Chapter 359 Carrot and Stick

John Watson looked at the elderly gentleman in front of him who had white hair and beard but was still energetic.

Based on the re-employment classified tailoring subject knowledge books in the library, he could tell at a glance that the suit jacket the other party was wearing was a classic Savile Row style.

The natural shoulder pads invented by the Duke of Windsor make the old gentleman's figure look much taller. The well-tailored suit is only slightly wider at the bust, so that the wearer will not feel uncomfortable due to being too slim. It brings out the broad-mindedness of the wearer.

"It looks very similar to the styles of several classic works from Henry Poole's shop in the book. Being able to order clothes in that tailor shop... this is obviously an old gentleman of distinguished status." John Watson judged.

At the same time, he also felt an extremely oppressive force coming from the opponent's palm. Although it had not reached the level of directly crushing bones, it was designated that it could easily crush a piece of rotten wood - with such a holding strength This is definitely not the etiquette that should be expected of someone meeting for the first time. It is obvious that this old gentleman who has never met him is trying to give John Watson a blow.

But John Watson still has a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face - his body has gone through hell-like training in the two years since he lost his memory, and is as strong as steel that has been tempered thousands of times, both in terms of explosive power and resistance to blows. They were all frighteningly strong, almost comparable to those insane lunatics from the past few days.

He remained calm, just exerting his strength silently, and the muscles in his arms hidden under the thick sleeves were already bulging.

The huge force that was enough to twist the steel bars into deformation violently collided in the hands of the two people, and George who was watching seemed to be able to hear the extremely slight and crisp cracking of the bones.

He hurriedly came forward to break up the fight, "John, you are finally here. This person is Mr. Chalamet, our deputy dean."

"Mr. Vice President, this is the John Watson you want to meet. During the patient rebellion a few days ago, it was John who single-handedly saved all the surviving personnel in Area 1 of our building. So that we don’t suffer too much damage.”

"It turns out to be Dear Mr. Chalamet, hello. It's a great honor to meet you. I didn't expect that Mr. Chalamet only looks a little older, but his physique is still quite strong." John Watson followed the words. He responded, but the strength exerted in his hands did not relax at all.

"Of course! Although I am getting older, I have never forgotten my former identity, but I am always ready to return to the battlefield and serve the country again!" Chalamet responded with a smile, "It's Captain Watson. You are still as stubborn as before, with the same smile on your face but trying your best to kill in the dark!"

John Watson once again heard the title Captain Watson, but in fact he had only recovered his military memory and was already quite proficient in wielding swords and guns.

But his memories of military life were still limited to the contents of the documents obtained from Dr. George - he did not recognize any other identity of the old gentleman in front of him, nor could he recall whether the other party had ever had contact with him.

John Watson gritted his teeth to resist the opponent's increasingly strong grip, smiled and gritted his teeth and said: "I'm really sorry, my head was injured, and my memory of the past service period has not been fully recovered. I didn't know that Mr. Chalamet was before Have you ever met me in the army?"

"Could it be that you are still my superior in the army?"

"Hahaha, Captain Watson seems to have really lost his memory." Deputy Dean Chalamet still looked calm, as if defeating the young man in front of him in the grip tug-of-war was not a difficult task for him at all. .

He can even burst out a series of hearty atmosphere and let the breath in his lungs vent out, without affecting the strength of his hand getting heavier and heavier. "It seems that Captain Watson has forgotten the details of our meeting."

"The two of us did not meet in the military camp or on the battlefield, but in the military court... on the trial of your disobedience and beating of your boss, Charlie Chalamet, my little son who failed to live up to expectations. "

The moment Old Chalamet finished speaking, John Watson suddenly felt that the force resisting against his right palm suddenly became extremely heavy, so much so that his metacarpal bones seemed to be wailing out with a rattling scream.

Even though he tried his best to maintain his composure and smile, the veins on his forehead still bulged uncontrollably.

But before John Watson could resist further, the old gentleman opposite had already laughed and released his palm, and instead patted him hard on the shoulder twice.

"Hahaha, you boy did a really good job. I have long wanted to give that little brat a good beating. If his mother hadn't been there to stop him every time, I would have given Charlie a full set of punishments. So that he can know that his prestige is all brought to him by me... If it weren't for my fierce reputation, he would have been beaten up by other soldiers and thrown into a manure pit overnight! "

"Captain Watson, you did a great job! You did a great job! I was so happy during the trial that I wanted to rush up and shake your hand!!!"

Old Chalamet laughed and put his arm around John Watson's shoulders, dragging him to the reception area of ​​Dr. George's office to sit down. He opened the secret compartment in the bookcase with ease, took out George's collection of whiskey, and placed it in the seat. The somewhat confused young man poured a large glass full of it.

"Come on, Captain Watson, you must be almost thirsty after being here for so long. This whiskey that George has kept is much more delicious than the fermented fruit juice that helps you sleep!"

John Watson took the full glass of amber liquor handed over by the old gentleman with a wry smile, and immediately put the previous small conflict behind him. He tilted his neck and drank it in one gulp, letting the hot liquor flow into his stomach like a thread. He immediately felt that his stomach was as hot as a fire.

Old Chalemet also poured himself half a glass of wine, and then threw the bottle to George who was waiting next to him.

He sat opposite John Watson, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said in a deep voice: "Captain Watson, according to George, the rebellion in Area 1 a few days ago was quelled by you alone?"

John Watson knew that this was not the time to be modest.

The elderly and strong old gentleman opposite him gave him a faint sense of oppression.

Compared to simple questions, this conversation was more like an interrogation.

As soon as he entered the door, old Chai Lemaitre gave him a warning by shaking hands and wrestling, and now he even threw him wine as a dessert. This is simply the standard process of giving a carrot after giving a stick.