Chapter 116: Aftermath

(Restore around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here because you want to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. You can just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then at the speed of lightSwitching back to the calm smile just now: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me, but so what? They were all necessary measures I used to save the President of the United States. Who asked a certain person to do it? Why are the agencies that should ensure the president's safety missing at critical moments?"

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance (recovered around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here because you want to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. You can just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me. Yes, but so what? Those were all necessary measures that I used to save the President of the United States. Who allowed some institutions that should ensure the safety of the President not to be found at critical moments?"

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance (recovered around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"Do you deliberately keep me here because you want to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. You can just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me. Yes, but so what? Those were all necessary measures that I used to save the President of the United States. Who allowed some institutions that should ensure the safety of the President not to be found at critical moments?"

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance (recovered around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. Just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Your behavior will definitely be commended by our British government in the future, but nowWe want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold." Mycroft looked at the long form in his hand and felt a little headache: "In the vault of the Bank of London Where did the gold go? All the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me. Yes, but so what? Those were all necessary measures that I used to save the President of the United States. Who allowed some institutions that should ensure the safety of the President not to be found at critical moments?"

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance (recovered around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. Just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me. Yes, but so what? Those were all necessary measures that I used to save the President of the United States. Who allowed some institutions that should ensure the safety of the President not to be found at critical moments?"

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance (recovered around two o'clock)

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here because you want to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. You can just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FxxK, I didn't expect that Lucky Cat turned out to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these crimes were all done by me. Yes, but so what? Those are all necessary measures that I used to save the President of the United States. Who said that certain people should ensure thatWhat if the presidential security agency is missing at a critical moment? "

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side Performance