[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Mycroft raised the hand on her back. The material of the clothes she was wearing today was too slippery, and she fell down involuntarily when she walked. Isabella's hands subconsciously clung to his neck, and her fingers touched his neck. Touching the back collar of Mycroft's suit, he shrank back like an electric shock.

"Hiss—" She frowned in pain, and only then saw her fair and delicate hands were accidentally cut by sharp edges and sabers when violently dismantling iron plates and wires, especially ten fingers. The nails are sharp, the engine oil seeps into the fingers, and the round nails seem to be bitten by mice. Isabella blinked her eyes, before her thoughts could catch up with her brain, she said slowly, "Sorry, I forgot to have nails on my hands. Blood……"

"I don't mind." Mycroft looked down at Isabella. Whether the blood stains would stain his suit is not the point. To see her again, the joy of regaining his heart is greater than he imagined. To be strong, it was the first time he had truly felt that his own heart would still beat for others.

"Thank you," Isabella smiled lightly. After experiencing the moment of life and death, the obsession that I couldn't understand before seemed to suddenly become clear, and she continued, "After spear shooting, I learned how to dismantle bombs丨 Bomb."

McCoff hugged Isabella and walked steadily. He passed through the turnstiles at the subway ticket gate. The ticket gate, which was supposed to be full of people, was deserted, as if he had stepped into some doomsday blockbuster. No matter where it was, it was empty. .He sighed, "I'd rather you learn nothing."

It was the first time for Isabella to feel so peaceful in her heart. Last time at a charity auction, Mycroft gently held her hand, and her mind was muddled.Isabella closed her eyes slightly, and murmured: "Freedom is indeed free now, and it's also very exciting, much more exciting than the party at the rose party..."

The corners of Mycroft's lips curled up in an undetectable small arc, "Why, do you not want to run around again in the future?"

"No," Isabella said stiffly, "I mean, your agents really need to strengthen training!"

This is a nonsense accusation, and Mycroft knew in his heart that Isabella would not allow the agents to follow her and make fun of his subordinates, and in the end became his agents "not good at business", but he knew that Her Royal Highness sometimes She didn't try to refute the sudden temper, but indulged her.

"You don't need them," Mycroft stepped up the steps, and there was a closed door outside the top step, outside the door was the rescue team and agents he had arranged in advance, "I remember your previous proposal was very good , can be adopted."

"What proposal?" Isabella was confused.

"About the luxurious treatment that I personally monitor 24 hours a day." Mycroft said as he gently put her down. There were less than two steps away from the top stairs. Isabella was stunned, and her toes touched When she reached the ground, the frayed heel of her high-heeled shoes made her cry out in pain, and almost fell back into McCoff's arms.

The man helped her at the right time, his tall body blocked her body that wanted to fall down, and Mycroft's sea-like deep blue eyes looked at her carefully from beginning to end, and then stretched out his hand very naturally. Patting the dust off the coat for her, as if explaining why he did so, Mycroft lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "There may be reporters outside after a while..."

"Oh..." Isabella let Mycroft re-button her jacket for her, and then stretched out his hand to straighten her collar. The man's cool fingertips accidentally touched the back of her ear, causing a burst of excitement trembling.

too close!Isabella slammed straight into Mycroft's gray-blue eyes, the man bent down, his light breath and the smell of his perfume gently surrounded her, and she could hear her own violent heartbeat.

Mycroft's hands paused, and he tucked the hair sticking to her cheeks behind her ears for her. He laughed in a low voice. He got closer and closer, and under the inconceivable eyes of the other party, his slightly parted lips gently touched Touched Isabella's lips.

Isabella's throbbing brain exploded with a buzzing sound. Mycroft's kiss was very gentlemanly, and he just stuck it briefly. Before she could react, he quickly put his hands on her shoulders, Then half-forced her to turn around, led her up the rest of the stairs, and pushed open the iron door for Her Royal Highness, who was still in a mental state, with one hand. His distance was restrained and reasonable, and his tone was gentle. Reverting to the calmness of the past: "Your Highness, it is time for you to return to Buckingham Palace."

