesn’t have that much information. Instead of messing with him, it’s better to mess with the British intelligence department directly. It’s simple and hassle-free, not to mention...

Agatha Christie glanced at Oscar Wilde, who transcendent person was stupid enough to take a fancy to him? Are you still willing to be the inferior?

(Bill Sharp: Who told him to be so good at talking about love?)

When Oscar Wilde finished telling what he and Bill Sharp had to say, Agatha Christie was a little speechless. You really rushed to send it off. She deliberately used her powers to hide herself and didn't want to attract attention. You're good, you have mental armor and you can't even dodge if you press forward as hard as you can.

I think except for the first and second meeting, everything else was planned by you.

"So this is a misunderstanding?" Agatha Christie asked through gritted teeth. Oscar Wilde nodded obediently.

"I know Bill Sharp is not British and should be French, but I can try to persuade him to become a British citizen."

Agatha Christie took a deep breath, slowly calmed down her anger, and said.

"Even if your encounter was a misunderstanding, there is still a problem with the information about him! There is very little information about him!"

"This... you know..." Oscar Wilde said sarcastically.

"Psychic type, right? But! Even so, he is very suspicious. I need to see him to be sure!"

"Okay, Your Excellency." A lazy, calm and elegant voice from behind interrupted Agatha Christie.

when?

Agatha Christie and Oscar Wilde turned back at the same time. Bill Sharp, who was wearing a tuxedo, was leaning leisurely by the door. Bill Sharp glanced at the scene and walked towards the two of them briskly.

"Well, first time meeting, Your Excellency Agatha Christie, good morning."

Bill Sharp greeted Agatha Christie very naturally, completely ignoring the frozen expressions on their faces and not noticing that it was strange for his identity to appear here.

His left hand naturally rested on Oscar Wilde's shoulder. Before Oscar Wilde could react, Bill Sharp's right hand twisted around his waist.

"what--"

"Good morning! My dear, you didn't cook any food this morning."

Bill Sharp was still smiling, but the other two people present did not dare to relax. Oscar Wilde was out of embarrassment and guilt, while Agatha Christie was out of caution.

"How did you get in? What happened to the people outside?"

Agatha Christie calmed down and asked Bill Sharp. Bill Sharp tilted his head.

"Is this how I walked in? Is it possible that I can still fly? As for those people at the door, they may be a little tired. I asked them to have a good sleep."

Bill Sharp walked around the sofa naturally and sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea quite skillfully.

Mistake, this guy is definitely a transcendent. Agatha Christie frowned and thought for a while, then quickly raised her eyebrows again.

Gee, what a blessing - if Oscar Wilde can bring a spiritual transcendent into the UK, the benefits will be visible to the naked eye. Even if it can't be reused, it can still be used as a threat.

The first time she saw Bill Sharp, Agatha Christie no longer doubted Bill Sharp's strength. He was able to withstand her pressure. Even Shakespeare didn't stop him. His strength couldn't be said to be the same as the two of them, at least. Not weak. As for sending a Transcendent as an undercover agent, there is no need, the cost is too high.

During the war, the intelligence agencies of various countries had devices to prevent the spiritual system from stealing information. Although the spiritual system was a special ability to steal information, he did not think that Bill Sharp, who was so public now, would do such a stupid thing - after being exposed At the same time, he dared to face people with special abilities in the entire country to steal information.

If he can do it in this situation, then congratulations, he can go directly to the battlefield and use Wushuang without having to go around so much to get information.