Chapter 110: London I Have to Go

(Restore around two o'clock)

"Get rid of it. Why don't you just ask a detective for this kind of thing? Why are you asking me? Sherlock is not the best at this. You brothers can definitely solve the mystery of the Prime Minister's death by working together. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Ron said nonchalantly that he didn't care about the life or death of the British Prime Minister. This was something that those in the White House should be concerned about. What's more, this call came from Mycroft, who was always known as a conspirator.

When dealing with this kind of people, it doesn't matter when they are betrayed. Ron has always been able to have less contact with them.Just have less contact.

"No, I will arrange for people to investigate the Prime Minister's case, but what is more important now is not the case, but the murderer's follow-up actions. My intelligence department has received information that this is probably done by terrorists in Syria. The purpose It was in retaliation for British military operations there."

"Haha, God is so reincarnated, who will God spare? I don't think it's a loss at all~ Think about it, so many people died in Syria, and you just lost a prime minister, and he was still a puppet of you bosses behind the scenes." Ron continued to taunt.

Mycroft, who is far away in London, has black lines on his head: "Don't forget, Syria is a war started by you, the United States, and we, the United Kingdom, are just part of the coalition!"

"Ah this..." Ron was embarrassed for a moment. He kept talking and almost forgot that he was now a mole in the American camp: "Okay, so what if we have a share? What they are looking for is You, not us, I remember what the national policy of the United Kingdom was in the past? Balance of power on the mainland, right? I think it would be good for us in the United States to watch from the other side and watch your excitement."

"But according to our intelligence, this group of people is not just targeting the British Prime Minister."

"They don't even pay attention to the Prime Minister of Great Britain? Then who else can their target be? It can't be our Commander-in-Chief of the United States, right?" Ron joked in an exaggerated tone.

"Yes, according to the intelligence we have, his targets are likely to be leaders of other coalition countries, including the President of the United States." Mycroft said deeply: "Immediately, as the news was announced, countries came to attend the funeral All high-end politicians will become their targets, including your President of the United States. I would like to invite you to join the temporary security team.

As far as I know, among all the agents, you are an expert in raids. Even real terrorists are not as destructive as you. No one knows the methods of those guys better than you. If you take action, this funeral will be foolproof. . "

"What do you mean, real terrorists are not as destructive as me?" A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Ron's forehead. Was he juxtaposing himself with a terrorist?

As expected, the Holmes family members are still as speechless as ever.

"Sorry, my wording may make you a little uncomfortable, but please believe that my appreciation for you is definitely from the bottom of my heart."

"Forget it, you can discuss this kind of thing with the Secret Service. This is their responsibility. They didn't give me another salary." Ron shook his head and hung up the phone without waiting for Mycroft to say anything else. .

To be honest, he felt that what happened to the British Prime Minister was completely deserved. If the United States was also attacked in this way, it would certainly deserve it.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can Syria be justified?

Of course, if this kind of politically incorrect thing is said, the most Ron can do is think about it by himself. He would only say nonsense to others if he is crazy.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be rescheduled? I have something that needs to be dealt with." Ron returned to the living room and said apologetically.

"Of course it's no problem. Halloween won't be long. We can put your housewarming party together with the Halloween party."

London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, he still sat at his desk without saying a word until the phone hung up for a long time.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him was in trouble. He had been waiting nervously for a long time.

(Restore around two o'clock)

"Get rid of it. Why don't you just ask a detective for this kind of thing? Why are you asking me? Sherlock is not the best at this. You brothers can definitely solve the mystery of the Prime Minister's death by working together. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Ron said nonchalantly that he didn't care about the life or death of the British Prime Minister. This was something that those in the White House should be concerned about. What's more, this call came from Mycroft, who was always known as a conspirator.

When dealing with this kind of people, it doesn't matter when they are betrayed. Ron has always been able to have as little contact as possible.

"No, I will arrange for people to investigate the Prime Minister's case, but what is more important now is not the case, but the murderer's follow-up actions. My intelligence department has received information that this is probably done by terrorists in Syria. The purpose It was in retaliation for British military operations there."

"Haha, God is so reincarnated, who will God spare? I don't think it's a loss at all~ Think about it, so many people died in Syria, and you just lost a prime minister, and he was still a puppet of you bosses behind the scenes." Ron continued to taunt.

Mycroft, who is far away in London, has black lines on his head: "Don't forget, Syria is a war started by you, the United States, and we, the United Kingdom, are just part of the coalition!"

"Ah this..." Ron was embarrassed for a moment. He kept talking and almost forgot that he was now a mole in the American camp: "Okay, so what if we have a share? What they are looking for is You, not us, I remember what the national policy of the United Kingdom was in the past? Balance of power on the mainland, right? I think it would be good for us in the United States to watch from the other side and watch your excitement."

"But according to our intelligence, this group of people is not just targeting the British Prime Minister."

"They don't even pay attention to the Prime Minister of Great Britain? Then who else can their target be? It can't be our Commander-in-Chief of the United States, right?" Ron joked in an exaggerated tone.

"Yes, according to the intelligence we have, his targets are likely to be leaders of other coalition countries, including the President of the United States." Mycroft said deeply: "Immediately, as the news was announced, countries came to attend the funeral high-end governmentPolitical figures will become their targets, including your President of the United States. I would like to invite you to join the temporary security team.

