The old mechanical clock handmade by French craftsmen during Louis XIV had extremely exquisite portrait silver sculptures and baroque enamel appearances. The grand gold, silver and black red made the most advanced clock look priceless. The pointers in the arched glass windows made a slight noise in the quiet air. McCoff Holmes sat in a high-backed chair and stared at the clock quietly. Sir Arnold Abinson's hints made him think for a long time but still couldn't get the answer. The puzzle he faced was not the solution given by the former cabinet secretary, but how many people supported the solution and who were those people - the reasoning was fruitless. He could only turn his thinking direction to the conversation that would happen in the future, and set out to let the Prime Minister focus on some harmless places, such as protecting the raccoon in central London.

Those little tricksters might be Russian spies.

There was no designated location for another conversation. McCoff Sherlock Holmes was not even sure that the conversation could be fulfilled as promised. He could only wait for notification here. He was unwilling to sit here but could not do anything. He knew his weak position in this negotiation. He knew that the Brexit referendum was a self-directed and self-acted drama. No one would care about the interests of the British Empire in Italy. Even the civil service system turned completely to politicians after the interfering purge of politicians and the destruction of egoists in the civil service system. He wanted to do something to change the situation, but he didn't know how many people in MI5 and MI6 were still loyal, and he didn't even dare to hand over the investigation project to those intelligence agencies.

"You apply for a conversation?"

The cold sound came from behind, like stuffing a ball of ice and snow into the back. The soaring adrenaline made McCoff Holmes stand up and turn to the place where the sound was made. He had not heard any sound before, and he was sure that anyone would make a sound whenever he stepped on the old wooden floor of the house, and no one could approach him quietly. However, the laws of the physical world had lost its effect. A woman in a suit stood by the window, staring at the wet alley outside the window and the condensed water vapor on the glass window.

"Who are you?" He suppressed the dizziness and the black vision around his eyes, and quietly touched the pistol on the table. But as soon as he held the pistol, he felt something was wrong. The pistol weighed a little lighter than before. After a brief surprise, he forced himself to calm down and tried not to expose his body language. The woman turned her head and looked at him, looking at his small movements.

"You apply for a conversation?" she repeated the question.

McCoff Holmes put the pistol back under the woman's gaze.

"Yes, but I don't welcome sneaky guests."

"Aren't you going to use this weapon?"

"No need, you or your companion have already cleared the magazine and the barrel when I was not paying attention." McCoff Holmes looked around, and the sense of crisis made him nervous. "Are you the only one? I can't guess how you came behind me, do you mind explaining?"

"We hired raccoons as spies, and their dirty little paws are everywhere."

McCoff Holmes smiled reluctantly, just thinking it was a coincidence. "If you have a conversation on behalf of that person, please give me at least a title. This is the most basic communication problem, and we can't communicate without these titles. And how do I know that you have the power to negotiate, and I don't want to waste my time talking to a low-level commissioner?"

"Nothing here will be recorded." The pale face of the woman in a suit had no expression, as if the air had lowered the temperature with her emotions. She had long seen through McCoff Sherlock Holmes' tricks and had no intention of expressing her identity. "You have no possibility of negotiation, McCoff Holmes." She said in a banshee-like tone, "You will accept the task."

"Why?"

"My Lord will not go directly into Buckingham Palace to drive the Windsor family off the throne and abolish the British government's executive power, judicial power, and law enforcement power." The woman said, "He has power and law, doesn't he? Wales and Scotland expect Him to step on this island, and there are many people in England who want Him to come to the people."

McCoff Holmes asked angrily, "What do you want?"

"After the disbandment of the Political Department of the Hong Kong Police Force in 1995, all the confidential information was sent back to London. My Lord wanted the confidential information of the Political Department, all the documents."

"Impossible!" McCoff Holmes vetoed the idea without hesitation. "This plan has been going on for many years, and the participants are not only MI5, but also the CIA. I cannot take away the information you want from the CIA. And many things cannot be solved by a list, and legal issues cannot be solved by assassination."

The woman said a name, which made McAuf Holmes clench his fists tightly because he didn't want people to see fear. It was the name of a Jewish Bulgarian parliamentarian who once had American nationality. When the emperor launched a war to unify the Balkans, the parliamentarian first fled to South America and planned to go to the United States with the CIA's support, and formed an exile government with the parliamentarians, civil servants, merchants and others who also fled - this was to arouse Bulgaria.

The differences within Asia were also preparing for NATO's counterattack against Bulgaria. When the CIA went to the gathering place of the Bulgarian exile faction in the Caribbean as agreed, it was found that all Bulgarians, including the parliamentarian, went to the mansion, died, along with 126 families. A few hours later, the parliamentarian went to the United States to communicate with certain think tank consultants and party representatives, and was also found dead in a temporary residence in Washington.

Although McAuf Holmes did a lot of things, he would at least wear a layer of anti-terrorism skin, the actions of the Yugoslavia Federation were completely separated from the political means based on negotiation and negotiation within the ideology after the Cold War, and the attitude of using violent means without hesitation was frightening. The incident happened under the surveillance of the CIA, but this was not the worst - and worse, the incident ended up not even a decent news page, just like Congress, the CIA, and the National Security Agency suddenly gave up this great opportunity. Anyone could smell the opportunity in this incident and make a big fuss about topics such as human rights issues, terror politics, rule of law democracy, etc., and make full use of the value generated by the deaths of those people.

McAuf Holmes was afraid of the ability to completely erase such a massacre, rather than sending a killer to kill everyone in half an hour. This is something any special war team can do. The bad news is more than this. After that, some think tank consultants who contacted the families of Bulgarian MPs were in trouble. Who would have thought that a wealthy residential area with full security would break into a group of black thugs in the middle of the night? Why did these thugs show the psychological qualities that only agents have after being arrested? These are all mysteries. What he saw was the rise of a "Leviathan" and the emperor of the Balkans was eliminating all interference forces as quickly as possible, just like the Cheka in the former Soviet Union, but it was even more violent and decisive than Cheka. He completely eliminated the violent protests in Bulgarian in just a few days.

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!