Chapter 118 A Letter From a Stranger (Part 1)

Chapter 119 A Letter from a Stranger (Part 1)

It was a scorching afternoon, and everything was burned white by the sun.

The water vapor is steaming, swept by the weak sea breeze, and blown towards Avalon, adding a third of suffocating heat to the city.

In the hot wind that makes people sweat, the whole city seems to be exuding a burnt smell.

In the upper city, in an exquisite villa, the study room was filled with air-conditioning. A steady stream of cool breeze blows in from the pipes, allowing people to enjoy comfortably even in such hot summer.

Behind the desk, a slightly older man wearing a monocle was concentrating on cleaning his favorite pipe. In the silence, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

He frowned, raised his head and looked outside the door, and saw the old housekeeper pushing the door open in a panic.

The man was sweating profusely and looked panicked. He looked at his master in horror, but was speechless.

It looked like he had run all the way from the gate, panting, and this old bone seemed to be running for his life, looking completely lost and confused, and holding a crumpled envelope in his hand.

"Spencer, Mr. Spencer."

He walked forward quickly and put the opened envelope in his hand on the table: "I just got the letter... take a look at this."

"Whose family is it from? Didn't you just reply to the insignificant letter for me?"

Spencer frowned, opened the folded letter paper, and looked at the contents, which seemed insignificant.

It looked like a letter from a junior, greeting me about my body, thanking me for taking care of me, and feeling lucky for the advice I gave at someone's wedding last month...

last month?

He was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart: "Did I attend any weddings on the 7th of last month?"

"No, sir."

Karen, who knew Spencer's schedule, shook his head stiffly: "The seventh of last month... was the day those people came to pick up the goods."

"Those people? Picking up the goods?"

Spencer was stunned and froze.

He lowered his head to look at the letter again, only to see what seemed to be an ordinary sentence. Every line seemed to hint at a transaction that no one should have known about.

Quantity of goods, departure time, distribution channels...

The cargo of that ship that should have been unknown to anyone, the smuggled arms that should have been hidden in the dark, and the secrets that should have been kept rotten in the stomach, were written in the letter with full knowledge!

Six hundred sets of heavy armor, seventy of the latest Watcher crossbows, and most importantly... five sets of Archangel armor, a battlefield killing machine developed by the Royal Research Institute.

They should have been quietly smuggled into the dark world and become a secret that no one knows. It should have been, it should have been...

It was fucking supposed to be!

But now it was all exposed by one person, and that person left his name at the end of the letter so arrogantly and mockingly.

——Sherlock Holmes!

At the end of the letter, the person who left the handwriting said this.

After reading the last line, Spencer's face turned pale and solidified.

"Those goods were...discovered, sir." Butler Karen's voice was hoarse.

"impossible!"

Spencer was furious at first, but looking at the old butler's panicked eyes, he didn't know where to direct this full of anger!

"Fuck, fuck..."

He gritted his teeth, crumpled the entire letter into waste paper, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it angrily. Until he finally calmed down, he turned around and asked:

"Where is the person who brought the letter?"

"It was a little beggar who threw it into the mailbox. We had no time to catch it and ran away." The old housekeeper wiped his sweat: "Master, do we need to..."

"calm!"

Spencer gritted his teeth: "It's not that bad yet, it can still be covered up."

He suppressed the trembling in his heart and said to himself, as if to comfort himself: "No one will know if it can still be covered up, no one..."

"Master, master!"

The servant knocked on the door, and after pushing it open, he found the solid atmosphere in the room, and the gloomy looks of two people looking at him.

"what's up?"

Spencer's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Didn't I say you are not allowed to disturb me in the study?"

"Here, here are two guests, they want to see you."

"Don't you see I'm busy?!"

Spencer was furious and smashed the pipe at his feet, completely forgetting that it was his most beloved treasure. He roared, venting the panic in his heart:

"Tell them to get lost! I don't see anyone! Do you understand?!"

"He, they said..."

The servant swallowed: "They said they are the fifth department and want to consult you on something."

Spencer was stunned, and the old housekeeper Karen turned back stiffly, his eyes distracted:

"The military's...fifth department?"

The servant nodded.

