Chapter 17 The British Government from Heaven

  She stood at a curved path where a small alley led to the main road, next to a street flower arrangement made of shrub branches that happened to block the car window from the side.

  Although it is a secluded place, there are still people coming and going from time to time.

  But they seemed indifferent to everything that happened at the entrance of the alley, as if they hadn't seen it at all, while a blatant and fearless hijacking was taking place here.

  She even saw a woman in a pink half-skirt walking by her side while talking on the phone, completely calm and unruffled.

  The old man in the distance just glanced at her faintly and turned his head to continue chatting and laughing with his partner.

  She didn't hesitate for half a second and quickly reacted.

  Abruptly threw down the small Madeleine cake box in his hand, very frustrated, slowly raised his hand.

  Life and coolness, which one is more important?

  Ludwig said, save his own life, let others go crazy and cool.

  "Smart girl, don't turn around now, keep walking forward, there's a black Porsche coming up on your left."

  Ludwig felt the gun still pressed against her back.

  The speaker's voice was very soft and melodious, as if he wasn't speaking but humming a gentle opera.

  Ludwig obediently raised her hands and walked towards the black Porsche parked in front of her on the left.

  But after taking two steps, she seemed to have remembered something and softly exclaimed "Ah".

  Then she seemed to hesitate, engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and finally one side gained the upper hand, so she stopped, tentatively, and took half a step back.

  The person behind her didn't make a move or utter a sound to stop her, on the contrary, the newcomer watched with great interest as she made irrational movements, like a cat teasing an old mouse.

  She felt her movement was permitted, so she moved back a little bit more slowly.

  But it's a bit bigger than the last step.

  She took a few tentative steps back and forth, like a mouse testing a cat.

  Just as people on the bus were wondering what she was going to do.

  She slowly, slowly crouched down, one hand still raised above her head in submission.

  And with the other hand, it swiftly stretched out like a rabbit escaping, and with a speed that was faster than lightning covering one's ears, it picked up the small Madeleine cake bag on the ground, tightly wrapped it around its arm, and hid it in its bosom.

  You know, Madeleine cake is so high-end and elegant.

  She is the French dessert writer of "In Search of Lost Time" Mr. Proust's first recommendation!

  As a die-hard fan of Proust, I absolutely cannot agree with casually throwing Madeleines on the ground!

  In the UK, where dark cuisine has been No. 1 from ancient times to the present, wasting delicious food is absolutely unacceptable.

  But most importantly - dear, do you know how expensive rum is nowadays?

  Do you know how expensive this rum cake is?

  "My heroine can't be so petty and narrow-minded"

  "...This was the shiny black striped western suit and leather shoes of the person who had just arrived on the train."

  "...This is the stern and majestic entourage of the shiny black striped western suit leather shoes on the car."

  Then they saw that they had spent a whole two weeks, increased their workload by almost double, and broke through many deadly obstacles to get close to the woman, like a rabbit that had just crawled out of its hole, carefully protecting her cake as if it were her life.

  She obediently and quietly, without any resistance... got into the car they had prepared for her.

  ……

  “……”

  The two men in black suits were probably feeling like this at this moment——

  The past two weeks were so tense in preparation, trembling with fear as if facing a great enemy, but it was all just a joke...

  Brother feels like he's totally defeated by a cake, what to do!

  I never want to deal with foodies again!

  See you soon!

  And on both sides of the roof, the snipers with tense muscles were relatively calm, they just silently put away their guns and lit a candle for their own heads...

  Just after Ludwig got on the bus, the street was closed for ten minutes and the electronic eye lit up again.

  The traffic police who had disappeared suddenly appeared out of nowhere, returned to their post, and casually adjusted their sleeve cuff, covering the hidden tranquilizer gun on the button.

  Not far away, the old couple walking their dog exchanged a smile, like a pair of genuine golden wedding elders, intimately holding hands, and following the instructions from the invisible receiver, they turned into another small alley.

  That was a sound wave translator that conveyed information through bone conduction hidden in their snowy white hair, close to the scalp.

  The pink girl who just passed by, with black Gothic long fingernails inlaid with rivets, gently tapped on the phone screen.

  She smiled and said into the other end of the phone:

  "What? What did Paul say?... Oh no, he's already gotten on the bus and left."

  ……

  On the other side, two cars started their engines and whizzed past her, disappearing at the end of the road.

  The band on the square, the female lead singer is singing an old American folk song.

  Guitar, bass, accordion. A husky jazz female voice gently swept over every green or yellow leaf---

  "...if I could keep time in a bottle..."

  The first thing I want to do is

  It's just keeping everything.

  Until eternity fades away...

  As soon as Ludwig got on the car, his eyes were covered.

