Transaction

  Paris, Balzac was dancing with a beautiful woman. In a certain Royal Air Force basement, Chekhov opened his bitter eyes, blinked his small eyes, and stared blankly at the coffee and bread in front of him. He moved his stiff neck, raised his head, and M was sitting less than three meters away from him, smiling at him. Behind M, four special agents in black suits, black ties, and black sunglasses stood with their hands behind their backs.

  "Ha, dear beautiful miss, you're kidnapping me? Oh my god, I'm Chekhov and I don't have any money for ransom. You must be mistaken. Look at me, I don't look like someone who would have a romantic relationship with you and then abandon you..."

  An agent walked up and punched Chikov hard, making him deeply understand the phrase "the one with the bigger fist is the boss". He immediately shut his stinky mouth and looked at M pitifully, muttering to himself: "I was originally playing with little girls in Japan, but now I have to face a miss and four bastards. Who did I offend? Hmph, and it's still a cold-blooded miss."

  Although M had been through many battles and seen countless scoundrels and rascals, Chekhov's impression on her was still uniquely profound. M smiled slightly: "Dear young man, I'm not a miss, perhaps you should call me Mrs., or the wife of the head of MI6. Ah, do you understand my identity? Perhaps this will help our conversation and prevent some undesirable consequences for you."

  Chekhov's eyes widened: "You're their new boss? Strange, doesn't look like it... Tsk tsk... Never mind, old lady, I'm not in the mood to play with you. I'm a free man, you've kidnapped me and are even going to secretly try me. I'll get a lawyer to talk to you. Ah, how do you plan to deal with me? Hmm? Beat me up? Electroshock? Inject me with drugs? Or seduce me like last time? Forget it, seduction is almost okay, the other methods will finish me off in less than an hour."

  Smile: "No, Mr. Chekhov, modern medicine is very advanced, you just have to endure a little pain and you won't die quickly. What I want is only your confession, as for whether you live or die after confessing, it has nothing to do with me... My predecessor was different from me, he cared about your life, but I don't care, even if you die, your companions are still alive, and I can still find clues."

  Chekhov's face changed color.

  Satisfied, he looked at his own words that caused Chekhov great psychological pressure: "Dear, do you understand now? Only a useless fool would talk to someone like you about conditions. I'm different, I like to use the most direct and effective means to get what I want. Maybe you can tell me now who is behind the sniper attack on our financial market, taking away over 300 billion in liquidity?"

  Chekhov ground his teeth and lay down on his back, muttering to himself: "Rather than being killed by you, I'm more afraid of being done in by the boss. If I'm killed by you, the boss will avenge me, but if I'm done in by the boss, then it's truly a waste of life... I'm not someone who wastes his life."

  Chekhov was also helpless, he only knew that Fattah and his gang had absconded with funds, but the amount was absolutely not as exaggerated as 300 billion. Who knows how many organizations joined in the turmoil of the British market later? Chekhov had even monitored three unusual fund flows, but he understood that M would not believe or rather did not want to believe these things. She demanded finding all the people involved, but how could Chekhov know so much? He could only keep silent.

  He shook his head and sighed: "Really too impolite, Mr. Chekhov, I think you should change places, some people will be happy to entertain you."

  Chekhov looked at her venomously, his voice icy: "Ah, you do the same in the Middle East, don't you? Hm? Using torture and abuse to get confessions? Ah, you're great, really efficient."

  He nodded slightly and stood up, his grey eyes rolling around: "Perhaps you're willing to tell me something now? Hmm? Who was the mastermind?"

  Chekhov closed his eyes: "Do as you please, but I advise you not to kill me too quickly, or you will certainly regret it, I swear, you will certainly regret it."

  "Take him over, the emergency rescue team is on standby at any moment, I want him to be alive within half a month... Oh, Chinese boy, what will you do?"

  Yi Chen stroked his jade pendant, gently closing his eyes. A thread of silver light emanated from his body, and a powerful mental energy surged out in several specific directions according to the map he had just seen. Rivers and high mountains appeared in his mind's eye, and several fighter jets entered his sensory range.

  Yi Chen struggled to keep up with these fighter jets, but suddenly everything went black in front of him, his sensory range had already reached its limit.

  Yi Chen was depressed, he had already advanced to a higher realm, but it seemed that he was still not strong enough. If he were Tian Xin Zi, with his eyes closed, his primordial spirit could travel across the entire earth in an instant. Alas, unfortunately, he didn't know how many hundreds of years it would take for him to reach that level.

  Fei Li saw Yi Chen slowly standing up and hurried over: "Boss, have you found Chekhov?"

  Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "No, my divine sense is still not strong enough. Hmm, continuing to search like this won't work either. According to Zhang, M's methods are extremely ruthless, and I'm afraid Chekhov is now enjoying a big meal. Yes, I think we need to pay a visit to M."

  Fei Li's eyes widened: "Boss, are you crazy? We're going to visit her? First, we're from the underworld and she's a paragon of virtue. Second, with her status, she won't see us."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "No, she wants to see me... I can't let Chekhov stay in her hands like this. Chekhov has followed me for so long, although he often causes trouble, but after all, we have feelings, and I am responsible for his life. And M, she will be very happy to see me... This time, I admit defeat, haha, anyway, I don't need to accompany the chips in."

  "Boss, apart from ourselves, we don't have any bargaining chips."

  Yi Chen shook his head fiercely: "Wrong, remember what Fatadio said? Their dog experts noticed that there are still several forces active in the market, we just choose a few to sell to M."

  Felicity shook her head: "But we don't have any evidence to prove it was them."