As if responding to what he said, the door was surrounded by various officials of the British government, emergency personnel, and secret agents. Isabella squinted her eyes subconsciously, staying in the subway tunnel for too long, and the sudden bright sunlight made her Her eyes sting a little.

Isabella was still immersed in that gentle kiss. Her beautiful eyes were slightly watery, which were physiological tears produced by the stimulation of strong light. Someone helped her first, and she couldn't see the faces and bodies of the people around her clearly. Her muscle memory allows her to still maintain the etiquette of a princess in front of people.

"Quick! Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella is here, where is the ambulance? We need an ambulance!"

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, how do you feel physically?"

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. From the small raindrops at the beginning, it has gradually evolved into dense and powerful raindrops, knocking on the umbrella surface.The crowd was bustling, and the agents maintaining order at the scene sternly criticized the reporters and media who pressed the flash shutter.The agent on Isabella's right held up the umbrella for her. In a trance, she was wrapped tightly in a warm thick cashmere red coat. She looked up and saw her brother—His Royal Highness Prince William.

"Rest well, you are doing well. We are all proud of you." His Royal Highness took the umbrella from the agent and personally sent his youngest sister to the ambulance.

Isabella is like a marionette, letting others help her into the car, she feels that what happened in the subway station just now is like a bomb, precisely disarming her sanity .

The car started, she blinked her obscure eyes, tilted her head to wipe off the steam on the window glass, she saw the most remote part of the crowd, a tall man in a black suit standing straight, just approaching Isabella When the window wanted to take a closer look at the expression on his face, a raindrop slid across the glass, leaving a circle of water stains, just covering the man's face.His expression was blurred, and the indifferent aura he exuded clearly distinguished him from those sleazy agents, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.Ever since he brought her out of the subway station, Mycroft had consciously hidden himself in the crowd. He calmly looked at Her Royal Highness who was surrounded and walked forward, and he had already done what he should do.

The chief executive of this emergency rescue operation, who has always been low-key, pursed his lips tightly, and Anthea, the conscientious female secretary beside him, lowered her head and held a classic black umbrella for him.

……

Mycroft didn't stay on the scene too much. In fact, he never needed to personally ask the follow-up finishing work. His precious brain space was not used to deal with these trivial problems.It was not too late when he returned to Whitehall, and twilight just covered the western sky. The weather was already gloomy because of the rain, but now the sky was even darker.

He changed his clothes. Although Mycroft liked black very much, everything that happened today made him slightly resistant to this color for the time being.The three-piece gray suit made him look warmer, and Mycroft put on his tie slowly.

Anthea, who was outside the door, handed over the documents to his BOSS as soon as he changed his clothes and went out, and reported in a low voice: "Sir, Oston von Hill has already brought it."

"Well," Mycroft's face turned dark, "I will interrogate myself in five minutes."

On the other side, Auston, who was originally waiting for Isabella in the Anola bar, was inexplicable. He was drinking on the bar counter, and then a group of burly men with guns and explosion-proof shields descended from the sky. Twist his arm and drag him from the chair rather roughly.During this period, none of the waiters and customers in the bar dared to stop him.

Alston thought they were robbers and kidnappers, and he yelled angrily until the leading man gave him a contemptuous look, showed his ID, and told him to be honest.

Military Intelligence Department... Auston was covered with a black hood, and he didn't know where he was sent all the way. When he saw the outside world again, he was fixed on the torture chair. The room was narrow, except for a one-way glass that could not see the outside clearly Nothing but a table clasped with his hands.

Auston tried to mobilize his befuddled brain, remembering which batch of business he was in, something went wrong.

The door was pushed open unexpectedly, and the agent standing guard at the door walked in first, glared at Oston, then lowered his head and put his hands behind his back in a straddle position. The man outside the door walked slowly, and the man's The walking posture is very casual, and the tone of the agents who ordered the guards at the door is also very casual.

"Let's all go out first," the man tilted his head and said indifferently, his eyes moved to Auston, and he raised his eyebrows, "Let me talk to Mr. Hill alone."

