[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The speeding subway roared forward, no one knew where the final stop of this train was, and no one knew what their fate would be in the next second.The man who tried to escape by jumping out of the window just now was covered by the cold wind in the tunnel filled with the smell of engine oil and damp musty. Gradually returning to calm, the adrenaline secreted in a large amount when he jumped out of the window just faded away, and he felt the biting chill.

The man who calmed down looked up at the slender girl who had been standing all the time—His Royal Highness first walked to the stewardess who was slumped on the ground with a dazed expression on her face, gently helped her up, and then calmly smiled. Tidy up the folds of the uniform for her.

He had seen the youngest princess on TV before. At that time, she was by Her Majesty's side, standing quietly with an elegant and well-behaved posture, and the expression on her face was calm and unfeeling Smiling, as if she was just doing her duty and playing the image of a princess that the royal family should need.The princess on the TV is perfect and elegant, but the only thing missing is some vivid sense of flesh and blood, unlike what she is now. She is several years younger than herself, but her calm demeanor and His fearlessness in the face of danger at a critical moment made him feel ashamed.

Isabella supported the female flight attendant to sit in her seat. When she straightened her back, she whispered something in the female flight attendant's ear: "Don't worry, we will be fine."

The female flight attendant stared blankly at the young princess. When she lowered her eyebrows and spoke, her long eyelashes covered her emerald green eyes, and the curly arc reminded the female flight attendant of the dolls she bought when she was a child.

Isabella stood in the middle of the carriage. She calmly looked at dozens of pairs of eyes. Those eyes were full of pleading, hope and trust. Isabella looked over one by one. She nodded slightly to these passengers, I hope to bring them some comfort and encouragement in this way.

"Please don't be afraid, since the BBC has already reported on it, then I believe that the government must also know our current situation," Isabella stopped, and she looked at Ao Dai, who was hiding in her mother's arms and secretly watching her Er, and then burst into a light smile, she went on to say, "...the rescue for this train must be in progress, our army and government are the most reliable in the world, everyone must trust them."

"What is the government...is, is it Mr. Superman?" Little Odell repeated the word "government" in Isabella's tone with difficulty. The elder sister's sudden smile flickered. She liked the tone of the elder sister's speech very much. It was unhurried, firm and powerful, as if it was nothing to say the big things from her mouth.

Isabella shook her head, and she said gently, "It's the British government."

The little girl nodded half-knowledgeably. Isabella smiled slightly when she saw her ignorant look. When she looked up again, her eyes were silent. The speed of the train was gradually increasing. One hour and eight minutes had passed, but the rescue was still in progress. She has not arrived for a long time, and now she is the backbone of the people in this carriage. They pin their last hope on themselves. Isabella must not just stand here and wait to die.

"Remember, no matter what happens, everyone must be calm," Isabella's voice was not loud but imposing, and she solemnly urged, "What you have to do now is to wait for rescue, and don't blindly destroy the train. I Go to the cab to check the situation, everyone try not to walk around at will."

When she arrived at the cab in front of the car, it was obvious that the train conductor had heard about Isabella comforting the passengers behind.The train conductor is about 30 years old. He controls the console with one hand, and his white uniform shirt is soaked in cold sweat. Compared with a group of passenger cars, the cab full of crew members is still calm.

"..." When the deputy conductor saw Isabella, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked by someone. After a few seconds, he hung his head weakly, "Sorry, Your Highness, We've done our best..."

"What's the matter now?" Isabella asked gravely.

"The radio communication has been intermittent. Based on the news we received 10 minutes ago, the situation is very bad," said the deputy train conductor with difficulty. "The government told us that the train was bombed by terrorists. We have to keep driving at 40 kilometers per hour, if we go below this speed, the bomb will explode directly..."

"Speed?" Isabella frowned, "If we continue to maintain this speed, then we only have less than an hour left."

"What?" he asked blankly.

"The subway can't go on forever," Isabella explained. "It will always reach the terminal. If we don't solve it before that, we will blow up the buildings near the terminal." , or hit the wall of the terminal without slowing down. Oh, god...it must not explode! I remembered, the terminal of this train is near Downing Street..."

Isabella had a terrible headache. She wanted to sigh or swear to vent her inner anger, but she swallowed the foul language with the tip of her tongue. Isabella definitely didn't want to maintain her good image of the royal family. She was the one who restrained herself. At the critical moment, she was the backbone of everyone on this train. She had to remain rational and calm at all times in order to find a way out in a dead situation.

