[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"So where are we going?"

Isabella followed behind Mycroft. At this time, the two were walking in the quiet corridor of Whitehall, and she could only see the cold back of McCoff. Five minutes ago, Mycroft answered the phone. He pondered for a moment, and when he spoke again with a meaningful smile on his face, he told Isabella that things had changed and the venue had changed.

The man didn't reply to her, but his pace quickened. His expensive handmade cowhide shoes tapped the marble floor. His legs were long and he strode forward. Isabella had to trot to keep up with him.

Mycroft stopped suddenly, and Isabella hurriedly stopped her forward pace. She almost bumped into the man's straight back.

Just as Isabella was about to ask, she poked her head out from behind McCoff, only to find a woman standing at the end of the corridor.

That's not a woman to mess with.Isabella's brain came to this conclusion decisively.The woman was wearing a well-fitting women's suit, her short brown hair was neatly inlaid with mousse around her cheeks, and her pale face seemed sickly white caused by not seeing the sun for many years. The whole face looked like it was made on a farm. The skin that coagulates after the milk has cooled.The huge hooked nose, like a sudden bulge of the moon, fits inappropriately on the woman's face, making her shrewd pale blue eyes even more cramped.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Green," said Mycroft with a courteous manner that was always impeccable.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes... Oh, you seem to be very busy now?" Mrs. Green's eyes swept over Isabella lightly. Her voice was deeper and hoarse than other women's voices, as if her throat had been polished by sandpaper. "If I'm not mistaken, this is Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella?"

Mrs. Green's sensitivity was beyond Isabella's expectation. After all, most of her files were handled very low-key.Now that she recognized it, Isabella stepped out from behind Mycroft, smiled reservedly and nodded.

"Good day, ma'am."

"Good day, Your Highness." Mrs. Green smiled indiscernibly, she narrowed her narrow eyes, and said in a strange tone, "Oh, you do seem to be very busy, Mr. Holmes, I will not bother you. "

After the two exchanged simple greetings, Mycroft continued to walk forward until he walked out of the White Hall through the long corridor, and he opened the door of the small black car for Isabella in a gentlemanly manner.

Isabella and Mycroft sat side by side in the back, he didn't bring either of his secretaries, his co-pilot was empty.As the car drove out of Downing Street, Isabella noticed the scenery flashing past the window. After turning a few street corners, Isabella gradually lost her patience. Not kidnapped again.

"Where are we going?" Isabella couldn't hold back, she looked at McCoff and began to close her eyes to meditate.

"You'll know when you get there."

Isabella curled her lips and decided to change the subject, but McCoff's reaction was a bit abnormal. She didn't know whether the car was safe for a while, so she sent a text message to McCoff in doubt.

"Is it safe in the car? - Isa"

Mycroft didn't open his eyes, he suddenly said, "Of course, what do you want to say?"

"Oh..." Isabella put away her phone and decided to chat with the mysterious woman just now, "Is that lady the famous Mrs. Claire Green from MI5?"

Mycroft suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise, and said, "I didn't expect your club to be so well-informed."

The royal family cannot interfere in politics, and these news can only come from other sources.Isabella suddenly felt uneasy about being underestimated. She said provocatively: "Claire Green, known as the second Mrs. Thatcher, was originally the sister of the Duke of Cavendish. She was 23 years old. Married to Mr. Green, a politician who has been in politics for generations. Married for ten years, she had a son and a daughter. About eight years ago, Mr. Green died in a car accident. Mrs. Green has been single since then. If my news is correct, Mrs. Green is from her Taking over MI5 the year after Mr. passed away."

McCoff didn't speak, acquiescing to Isabella's statement.

"Ms. Green is ruthless and implements an iron-fisted policy. MI5, which has always been difficult to crack, has not had any major troubles in the past few years under her management. Oh, except for the robbery of the Kent vault in England a few years ago." Isa Bella shrugged.

"It's here." Mycroft reminded him suddenly.Only then did Isabella realize that the car had already stopped. She opened the door and got out of the car. In front of her was a building without any signs. She asked half-jokingly, "This is not a secret agent training school, is it?"

Leaning on his little black umbrella, Mycroft showed a long-lost smirk: "You can also understand it that way."

Oh... Isabella's face is broken.She followed McCaw gloomily, up a few stairs, and the two of them descended into a huge indoor shooting range.There was no one in the arena, and there were several guns on the table next to it.

"I thought it was martial arts?" Isabella blinked.

"My humble opinion is that instead of fighting a vicious tall and strong villain with your bare hands, it is better to shoot him in the head." Mycroft picked up a small Glock 43 on the table and looked at it carefully.

"..." What he said made sense and could not be refuted.