  But what surprised her was that it wasn't a smelly sock or cloth covering her eyes, but an eye mask emitting a fragrant scent.

  I'm speechless... Which normal triad would think of giving a face mask incense?

  At first, Ludwig tried to remember the route, but given her complete unfamiliarity with London and the driver's obvious attempts to speed up and slow down, even veering off course on straight roads to confuse her judgment.

  So, three minutes later, Ludwig completely lost his sense of direction.

  Actually I'm just a directionally challenged person... Mr. Driver, you don't have to work so hard...

  She is not nervous, not afraid, and not even anxious.

  On the contrary, her mouth corners were slightly raised, curious about where this car would take her.

  She is not afraid at all.

  Because she was already dead in her previous life.

  And in this world, she died and was reborn.

  The car finally stopped in front of an underground garage door after a series of twists and turns.

  As for Ludwig being blindfolded, how did he know it was a basement?

  The humid air was blowing faster and colder than when she stood on the street before.

  The fine and slightly sticky texture under the shoes is the accumulated corpses and excrement of decomposing microorganisms.

  More importantly, she heard the sound of water flowing from a distant sewer.

  If she were by a river, she would be unable to hear the sound of the water flowing at such a faint and empty echo.

  Ludwig was politely asked to get off the car, after waiting for a while, a well-built man in a suit walked over and gave her a handsome prince-like hug.

  Princess hug?

  ……

  This is princess carry ah ah ah!

  Suddenly feeling so excited and shy, what to do!

  Ludwig had his eyes covered, and his senses were more acute, with one hand on the back of the man in the suit, feeling the undulating sensual curve...

  She just wants to say, if you're going to kidnap someone again next time, brother, take me with you!

  The man in a suit carried her and walked along the winding road, finally putting her down.

  Ludwig: Huh? Is it over already?!

  His fingers deftly untied the black cloth from her eyes. Ludwig closed his eyes for a moment to adapt, then slowly opened them.

  This is a very luxurious room.

  Hmmm... it's a room, and apart from being luxurious, she really can't think of any other adjectives to describe it.

  Every corner is intricately carved and every candle holder's floral pattern is carefully matched.

  Above the fireplace hung a huge portrait, with the queen wearing a pearl crown solemnly stretching out her hand with white gloves and rings to accept a kiss from a plum blossom deer.

  Strictly realistic painting style, with characters' expressions being quite inexplicable, giving off a strong Romanesque fresco vibe.

  Ludwig: ……Damn it's so beautiful, it can't be Victoria!

  Would Queen Elizabeth have been able to catch Robert the Bruce if she had been a bit slower at first?

  Who is this painter? The eyes are quite long and slanted!

  ……

  Alright, our heroine has missed the point again...

  Our focus is now standing in the center of this magnificent hall, standing in front of a huge mural, with his back to Ludwig.

  Ludwig could only guess from his back that if he could be a little thinner, his hand feeling should also be comparable to the suit man who had just hugged her.

  So shy, covering face~

  "Good evening, Miss Ludwig."

  He crossed his hands in front of him, a hint of a reserved yet charming smile on his face, and turned around.

  Ludwig: Damn it! This guy looks like Mr. Holmes!

  The man's five senses can still be seen to have a very delicate foundation, but due to being slightly overweight, this beauty is covered in dust.

  But for men, appearance is actually the least important thing. As long as he stands there with a slightly lowered corner of his mouth, you will be terrified.

  He bowed slightly, his eyes still dull with sleep.

  Then he sat down, like a true king, proudly and elegantly, as if it was the most natural thing to do, in the center of the huge sofa before his guests had even taken their seats.

  Ludwig: Damn it! This person's mannerisms are also similar to Mr. Holmes'!

  Listening to him speak was just like listening to the voice that Ludwig had been held captive by, a melodious and classical opera-like voice with ups and downs.

  As he turned his body towards the sofa, Ludwig saw that he was holding a black umbrella in his hand.

  "Oh, have you noticed this umbrella?" He opened his hands and showed Ludwig the umbrella in his hand.

  "You don't have to feel cheated."

  His soft tone slid out of his throat like silk.

  "I guarantee you, Miss Ludwig, that there isn't a gun in all of Britain capable of matching the power of this umbrella I hold."

  No wonder those pedestrians on the main road were completely unaware of the public kidnapping.

  Because what was pressed against her was a handgun disguised as an umbrella.

  That's too much! How can you treat a handgun like this?!

  Ludwig walked over to him and sat down casually in front of him.

  She leaned back against the soft sofa like McRoft, crossing her legs.

  Pink, and mottled with neglect, the toenails clashed with the decor of the entire room.

  Our heroine unashamedly exposed her legs under the light, smiling and saying:

  "Ah, so you are Mr. Holmes' brother, Mr. Holmes?"