[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

In the largest conference room in Whitehall at that time, a man in a well-fitted suit pressed his eyebrows with one hand. He lowered his eyes, his thoughts had already flown into the memory palace, and a subway car appeared out of thin air in front of McCauf. It was the speeding train. A train of death under a spell that cannot be stopped.In front of his eyes, the length, materials, and design drawings of the train were flipping like pages of a book. McCoff made an equation in his mind, and the speed, distance, and subtle factors that could affect the final result were all carefully considered. Inside, he knew that he couldn't bear the consequences of one of his negligence.

This conference room has received countless other heads of state with the highest level of confidentiality. At this moment, the man known as the most sophisticated brain of the British government is sitting quietly in the first place. On his right is a row of special agents and security officers. The ministers of affairs dispatched the situation on the spot in an orderly manner, including strengthening the signal base stations along the way and resolving the right to use helicopters. If necessary, they used national power to forcibly rescue the passengers in the train.The seat on his left is composed of experts in government information systems and negotiation studies. McCoff has important telephone arrangements, and the vacant first negotiator seat is filled by experts in negotiation studies.

This week was supposed to be the day when the Prime Minister visited India. When he learned of such a big mess, he was having afternoon tea with the Indian Prime Minister in a bright and spacious palace. The always handsome gentleman changed immediately after receiving an emergency call. His complexion, throwing down the senior Indian officials who looked at each other quickly walked to the door, and for the first time shouted very rudely on the phone.At the same time, the royal family also knew about this matter, and what was even worse was that when Her Majesty the Queen learned that her youngest granddaughter was also on the death train, she became very anxious and was rushed to a private hospital under the royal family's name.

The prime minister's phone call, the royal family's phone call, and the anxious quarrels of the media outside Whitehall...

Mycroft blocked all the noisy voices that interfered with his thinking. The complicated and lengthy formulas were quickly calculated in his mind, and the numbers were recorded one by one. In the end, all the calculation results pointed to the only answer.

"In the middle of the third and fourth quarters!" Mycroft suddenly opened his eyes, and he blurted out, "Isabella, do as I say."

"What?" Isabella was just stunned, but chose to trust him without hesitation, "I see... I'll go right away! Bill, please come and help me, okay?"

"The target of the train bomb is not just the passengers on the train," Mycroft said quickly in a low voice, "the most important thing is Downing Street... Calculated according to the speed and length of the train, the bomb can only be hidden here." Only in this position can it exert its greatest power range."

Isabella supported the ground with one hand, and she staggered. Her calf was so weak from squatting for a long time that she could hardly support her body. Seeing this, the deputy train conductor next to her raised her hand to help her.Isabella thanked her softly. She didn't care about the dirty hem of her clothes hanging on the ground. When she pushed open the door of the cab, she adjusted her facial expression to make her look calm and calm as much as possible.

As soon as Isabella entered the carriage, dozens of pairs of eyes saluted her. She walked fast, but her feet were still steady, and she would not start to trot frizzily.

"Everyone, we are one step closer to success," her voice was clear, with an inexplicably reassuring magic, "We still need everyone to work together and keep calm. At this moment, the supreme commander of the British government has already Get in touch with me, and under his guidance, I will dismantle an insignificant... little guy on the train, don't worry."

As soon as the words fell, there was a murmur of conversation in the carriage, but soon, a young man stood up and said firmly, "We are willing to believe in you, Your Highness."

"Yes, you will definitely take us out of here!"

"I would like to believe you too!"

It was unbelievable that the cars, which were filled with death and despair a few minutes ago, started to comfort and cheer each other up.

Isabella slightly bent her lips. She used to be very incomprehensible to the pious love and respect that the common people had for the queen, but at this moment, she suddenly understood that the so-called responsibility is to have the courage to bear the weight of the queen. It was once the glory of the British Empire to decisively support the people in times of crisis.She lowered her eyes, just to hide the tears that were about to fall in her eyes.

This trust is too heavy, and she must not let it down.

What Isabella didn't know was that Mycroft on the phone had been silent all the time. He heard the conversation on the train clearly. Isabella's growth surprised him. No, the young princess always It amazes him, doesn't it?From the night in the parking lot where she broke the gun to solve the fish that slipped through the net for him, to when he was shot and injured and isolated and helpless, Isabella kept calm and mediated with Mrs. Green, all of which showed her intelligence and strength.

She has never been a dodder used for viewing in the royal family, she is the brightest and warmest rose in England.

"Your Highness, let me pry it open for you." The deputy train conductor consciously took the saber and screwdriver, squatted down, unscrewed the screws one by one, and then inserted the blade into the crack, using the handle as a fulcrum to get stuck in the groove In the middle of the day, he forcefully pried open the iron shell connected between the two carriages.

With the sound of rumbling engines and rolling heat waves and dust, Isabella unplugged the wires and searched carefully one by one.