"Try it, Glock 43, a pocket-sized self-defense pistol with single-column magazine feeding. It comes with two magazines, one with a normal base plate and the other with an extended base plate with a little finger slot. Two magazines Both only hold six rounds. You can stash it in your pocket, or in your handbag." Mycroft handed the gun to Isabella.

McCoff briefly introduced how to use it, and Isabella held the cold gun and pulled the trigger at a distant target.

The recoil of the lady's pistol is not too strong, but Isabella's delicate palm is still numb from the shock.

"Missing the target." Mycroft glanced at the big screen and said calmly.

The man unbuttoned his suit jacket, slightly loosened his strict and abstinent tie, and moved his shoulders. He took the gun in Isabella's hand. There was almost no time to aim. He fired quickly, and the bursting gunshot sounded in her ears edge rings.

Three bullets, all ten rings.

Isabella swallowed, her neck stiffened, and she turned slowly to look at Mycroft.The man turned sideways, holding the gun in one hand, and raised the corners of his lips with a haughty smile.

At that moment, Isabella admitted that Mycroft Holmes was indeed quite handsome. Maybe he wore the three-piece retro and strict suit too formally, like a traditional and elegant British gentleman, so many times she Both ignore the identity of McCoff's agent background.

Now, there is no doubt that the body hidden by the three-piece suit of Mycroft contains huge explosive power.Even though the armor-like suit makes him look elegant and easy-going, he is still a cold and rational typical politician in his bones-the kind who is capable of writing and fighting.

Mycroft rolled up his shirt cuffs, revealing his strong and well-proportioned forearms. His fingers were beautiful, with rare bones that were clearly defined and slender, full of strength and beauty.His nails were carefully manicured, never harboring a speck of dirt, nor were they too long.

"I will tell you the precautions in detail..."

His voice is slow and gentle. He is indeed a very good teacher. He explained all the essentials in a few words, explaining the profound things in a simple way, without a word of superfluous nonsense.

Pulling the trigger again, Isabella did not miss the target anyway.

"Very good." Mycroft raised his eyebrows, he rarely taught people how to use firearms himself, the last time he taught Sherlock.He is not so patient with his agents, and more often uses the elimination system. Those who fail to meet the assessment requirements hurry up and get out. Raising a group of goldfish is already tiring enough, and he doesn't want to put anything in his goldfish tank Slow-moving goldfish.Their vigorous skills can barely make up for their lack of IQ. This is the limit that Mycroft accepts. In fact, he has already made a lot of concessions.

Shaken to the point of unconsciousness, Isabella began to lament her right hand, hoping it wouldn't turn into a sieve when she ate dinner!Several bullets were shot in succession, some missed the target, some hit the target, and the highest record was three rings.

Pointing to the pile of bullets on the table as high as a hill, Mycroft said, "Fill them all."

"..." Isabella raised her involuntarily trembling right hand and said pitifully, "Mr. Holmes, my hand is shaking so much that I can't control it."

Mycroft smiled knowingly, and Isabella's heart was full of alarms. The man in front of her was definitely not merciful, and he must be planning some kind of conspiracy. Sure enough, McCoff spit out devilish words: "You can tie Get this, and your hands will be steady."

A red brick with a fishing line attached to it.

"..."

Isabella raised her heavy right hand, her shoulder was sore and sore, there was no window here, she had no way of knowing the passage of time, she could only be numb, unload the magazine, load the magazine, and kept firing until the pile of bullets All finished.

"The posture is wrong." Mycroft said flatly standing behind her.As Isabella shot more and more times, her posture became less standard. She was really tired. She wanted to be lazy, but Mycroft saw through it at a glance.

Mycroft held her right hand holding the gun and aimed at a fixed target. Isabella's back was close to his chest, and she smelled the bitter and cold fragrance again, this time the smell of gunpowder smoke was more intense, and it seemed The cold scent is weak, but it has been firmly exuding a unique cool aroma, even the heavy smoke of gunpowder cannot be concealed.

Mycroft's hand was steady, and he decisively led Isabella to pull the trigger. At the last second, Isabella's hand trembled.

Eight rings.

The man didn't say much, he smiled lightly, his wise gray-blue eyes were filled with emotions that Isabella couldn't understand.

"I will send you a text message in advance to inform you of the time of the next class."

Mycroft slowly tightened his tie, buttoned his cuffs, and put on his suit jacket. He returned to his neat and elegant appearance.

No matter how strict he is, Isabella has to admit that Mycroft Holmes is a good teacher with high teaching efficiency, but she believes that as long as McCoff wants to, no matter what role or identity, he can do it Perfect.After several times of McCoff's "fighting class" training, Isabella's spear skills have gradually improved. On the day she finished the class, McCoff gave her the delicate and compact Glock 43 as her Graduation gift, also included a government certificate allowing guns.

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The next chapter is about to skip time!The heroine has to grow up, otherwise the emotional line will never push orz