[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

There were chaotic footsteps chasing after him, and as expected, the side door of the parking lot was firmly locked.Time passed by, and McCoff fired three bullets in a row to barely open the fire door. This posture was very dangerous. He turned sideways, stuck in the blind spot of most of the viewing angle, and McCoff kicked open the door frame. At the same time, the killer who was chasing him raised his gun behind his back.

"!!"

The sound of explosions at close range sounded, and Mycroft turned his head abruptly, and thick blood burst out in front of the killer who was about to attack him.It was none other than the little princess who fired the shot.

Isabella's hand holding Glock was trembling badly, her marksmanship was taught by McCoff himself, such a short distance was enough for her to hit the opponent's heart with precision.This Glock has been in her handbag for four or five years, and it has been in a state of shelving. She did not expect that the first time she used it was to kill with her own hands.

Isabella stared at her red eyes, and it took only a second to shoot, but such a tragic scene seemed to be engraved in her mind. bright red blood.Mycroft's heart sank, and he slowly raised his injured right arm, covering her eyes with his palm, Isabella blinked stiffly, and his eyelashes brushed against his palm.

"Don't be afraid, Isabella, don't look," Mycroft's palm fell on her shoulder, his right arm was completely useless, and McCoff's face was normal, he slowly broke Isabella's shoulder , This action caused his wound to further tear, and the dark mark on the suit gradually faded away.

Isabella was like a wooden figure, she opened her mouth and could not make a sound, the two of them trotted through a dark fire corridor, Isabella coughed suddenly, as if the blockage stuck in her throat After getting through it thoroughly, she stumbled and explained: "He wants to kill you...I, I'm just defending..."

"Yes, you are doing well, I assure you, you will be fine." Mycroft calmed her emotions, the most urgent thing is to rush to the safe house, the blood loss made his brain start to slow down, this is A very red flag.

Under extreme circumstances, people's brains tend to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They often choose to actively avoid or temporarily forget some unpleasant things. Isabella took a deep breath, and the Glock in her hand was drawn by McCoff at some point. Go, Isabella shook her head, her head ached badly.They finally walked out of the parking lot. It was already early morning, and there were very few cars on the street, only one taxi was still parked by the side of the road.

Isabella forced herself to forget those cruel and bloody images. She lowered her head and looked at her blood-stained palm. She couldn't help but tremble. Part of the blood was stained by her when she helped Belinda cover the wound, but she stubbornly felt that she was like the blood on the palm of her hand that couldn't be washed away. She killed someone, and she would bear this crime for the rest of her life.

Just when Isabella was in a daze, Mycroft borrowed the car keys from the taxi driver, he raised his hand, Isabella bit her lip, and looked worriedly at McCoff's pale lips and With a tired face, she stepped forward to take the key and said, "Let me open it, your wound can't be torn anymore." Seeing that McCoff shook her head in disapproval, she forced a smile and added, " Don't worry, I can adjust it, get in the car quickly."

McCoff didn't insist, he was indeed tired, and the excessive blood loss made him feel cold, Isabella glanced at McCoff from the rear window of the car, and thoughtfully turned on the car heater, she asked, "Where are you going? Belinda's safe house or my home?"

He rubbed the center of his brows, and said slowly, "Go to your house."

"..." Isabella still felt a little bit of the joy of being trusted, she quietly curled the corners of her lips, "The surveillance captured my face, I guess if you really want to find us, the house won't last long."

"It won't take long. One day is enough," Mycroft said, looking back at the street warily. "I have an emergency plan."

"Okay," Isabella stepped on the clutch, as if forcing herself to divert her attention, she muttered to herself, "Didn't the model of this car stop production in 03? I remember London Taxi The car has already eliminated it..."

Before finishing speaking, a row of bullets swished and hit the left rearview mirror. Isabella slammed the steering wheel, and the car turned into a fork in the road. He rolled down the car window, leaned out half of his body, and smashed the tires of the pursuers who were following them with two shots.

The tooth-piercing sound of emergency brakes sounded, and the car behind rolled on the road. It crashed into the fast food restaurant along the street. The shock wave from the explosion rose into the sky, and the flames blazed into the sky.

"How do they know where we are?" Isabella asked suspiciously, "There was no such car on the street when we left."

Who is wearing a locator?In Mycroft's thought palace, he went through all the suspicious items that he came into contact with recently like a movie, and he picked out the last bunch of small, cold keys alone.

Key to the safe house given by Belinda.

Mycroft held the key out of his pocket. It was ordinary, exactly the same as a normal house key. Mycroft pinched the core of the key, and there was an imperceptible slit in the middle, which indicated that there was a hidden hole in the key. In the later stage, the upper and lower parts are connected together by welding and other methods. If it is not for careful inspection, it will not be found at all.

