[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

It was raining patter outside, Anthea dutifully held up the small black umbrella for McCoff, and the agents dispatched in an orderly manner to evacuate the media reporters blocking the Whitehall, row after row Small black cars with uniform specifications were lined up, and just as McCoff's cold and pale index finger touched the door handle, there was a hurried voice of inquiry behind him.

"Sir, it is not a good idea for you to go to Downing Street now. You must know that an explosion may happen at any time. You have cleared the people near Downing Street in advance, but you choose to risk yourself... With all due respect, it is senseless sacrifice."

The wetness of the rain came from his fingertips. Mycroft calmly turned his head to look at the person who was speaking. He was a negotiation expert invited by the British government from Oxford University.He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "I don't think this is a meaningless sacrifice."

Only laymen who do not understand the most outstanding core brains in the British government dare to question McCoff's decision.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mycroft watched the rain pull a long scratch on the window glass on both sides. The screen of the mobile phone in his palm lit up. It was a text message from Sherlock.

"Your efficiency in dealing with crisis incidents has dropped by another level.—SH"

The expected sarcasm, Mycroft flicked his finger to mark it as read.

Immediately afterwards, a second text message was sent, as if it was calculated that McCoff was going to put away the phone.

"Michael X's position you want (file download) By the way, Christmas is coming and if you can bring someone home for the holidays, mom will cry with joy. -SH"

McCoff clicked download without hesitation, and soon, intelligence information about Michael X unfolded densely before his eyes. He forwarded the file to Anthea and ordered: "According to the above address, the first action team can be dispatched , except for Michael himself, none of the others will be left."

"Yes, sir."

Sherlock's last words inevitably made his heart tremble. As smart as he is, he can always penetrate into other people's hearts. Those little thoughts that they think are perfectly hidden are all like children's in Mycroft's eyes. Such a bad trick.Of course, this also includes Isabella. From the day of the charity auction, he naturally discovered Isabella's secret love for him.

The girl is born aristocratic, and those secret thoughts that have never been revealed are hidden deep in her heart, and she never reveals the slightest bit on her face. She tries her best to show that she doesn't care about Mycroft, but he is as beautiful as Isabella's pair of jade. The radiant eyes saw through everything early on.

He knew, but he wouldn't take the initiative to speak.

Mycroft Holmes once swore to be loyal to the Queen and the British Empire forever. He is an iceman, but he is not an iceman who can completely cut off all emotions with a knife.Too much emotional involvement will make him indecisive, and his reason will be kidnapped by emotion, and he will fall into the abyss together with himself.

He once thought that a proper distance could protect Isabella, and McCoff was willing to take a step back, only exercising his rights as the guardian outside the palace of Her Royal Highness, silently cutting off thorns for her.His side is too dangerous, terrorist forces, extremist religious elements, spies from various countries...there are countless, attacks and assassinations are commonplace, and McCoff has learned from the dirtiest secret agent missions Those who climbed out naturally knew the darkness.

But now, the enemy has spotted his weakness and chose to attack first. Mycroft has always pursued that if the indifferent distance cannot protect each other, then pull Isabella to his side just like protecting Sherlock. Use thunderous wrists to brutally cleanse the group of terrorists, and let them understand that the consequences of angering themselves are too high to pay.Just like he killed Hardy Green without hesitation back then.

Thinking about this clearly, Mycroft suddenly felt that the depression that had been pressing on his heart before seemed to loosen a little.

Anthea's order represented the order of McCoff himself. After receiving the order to start the operation, the agents buried in various places quietly approached the target like afterimages.

Anthea raised her head and silently glanced at the rearview mirror. In the mirror, Mycroft's eyes were cold and ruthless, a terrifying look she had never seen before. Anthea's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to look again, and hurriedly moved Open your eyes, you must know that no matter how much trouble happened in the past, the chief officer can deal with those difficult incidents with a calm attitude. Anthea once complained to the secret agents in private. If you want Mr. Holmes Changes in face may only be things like the sinking of Britain and World War III.

She was sure that no one would want to look at the current Mr. Holmes for more than a second. Looking directly at him now was like holding a gun on his head that might go off at any time.

……

In the cold subway tunnel, Isabella was still hesitating as she tightly held onto her mobile phone, which was forced to cut off the call due to a loss of signal.All the passengers in the two cars stared at her in unison, and Isabella remained in that squatting position for 10 minutes.

There are 23 minutes left before arriving at the terminal, and she must make a decision as soon as possible. In any case, the method taught by McCoff is their only way out. Isabella took a deep breath, and before she decided to short-circuit the current, she In my mind, I somehow recalled the past like a marquee.

Her heart was beating fast, and her adrenaline was soaring. Isabella had read an article in an unknown tabloid before, saying that people would review their lives very quickly before they were about to die.