"Oh my god..." The cold sweat on the head of the train conductor who was always tense seemed to be turning on the faucet, "When I kept the subway running at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour every day, I never felt that this speed was so painful... ..."

The deputy train conductor suddenly slumped on the seat, his right hand no longer listened to his conscious command, numbly and mechanically repeating the request for reconnecting the radio signal, the person collapsed only for a moment on the verge of life and death due to extreme tension, the rough muscular man Suddenly, he burst into tears.

"Bill, cheer up! We still have at least five or ten minutes. I will try to close the speed to around forty to buy more time for everyone," the conductor pursed his lips. Emotionally broken partner, "We'll be fine, don't you believe me?"

"I don't know the specific structure of the subway train, but I want to ask, is the train engine here?"

"Yes," the conductor nodded, "what do you want to do?"

"I just have a guess..." Isabella approached the location of the engine with the help of the assistant train conductor who was gradually recovering. The roar of the machine was so loud that she had to raise the volume, "Do you have a screwdriver and scissors? "

"There are no scissors, only this." The train conductor took a well-made saber from his waist with one hand and threw it to her. He watched Isabella's movements and asked in surprise, "Your Highness, do you want to... ..."

Isabella unscrewed the heavy casing of the engine, then looked down at the time on the phone, and said to herself, "Since it has something to do with the speed, I guess this bomb should be here... um, It's almost time, Bill—is your name Bill right? Please keep trying to call the rescue center. I think we are about to approach the second signal base station. We have at least 5 minutes to communicate with the outside world. Hurry up time!"

The deputy train conductor whose name was called was startled, he reacted quickly, immediately touched the radio communicator, and continued to call repeatedly.

The text message showing reconnection 15 minutes ago was sent as soon as the signal was received. In Whitehall, the mobile phone of Mycroft Holmes, who was holding an emergency meeting on the terrorist attack on the London subway, vibrated slightly. The supreme commander of the rescue operation, on the one hand, he directed the various departments to seize the time and use various methods to take action measures, and on the other hand, he personally went into battle to negotiate conditions with the terrorists on the phone.

Although he was so busy that his frowns never opened, which was comparable to the high-speed operation of the brain of a computer, his left hand was always holding his mobile phone. The first moment he received a text message, he immediately called back That familiar phone number.

This time it was no longer the cold female robotic voice telling him that he could not be connected for the time being, the other party quickly picked up the phone.

When receiving a call from McCoff, Isabella did not hesitate to press the answer button: "Mycroft, I am in the cab and disassembling the engine compartment. I guess the bomb that can control the speed should be the next tied here..."

Before McCoff could speak, he was blocked by Isabella's urgent and fast speech for a long time. Everyone in the emergency meeting suspended by him was listening to him on the phone, even though he really wanted to ask how you are. , but rationality made him put aside distracting thoughts, and return to the identity of the supreme commander who planned strategies, "You guessed right, are there any tools nearby?"

"There is a screwdriver and a saber knife, I think it should be no problem to cut off the lead wires, but..." Isabella held the phone between her shoulders, and she pried the iron-welded engine compartment door vigorously with both hands, "But, I might It's not going to defuse the bomb...Bill, can you come here and lift it, please?"

"You can describe it to me," Mycroft said with a serious look, "I have had people strengthen the strength of this signal base station, and the radiation range can still allow this call to last for about 10 minutes."

With the help of the deputy train conductor, Isabella gritted her teeth and violently removed the iron shell, revealing the crazily rotating engine blades and the densely packed roots of the thousand-year-old tree. She was choked by the smell of engine oil, "cough Cough... there are too many lines!"

Isabella quickly flipped through the snake-like wires. She checked it carefully, but found no suspicious devices. She asked anxiously, "No, it's very clean here. I made a mistake. Yet?"

McCoff paused, and suddenly his face became gloomy. He said quickly: "The subway train has a total of 6 cars, including the motor car and the trailer. The motor car has four cars in the middle, and the trailer has two cars at the end. The car has a pantograph. The engine of the subway is a distributed power train. The electric motor is distributed under each car. It is not only the cars at both ends that have power."

"That is to say... I have to repeat this inspection at least six more times?" Isabella bit her lower lip deeply, forcing herself to calm down, "We don't have time!"

The train conductor on the side understood Isabella's intentions, and he added: "No, it only takes four times. The structure of this train is different from the later batch of trains. It is a power machine installed in compartments."

"Then which quarter should we start? There are only 8 minutes left!"

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