Isabella didn't hear McCoff's reply for a long time. She just wanted to ask aloud when she heard McCoff roll down the car window and throw a bunch of iron products out, which just fell into the milkman's car beside him. In the back basket.

"What's wrong? What?"

"There is a problem with the key, it's Belinda." Mycroft said wearily, and he slowly closed his eyes. He was not surprised who the traitor in MI6 was, after all, he never really trusted the group of goldfish from the very beginning. Same agent.But he did underestimate Claire Green. In order to dispel his suspicions, he did not hesitate to expose the secret line she placed next to McCoff, and exchanged Belinda's life for his trust.

"Belinda?!" Isabella asked back in shock, and after a few seconds she realized, "I deliberately risked my life to give you the safe house key... What safe house, it's a trap. They It was found on the GPS that we deviated from the route, so we couldn't help but plan to finish us on the road. But how could Belinda be willing to die to win your trust?"

"There is a problem with her file." Mycroft didn't say much, he almost used his tenacious will to force himself not to fall asleep. Fortunately, Isabella's villa finally arrived, and she jumped out of the cab in a hurry Come out, open the rear door of the car, Mycroft took out all the blood-stained cushions in the car, they walked into the house, Isabella's tense nerves relaxed a little, she took out the first-aid kit from the study, Mycroft just unbuttoned his suit jacket, half of his white shirt was soaked in blood, Isabella cut off the fabric stuck to the wound for him with trembling hands, the bullet was deeply embedded in the muscle, and McCoff’s The right shoulder was bloody, and the turned flesh was hideous and terrifying.

Along the way, Mycroft showed strong leadership, control and combat capabilities. Isabella comforted herself with his ease. Maybe his injury was not that serious. After seeing the bloody coat, Only then did she realize that the man in front of her was called "ICEMAN" for no reason.

"I can do it myself," Mycroft took the tweezers and alcohol, he still looked preoccupied, and warned, "It's not safe here, I'm afraid people from Claire Green will come to the door soon, they Although I dare not directly search the private residences of members of the royal family, I still have to take some precautions."

"Then what should I do?" Isabella asked, "I should have built a basement when I bought this house. There is nothing here except for cabinets of costume props..."

"Cross-dressing," Mycroft affirmed, "turn me into His Royal Highness Prince William, how much can you do?"

Isabella raised her chin slightly and said confidently, "Ten out of ten."

McCoff nodded. He used a lighter to burn the tips of the tweezers, and poured nearly half a can of alcohol on the wound. Without frowning, the tweezers penetrated into the flesh. Stirred inside, blood flowed down his forearm, Isabella saw the blue veins in the palm of McCoff's palm, his right hand was clenched tightly, the huge pain made him unable to help slowing down his inward exploration The speed, cold sweat oozing densely, he went to touch the alcohol on the table, his left hand shook so badly that he almost knocked it over the ground twice, Isabella couldn't bear to look any longer, she grabbed the alcohol bottle, After pouring half of it down, the alcohol diluted the viscous blood, and they mixed into a light pink color. After washing with the alcohol, the muscles on both sides could be seen more clearly.

McCoff took a deep breath, and the tweezers went straight into the deepest part of the muscle. Finally, he touched a hard object, and the tweezers adjusted their posture. McCoff tried his best to restrain the trembling of his left hand. It was pulled from the meat.

"Dang--"

The bullet was still clotted with blood clots and pieces of meat, it was thrown onto the table by Mycroft, he gasped heavily, his back was drenched in cold sweat, Isabella took out two wet wipes and handed them to him , Mycroft thanked in a low voice.

"Water, I added sugar to it," Isabella held a can of clear water, she hesitated for a while, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me...you wouldn't have been shot..."

Mycroft's gray-blue eyes looked at her deeply, and the pain hit him. He shook his head slowly and said, "But also, you saved me."

Seeing Isabella's face change slightly, Mycroft understood that she recalled the nightmare memory again. He picked up the bullet and fiddled with it for a while, then changed the subject without any trace. He smiled silently and said, "U.S. military production M85丨5 bullets, 5.56x45mmSS109 rifle bullets under the NATO standard. Mrs. Green can’t wait to hand over the handle of her smuggled army丨 firearms to me? Fortunately, it is M85丨5 bullets, using low muzzle velocity When the M4 carbine is fired, the M85 5 bullet penetrates the human body before it becomes unstable and ruptures, and the wounding effect is too poor. It will not be included in the military industry purchase plan next time."

The author has something to say:

It hurts me to write it! ! !Mike is a werewolf.

Emmm, I went around other authors’ pits and suddenly found that I only write 2k per chapter, so lazy hahahahahaha but I really can’t squeeze it out. Let me be a waste wood (vicissitudes of life)

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