Chapter 106 Arrested

When the bowl of mushroom soup with a rich milky aroma poured down from the top of his head, the thick soup was still boiling hot, but Watson was overjoyed - it's finally here!

The soup flowed down his hair and across his face. He even licked the soup that flowed to the corner of his mouth when Krovit wasn't paying attention... Well, it tasted good. It seems that the chef is at work again today.

Then he stood up angrily, staring at the blond boy with a gloating face with red eyes... Well done, kid! But don't blame me for being too rough next time!

He restrained his strength and swung his cane violently, hitting the opponent's chin.

The blond boy just bent his arms and raised them to block his face. The strong and bulging arm muscles made his slim suit bulge, and he easily blocked the blow, and even his body was still as stable as a rock, without a trace of shaking.

Even though Watson had restrained his strength and only used the level he had when he first returned to the Fog City, he was able to block this attack so easily... This young man's physical fitness is definitely far better than that of ordinary people, and he can be compared to the combat unit operators who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Blade Master William at that time!

But according to Charlotte, this person was originally just a logistics staff temporarily assigned to her, and he didn't even have a specific name. He just moved between various positions in the Anti-Suppression Bureau with the code name X211. Later, because the female detective thought he was still useful, she applied to the bureau to be an exclusive assistant.

But such excellent combat reaction and physical fitness are not what a mere logistics operator can have - Watson once witnessed the scene of the encirclement and suppression of William from a high position, and he knew what an ordinary logistics operator of the Anti-Suppression Bureau should look like... He was just a mortal who had received a little physical and combat training, and his main task was to transport items, clean up the battlefield and do various miscellaneous tasks.

The personal ability of this so-called mobile logistics operator in front of him obviously exceeds this range... Is he a bodyguard specially sent to Charlotte by the Anti-Suppression Bureau? Because of her identity as the Duke of Holmes?

X211, who is now aliased as Albert, does not have so much time to think about it. He only feels that the opponent's attack is indeed quite heavy. It is hard to imagine that this is an attack from a person with inconvenient legs and feet. The intensity is almost comparable to the daily sparring with the combat instructor... But it is precisely because of this that he is particularly adept at blocking this familiar attack.

Although Albert does not understand why Miss Charlotte asked him to come over to provoke, since the dispute has started, he must fight beautifully and not let Miss Charlotte down.

He swung his right arm to block the thick cane, and then stabbed out with a sword-like fist, attacking the opponent's chin directly, and he must knock the opponent unconscious in an instant.

However, the disabled retired officer on the opposite side was also very responsive and had rich experience in fighting enemies. Facing his swift jab, he just turned his head slightly and dodged it easily. He even took advantage of the opportunity to turn sideways and held his cane in reverse to fight back. He hit Albert's ribs hard with a heavy stick. The heavy stick almost made him breathless... but it was just almost.

Albert had received training to resist blows, so this minor injury was nothing to him. As long as it was not a serious injury that affected his limbs, he could continue to fight with strong willpower.

However, the next few rounds made him feel that this disabled officer was really difficult to deal with. He had to be very alert and treat it seriously... so as not to lose.

Three fingers poking eyes, jaw hitting, palm knife hitting throat, punching diaphragm, Albert even tried to attack the opponent's disabled left leg in a despicable way... But these attacks seemed to be seen through by the opponent. The cane as thick as the wrist would always be set up in advance on his attack route as if it were a prophet.

Albert felt a heavy sense of oppression. He only felt that he was now sparring with a battle-hardened combat instructor. All the attack methods and punch points were guessed clearly. No matter how he struggled or fought back, it was useless... He had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

The more he fought, the more anxious and irritated he became. Although the opponent seemed to be dodging and defending blindly, and staggering backwards, it seemed that he would be knocked to the ground by his violent attack in the next second... He believed that the result would be the same in the eyes of others.

But only Albert knew it well. He felt very frustrated in this fight. He felt like a child playing with an adult. The other party was giving in to him and leaving him a little mercy... He could feel that the other party was holding back from beginning to end, restraining himself from knocking him down quickly.

Am I really so incompetent? ! But why did the instructor say that my close combat skills are fully capable of being a master? As long as I don't encounter those monsters with taboo knowledge, I can be regarded as the first echelon among the young generation... Is the instructor actually lying to me?

Albert thought so, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the shiny silver knife on the table next to him. The mirror-like blade reflected his sweaty expression... He knew that if he didn't use bloody and murderous tricks, he might be defeated.

So he made a false move and missed a punch, and received another solid heavy stick on his shoulder. He used the force of his retreat to fall back and hit the table, which shocked a petite and cute lady to snicker. The sound was clearer than a bird, more mellow than an opera, and more intoxicating than red wine... It made him feel as dizzy as sipping a bottle of ice-cold whiskey.

This is... secretly transmitted magic power? ! Is this lovely lady a Tantric cultist? !

Albert looked back in astonishment, staring at the smiling girl with disbelief. Then he heard the whistling sound of wind coming from the back of his head... It was too late. He had to remind Miss Charlotte that there was an evil secret here. Believers.

He looked at the female detective who was still sitting in the corner drinking wine, and opened his mouth to shout for help, "Charlot——"

Before he could even finish his words, a heavy stick hit him on the back of the head. The precise and precise force hit him until he was dizzy. The second before his vision completely dimmed, he still felt deep in his heart. Shouting loudly, "Miss Te, go quickly!"

When the new detective assistant collapsed to the ground under the heavy blow of the previous detective assistant, Inspector Grayson, who arrived at the request of the female detective, happened to walk into the Holborn restaurant.

He looked at the brutal thug holding his cane high, and at the victim who fell to the ground. Even though both of them were familiar faces, his right palm was already resting on the gun at his waist.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

Facing the dark gun hole, the disabled officer had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.