"Found it!" she exclaimed in surprise, "Mycroft, it really is here!"

I saw that among a bunch of coiled wires, a small silver-gray bomb firmly included the adhesive strips, wires and circuit boards.

"It looks like there are many wires and a circuit board inside. Should I remove its casing?" Isabella asked hesitantly.

"Generally speaking, the detonation time of the bomb is linked to the speed phase at the same time, which means that the two lines are a parallel circuit. Among the two circuit branches, only one is installed with a resistor, which is equivalent to a resistor, then the other One is the branch without resistance." Mycroft looked down at the time, there were still 4 minutes, and his speech speed involuntarily accelerated.

"Then I need to...cut it?"

"No, the current bomb can make any wire related to the detonation of the bomb. No matter which wire is cut, the coil will lose power and lose its magnetism, allowing the contact switch to return to the normally closed state, causing Connect the circuit and detonate the bomb." Mycroft said calmly.

"What should I do?" Isabella's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and only then did she see a large piece of skin on her right index finger was forcibly worn away, which should have been scratched when she forcibly removed the outer panel of the engine before. .At this moment, it was burning hot.

"When two branches are connected in parallel on the circuit, the current will all flow through the branch without resistance, that is, it will cause a short circuit. Therefore, if a wire with a load is connected in parallel with an unloaded wire, the current will flow completely Ignore the □□, bypass them all, and short them out.”

"Then I want to short-circuit it?" Isabella asked hesitantly.

"Turn off the power," Mycroft ordered, keenly hearing the rapid breathing on the receiver, and softly reassured, "Believe in yourself, Isabella, you can do it. I just heard you You did a great job with what those passengers said."

"..." Isabella took a deep breath, the wound on her hand throbbed with pain, as if it was connected with her heart rate, she calmed down, "The specific operation steps, what should I do?"

In Whitehall, Mycroft held the mobile phone in his right hand. He simply used his left hand to record the information about the bomb that Isabella provided on the white A4 paper, and then taught her step by step the steps to dismantle the bomb.What he didn't tell her was that they could only rely on themselves in this crisis, the government's rescue power was limited, and the price charged by those terrorists was too high, the British government would never allow them to open their mouths out asking price.The negotiations have been on the verge of breaking down, and the target of the group of terrorists is Britain's most secret nuclear weapon.

The breakdown of negotiations means that if they cannot save themselves successfully, then the government has no choice but to sacrifice the innocent passengers of this car.

Dismantling the bomb until the last step, when the two lead wires came together, directly causing the power supply inside the bomb to fail, Isabella hesitated rarely, if she made a mistake in the previous step, then she would be able to see the power of this life in the next second. The most brilliant flame, followed by a deafening bang, she will not feel any pain at all, because then her whole body will be vaporized in just one second.

"What's the matter?" Mycroft asked, wondering if it was because the radiation range of the signal base station was getting farther and farther, and the phone began to appear loud and small.

"..." Isabella had a question in her heart, but considering that there were too many passengers nearby, she switched to German and asked softly, "Regardless of success or failure, choosing to cut off the power supply is our only way out, right? We have no backup."

Mycroft fell into silence. Isabella was too smart. He sighed and replied in German, "Yes, the price the other party wants is a military secret, and we can't exchange it."

He should have exterminated Michael X, the terrorist organization from the Caribbean Sea. In the previous evaluation, Mycroft's impression of Michael X was just a brutal, brutal, mindless and cruel organization, but this time they did not know that they had absorbed What kind of force, what they did was uncharacteristically, and it was no longer their usual rough style.

"Okay." After Isabella finished speaking, the intermittent signal finally disconnected.

Mycroft on the other side of the phone listened to the busy signal on the phone, covered his face silently with his hands, and felt so powerless, as if he couldn't save her no matter what he did, he could obviously save her, but where he was, his The responsibilities on his shoulders did not allow him to act arbitrarily.

This kind of feeling, Mycroft also experienced it when he sent Oros to Sherringford, it was a pain carved into the bone marrow, reaching the end of his nerves.

On this rainy and moist land, he so hoped that a vigorous wild red rose could bloom freely.

The subordinates sitting below did not dare to express their anger. They watched the noble official show a monstrous anger that almost destroyed the entire British Empire, but they were so sad, but this feeling only lasted for a few seconds. , When Mycroft raised his head again, his face was expressionless, and he returned to his usual "ICEMAN" appearance.

"Prepare an ambulance and contact the Prime Minister and His Royal Highness Prince Charles," Mycroft ordered in an orderly manner. His tone was very calm, as if nothing had happened. "Also, prepare a car and go to Downing Street."

The man's black suit is solemn and dignified. He has always been dressed rigorously, and he is ready to attend a banquet or... a funeral at any time.

The author has something to say:

真滴没有虐！还有拆弹部分知识来自网络，作者是一个物理常识为零的渣渣。感谢在2021-05-1000:41:35~2021-05-1201:16:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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