Isabella recalled the first meeting between her and Mycroft many years ago. Under the sycamore tree planted by her mother, the too-young senior government official stretched out a hand and introduced himself reservedly and indifferently. Mycroft's impression was that of arrogance, even more arrogant than royal nobles.The same is true for the next few years.Isabella didn't know why her mind was still thinking wildly. If she was asked to say, if the train exploded in the next second, she should have left a few last words with McCoff just now...

Time passed by, making up her mind, she closed her eyes and connected the two wires together, a tiny current "snaked" flashed, she closed her eyes tightly and waited for the expected explosion and fire.

What was waiting for her was still the cold wind whistling in from the window and the cold and humid air in the tunnel. Isabella slowly opened her eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and shook her hands to dismantle the bomb box, almost Roughly ripping it off the engine with a saber, Isabella slumped to the ground, grinning the brightest she had ever seen.

"Everyone...is saved!" Isabella said loudly, "Don't worry, the bomb has been cleared."

The crowd was quiet for a second, and then burst into loud cheers. Passengers who had never met each other hugged each other, their tears and smiles appeared on one face at the same time, some people kissed their lovers and children, Celebrating their new birth, some cried and prayed to God with their hands folded.

"Thank you, Your Highness," the young man said excitedly, "forgive me for my incoherent speech... I was so excited, I really prepared for the worst, but you never gave up on us from the beginning to the end, and brought us out of hell Save it."

"Yes!" The grumpy bearded man also nodded frequently, "Your Highness, thanks to your calmness and wisdom."

The gray-bearded old gentleman was standing on the same line with them. With a smile in his eyes, he sang solemnly and affectionately: "During World War II, your grandmother was as tough and powerful as you are today, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth Leading the British people to defeat fascism, that moment has always lived in my memory, but I didn't expect that today I would re-experience the responsibility and mission of the British royal family through you."

Isabella stood up slowly with the support of the passengers. It was the first time that she was praised by so many people. Isabella maintained the dignity of the royal family with the most reserved smile, although her heart was already full of emotions. "Thank you and I'm sure no member of the royal family would have stood by in such an emergency."

The passengers thanked Isabella word by word, and some even sang "God Save the Queen" in a low voice.

The train was slowly decelerating, from 42KM/H to the death speed, until Isabella could clearly see the content on the light boards on both sides.The subway stopped steadily at the terminal, and the moment the carriage door opened, all the passengers rushed out.

Isabella didn't move, she was obliged to personally watch these passengers arrive at the platform safely, for this reason, she was willing to take huge risks to stick to the train until the last passenger got off the train.

"Everyone, don't worry, get out of the car in order. The danger has been eliminated, and we are all safe now." Isabella comforted the passengers.

Suddenly, the little girl who was supposed to go out together with her mother broke free, and the woman shouted anxiously: "Odelle! Come back!"

Little Odell deftly passed through the crowd and returned to the carriage. She raised her big bright eyes to look at Isabella, and said with a sweet smile, "Big sister, are you a princess?"

"Yes," Isabella lowered her head, she half-bent down and looked at the little girl equally, "Your mother is in a hurry, go home quickly."

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness," Little Odile suddenly rushed forward and hugged Isabella, and whispered in her ear, "I will also become a little princess in the future. I will live happily with the prince by then. Together, this is how it is done in cartoons."

"You will, Audrey." Isabella laughed dumbfounded, and she rubbed the little girl's soft hair.

The little girl raised her fleshy little hand and shook it at her, then ran back to her mother and followed the crowd to the exit.

"Aren't you going?" The train conductor performed his duties as usual, inspecting the almost empty subway cars. He looked at Isabella who was still standing upright, and couldn't help asking.

"You go first," she smiled, "His Royal Highness should always be the last one to leave, shouldn't she?"

The train conductor opened his mouth, and after a while he stood at attention and gave a solemn military salute to Isabella.

The last person got out of the car, and Isabella finally moved her stiff feet. She didn't feel cold and tired when there were so many people just now, but now she was alone in the empty car, hungry. , exhaustion and pain ravaged and swept her together, and the emotions of fear and panic almost swallowed her.Isabella's cold sweat broke out one after another, her forehead wetly stuck to her cheeks, she shook her lips, and staggered off the subway.

A familiar figure stood on the empty platform, wearing a three-piece black suit, but he didn't wear the iconic little black umbrella today. When he saw Isabella, he walked over quickly.

The high-heeled shoes swayed, and the girl who was as thin as paper was half-conscious and about to fall forward. The man stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, and then hugged her horizontally.

The cold scent of thick pine wood lingered in her heart, and Isabella could only see his firm chin and the beautiful and delicate silk tie. She blinked and asked belatedly, "Macroph?"

The man sighed and said, "I'm here."

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