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As far as I know, among all the agents, you are an expert in raids. Even real terrorists are not as destructive as you. No one knows the methods of those guys better than you. If you take action, this funeral will be foolproof. . "

"What do you mean, real terrorists are not as destructive as me?" A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Ron's forehead. Was he juxtaposing himself with a terrorist?

As expected, the Holmes family members are still as speechless as ever.

"Sorry, my wording may make you a little uncomfortable, but please believe that my appreciation for you is definitely from the bottom of my heart."

"Forget it, you can discuss this kind of thing with the Secret Service. This is their responsibility. They didn't give me another salary." Ron shook his head and hung up the phone without waiting for Mycroft to say anything else. .

To be honest, he felt that what happened to the British Prime Minister was completely deserved. If the United States was also attacked in this way, it would certainly deserve it.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can Syria be justified?

Of course, if this kind of politically incorrect thing is said, the most Ron can do is think about it by himself. He would only say nonsense to others if he is crazy.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be rescheduled? I have something that needs to be dealt with." Ron returned to the living room and said apologetically.

"Of course it's no problem. Halloween won't be long. We can put your housewarming party together with the Halloween party."

London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, he still sat at his desk without saying a word until the phone hung up for a long time.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him was in trouble. He had been waiting nervously for a long time. (Restore around two o'clock)

"Get rid of it. Why don't you just ask a detective for this kind of thing? Why are you asking me? Sherlock is not the best at this. You brothers can definitely solve the mystery of the Prime Minister's death by working together. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Ron said nonchalantly that he didn't care about the life or death of the British Prime Minister. This was something that those in the White House should be concerned about. What's more, this call came from Mycroft, who was always known as a conspirator.

When dealing with this kind of people, it doesn't matter when they are betrayed. Ron has always been able to have as little contact as possible.

"No, I will arrange for people to investigate the Prime Minister's case, but what is more important now is not the case, but the murderer's follow-up actions. My intelligence department has received information that this is probably done by terrorists in Syria. The purpose It was in retaliation for British military operations there."

"Haha, God is so reincarnated, who will God spare? I don't think it's a loss at all~ Think about it, so many people died in Syria, and you just lost a prime minister, and he was still a puppet of you bosses behind the scenes." Ron continued to taunt.

Mycroft, who is far away in London, has black lines on his head: "Don't forget, Syria is a war started by you, the United States, and we, the United Kingdom, are just part of the coalition!"

"Ah this..." Ron was embarrassed for a moment. He kept talking and almost forgot that he was now a mole in the American camp: "Okay, so what if we have a share? What they are looking for is You, not us, I remember what the national policy of the United Kingdom was in the past? Balance of power on the mainland, right? I think it would be good for us in the United States to watch from the other side and watch your excitement."

"But according to our intelligence, this group of people is not just targeting the British Prime Minister."

"They don't even pay attention to the Prime Minister of Great Britain? Then who else can their target be? It can't be our Commander-in-Chief of the United States, right?" Ron joked in an exaggerated tone.

"Yes, according to the intelligence we have, his targets are likely to be leaders of other coalition countries, including the President of the United States." Mycroft said deeply: "Immediately, as the news was announced, countries came to attend the funeral All high-end politicians will become their targets, including your President of the United States. I would like to invite you to join the temporary security team.

As far as I know, among all the agents, you are an expert in raids. Even real terrorists are not as destructive as you. No one knows the methods of those guys better than you. If you take action, this funeral will be foolproof. . "

"What do you mean, real terrorists are not as destructive as me?" A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Ron's forehead. Was he juxtaposing himself with a terrorist?

As expected, the Holmes family members are still as speechless as ever.

"Sorry, my wording may make you a little uncomfortable, but please believe that my appreciation for you is definitely from the bottom of my heart."

"Forget it, you can discuss this kind of thing with the Secret Service. This is their responsibility. They didn't give me another salary." Ron shook his head and hung up the phone without waiting for Mycroft to say anything else. .

To be honest, he felt that what happened to the British Prime Minister was completely deserved. If the United States was also attacked in this way, it would certainly deserve it.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can anyone in Syria make sense?

Of course, if this kind of politically incorrect thing is said, the most Ron can do is think about it by himself. He would only say nonsense to others if he is crazy.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be rescheduled? I have something that needs to be dealt with." Ron returned to the living room and said apologetically.

"Of course it's no problem, it's just not too much.Soon, it's Halloween, and we can put your housewarming party together with your Halloween party. "

London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, he still sat at his desk without saying a word until the phone hung up for a long time.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him was in trouble. He had been waiting nervously for a long time.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can Syria be justified?

Of course, if this kind of politically incorrect thing is said, the most Ron can do is think about it by himself. He would only say nonsense to others if he is crazy.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be rescheduled? I have something that needs to be dealt with." Ron returned to the living room and said apologetically.

"Of course it's no problem. Halloween won't be long. We can put your housewarming party together with the Halloween party."

London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, he still sat at his desk without saying a word until the phone hung up for a long time.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him was in trouble. He had been waiting nervously for a long time. The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can Syria be justified?