Auston naturally knew him, the Sherlock Holmes of the British government. Ever since he confronted him for the first time when he was a teenager, the fear engraved into his DNA had been with him all the time, and even after so many years, he was still the same fear.

"You should know why I invited you here, right?" Mycroft looked down at him condescendingly.

Auston swallowed nervously, shook his head and said, "I don't know...Mr. Holmes, did I make any mistake?"

Mycroft gave him a cold look, took a report from the inside pocket of his suit, and threw it to him.The newspaper was not long, and Alston's hands were fixed on the table. He bent the back of his hand with difficulty to get the newspaper, and the sharp edge of the handcuffs made the back of his hand red.

"How?!" Auston was stunned and came back to his senses. Regardless of the horror of the man in front of him, he asked eagerly, "The subway attack? Isabella is also in that car?! How is she now? ?”

"You still don't know anything until now? Mr. Hill and His Royal Highness agreed to meet at the Anola Bar, but Her Royal Highness has not arrived yet. Don't you find it strange?" Mycroft did not answer his question directly. , but continued to ask, pressing every step of the way, without giving him a moment to think, "Suddenly a nail was driven into the tire of the vehicle that His Highness was supposed to be driving, and he had to take the subway to the place you agreed on, but it happened to be that Is it a coincidence that something happened on the subway?"

Alston was sweating profusely. He hardly dared to look directly into McCoff's cold eyes. He argued, "I don't know! I really don't know...Although we agreed to meet at the bar, we didn't say the time. I I thought she was in a hurry and would come back when things were over, anyway, I'm always free today."

"Mr. Hill probably thinks that I am perfunctory?" Mycroft's face was cold, "Perhaps I should show you the various torture tools of the Military Intelligence Department?"

Auston was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He shook his head vigorously. Who knows what perverted and cruel instruments of torture are used by the violent state agencies that specialize in dealing with foreign spies that have always taken national security as their own responsibility!He winces and says: "I'm telling the truth! I asked Isabella to come to Annora's because I accidentally got that Princess Diana pearl earring she said earlier... I wanted it for my birthday A present for her! I don't know anything about the subway..."

"Pearl earrings?" Mycroft squinted his eyes. He remembered that last time at the charity auction, Isabella also appeared at the venue for this earring, and met him and Claire Green.

"Yes, it's still in the bar," Alston nodded frantically, "You can go and have a look."

"How did you get it?" Mycroft continued.

"Yes, at a party, someone sold it to me."

"Who?"

Auston shook his head and said, "I don't know either, I just know that others call him Professor."

"Code name?" Mycroft stored the name in the Memory Palace. After a quick search, he did not find any information about this person in the list of previous criminals.

"He was very mysterious," Alston continues. "He was respected by the other people at the party, and he mentioned being interested in rose parties, by the way."

Suddenly, the door of the tightly closed torture room was knocked three times. Mycroft turned his head and said, "Please come in."

Anthea walked in quickly and handed him a document. Mycroft quickly glanced at the content, and his calm and unemotional eyes skipped over the frightened Oston. He said lightly: "Okay, hope Mr. Er, thank you for your frankness. Someone will take you back later."

Not knowing what was written on the document, Auston was relieved when he heard this sentence. He was so sincerely grateful to this female "agent" who suddenly appeared, er, it seems that she might be Holmes' secretary?

Auston hadn't forgotten about Isabella, and one second after McCoff turned to leave, he asked eagerly: "So, how is Isabella now?!"

Mycroft didn't look back, he replied coldly: "Everything is fine."

After walking outside the door, Anthea continued to report: "Sir, just now the action team sent a message that Michael himself committed suicide. The body was transported back to MI6. After forensic examination and DNA comparison, it was confirmed that it was indeed Michael Hopkins."

His eyes instantly turned cold, as if frozen with ice, and the cold was overwhelming.McCaughey turned around abruptly, raised an eyebrow, and said ambiguously, "Suicide?"

"Someone wants to seal his mouth. A rude and savage traditional pirate knows how to operate subways and set up bombs. Although this clue is broken," Mycroft stared at the long and narrow corridor, "However, we are not without gains... ..."

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