Karen staggered and fell to the ground, almost stopping breathing.

This old butler, who had always been proud of his grace, could no longer maintain his original heroic posture. He showed his age, resembling an epileptic patient who couldn't take care of himself.

He looked back at Spencer, his eyes full of despair:

"master……"

The Fifth Sector, the Hound Sector, the Mad Dog Den, the Executioner's House, the Crematorium, and the Nightmare Sector...these are its nicknames.

As we all know, the military has only four departments, and there is no fifth one. But the fifth one does exist. They were secretly established after the Dragoon Corps was abolished, and are responsible for surveillance, intelligence, assassination, and handling all problems that cannot be exposed.

They do not belong to any sequence. These guys are wild dogs who are only loyal to the royal family. The person in charge is Maxwell, an old man who has experienced three dynasties and a madman who makes people hate him.

Under the leadership of this old man, they almost became the nightmare of the entire Anglo. Everyone knows that this group of executioners will come to the door for no reason...

"Master, Master... Let's go, Master."

The servant called the dazed Spencer in a panic, reaching out to pat his shoulder, but Spencer screamed, slapped his hand away, staggered back, and almost leaned against the wall.

"I won't leave!"

He looked terrified, curled up in a corner, screaming like crazy: "I won't go anywhere! The Rossi family is a meritorious family of the kingdom, they can't do this to me!"

"Master, they left." The servant lowered his head and reported again: "They left."

Spencer was stunned, as if in disbelief: "Gone?"

"Yes, gone."

The servant nodded: "They said you didn't look very convenient. They left an invitation letter, saying that you are welcome to come to their house at any time, or they will come to pick you up."

Spencer sat in his chair in confusion, looking out the window dully.

Under the scorching sun outside the window, two men in black got on the carriage and left silently. They left, did these mad dogs really leave?

After a long time, Spencer finally reacted and raised his head and ordered:

"Get out! All of you get out! I want to be alone..."

The servant helped the limp Karen out, and Spencer was alone in the quiet study, activated the secret door, and walked into the small secret room.

He sat on a chair in the secret room, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into a bird of prey.

A vulture soaring in the sky.

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When he rushed to the top floor of the bell tower, the secret meeting room, everything was in chaos.

The angry and panicked birds of prey were arguing and screaming.

The vulture folded his wings and landed in the middle, and found that everyone who came here today was very familiar... They were all "companions" who had worked with him.

The steady and mature "pelicans" were maintaining order.

"Everyone calm down, don't make a noise!"

"Pelican! Do you really understand our current situation?" The magpie screamed: "What's the matter with that letter?"

The vulture was stunned. He was not the only one who received the letter.

He turned around and found that fourteen families had received the letter of unknown origin, and six of them had secret police visiting them.

"Where is Qing Falcon?" The vulture asked in a low voice.

"He was taken away."

The owl descended from the sky and said in a cold voice: "I just received the news a few minutes ago."

The birds were in a dead silence, their eyes panicked.

"Everyone, calm down."

In contrast, the pelican was much calmer: "It is obvious that our relationship with the Rat Society has been discovered. The records of smuggling have been completely exposed.

It is now irreversible. We need to clean up the mess, clean up the mess, understand?"

"Who is that guy called Holmes?" The owl gritted his teeth angrily: "I will make sure that bastard is killed to pieces!

Where is the robin? Isn't he responsible for the affairs of the downtown area?"

"Please be patient, my friend, I am here."

A blue robin fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the crowd, saying lightly: "The people below are tracking down clues."

"Damn it, it's always checking, checking!"

The vulture was furious: "Those rubbish can't find anything!"

The pelican also nodded: "Most of the people willing to work for us in the downtown area are the Rat Society. Can the Rat Society still be trusted now? We must let Sam give us an explanation!"

"Sam has disappeared. He knows we are looking for him, and he will definitely hide."

The robin said a worse news: "Perhaps, he has fallen into the trap called The "Pelicans," The Pelicans hesitated, saying, "I can go to the musician of the revelation department, and I can find some clues from the letter." Find his identity. Moreover, even people in the police office do not need to find it. You can see that the blind man can see that the nobles are definitely ... Either a copy of the noble family.