  Yi Chen smiled and walked out with her: "Don't worry, we don't need evidence, M doesn't need it either, right? Don't worry, I roughly know what to do. At worst, let's find a scapegoat. How about we sell out Wiggins? With the huge amount of illegal gains he made from manipulating horse racing, he can rot in prison for the rest of his life."

  In just fifteen minutes, Chekhov had three toenails pulled out, a small toe smashed, about two ounces of flesh torn from his buttocks and a layer of strong yellow stimulant applied to his skin.

  Chekhov let out a string of miserable wails, until finally it was impossible to tell whether he was crying out in pain or just getting too excited and couldn't help but yell. In any case, his voice shook the entire detention room, and with narrowed eyes, M thought that Chekhov seemed to be indulging in this frantic yelling.

  A half-naked soldier slowly approached Chekhov, holding a huge syringe in his hand, the thick needle shining with a cold light.

  An operative, almost gleefully, explained Chekhov's gun to me: "This syringe will first extract a small piece of your fat, then inject a special filler into it, like the kind used for breast augmentation. It will slowly infiltrate your muscle tissue, causing ten times its volume in muscle to stiffen within three short hours, then swell, rot, suppurate and finally turn yellow and ooze out. The process is quite wonderful because the nerve endings of that part of your body are also being corroded, extremely painful, I assure you, extremely painful."

  M clasped his hands together and nodded, saying: "Mr. Chekhov, aren't you going to say anything? This has just begun... Oh, and those hackers who were with you, they returned to Russia, but now they've all become idiots... Yes, their brains have been affected by some kind of strange drug, and now they're all idiots, unable to remember a thing... Look, your boss, I mean the one behind the scenes, doesn't seem to be very good to you, does he?"

  An agent's phone suddenly rang, he answered a sentence and handed it to M: "Boss, that Chinese man is looking for you, saying there's something very important to report." He had a strange smile on his face: "The lobby receptionist said... He kept saying he was a pure citizen of the British Empire, out of a gentleman's sense of honor, he came to inform us... He asked to see you."

  A loud slap on the back, taking over the phone: "Dear darling, you take good care of Mr. Yi, I'll be right back."

  She turned to Chekhov and said, "Dear, it seems that you are not in your boss's good books... It looks like my boss and I will have a mutually beneficial deal, of course, and you won't have to continue suffering."

  Chekhov burst out laughing, his beady little eyes gleaming with a venomous light like a cobra's, and M's back felt a chill run down it as he glared at Chekhov fiercely before turning on his heel and striding away, tossing over his shoulder: "Put him down, then... give him proper treatment. Sorry, Mr. Chekhov - that's my responsibility."

  In a corner of the temporary headquarters of MI6, twenty-eight special agents were carefully monitoring Yi Chen. In the corridors near the hall, there were also some armed figures flashing from time to time.

  He wore a snow-white suit, with a smile on his face, lightly playing with his jade pendant. He was alone, but for some reason, the entire Military Intelligence Division 6 had become slightly tense.

  These little agents aren't fools either. Normally, they've learned to observe and listen carefully from their leader, and the names they hear more often tend to leave a deep impression on them. Unfortunately, recently Yi Chen is exactly that person who's always mentioned by their leader. Moreover, for someone who comes to find their superior without any reason, these little agents will never be careless, let alone when the boss has agreed to meet him.

  David stealthily poked his head out from a passageway, Yī Chén slightly shook her head and glared at him, David immediately withdrew his head back.

  Yi Chen smiled and put his hand into his coat pocket, immediately twenty-eight handguns were aimed at him.

  Yi Chen slowly pulled out a cigar and said helplessly, "Gentlemen, no need to be too tense, okay? This, this gentleman, would you mind lighting it for me?" A special agent with a slightly yellowish finger hesitantly pulled out his lighter and lit Yi Chen's cigar.

  Yi Chen ignored the no-smoking sign on the wall, and it seemed that these agents hadn't noticed either. Yi Chen smiled at the agent who had just put the lighter in his pocket: "Just graduated? Huh? Ha, do you like that song? The Sound of Silence? Ha, my girlfriend loves it, she forced me to like it too."

  The agent nodded instinctively: "Yes, Oxford University..." He suddenly shut his mouth, his eyes full of confusion: "When did I graduate and what does it have to do with you?"

  M strode in with big steps, and laughed loudly: "Sir, okay, okay, don't tease these fresh birds, huh? They're not your match, you guys are too shameful, so many people watching one person? Oh God... What's that? What's that? You bunch..." M angrily pointed at a suitcase in another corner of the hall.

  The dust did not stop, a special agent hurriedly walked towards the suitcase pointed by M's hand. As soon as his hand touched the handle, the suitcase automatically popped open, and a faint stream of cyan smoke and a weak explosion sound came out.

  "Yi Chen claps his hands: 'If it's a box of plastic explosives inside, haha, are you going to change headquarters again? These terrorists are really hateful, blowing up buildings is one thing, but now they're even playing tricks on our law enforcement agencies.'"

  "Look, Yi, we're not a law enforcement agency, got it? We're not Scotland Yard."

  Yi Chen stood up, muttering: "You please, you lead the way, here you are the boss... Anyway, I think Scotland Yard is better than this place, at least their headquarters hasn't been blown up... It's all the same, it's all the same, anyway they can all catch people."

  Her hand was shaking slightly, but she suddenly burst out laughing, her expression relaxing a lot. She stretched out her hand to gesture for Yichen to follow her, then said in a low voice: "Yichen, you're not here specifically to humiliate me this time, are you? Hmm? I admit my subordinates aren't very capable, but since you're an upright citizen of the British Empire, you shouldn't tease them like that, should you?"

  Yi Chen puffed out smoke rings one after another, muttering to himself: "Yes, I'm a good citizen of the British Empire, so I want to donate 10 million US dollars."

  He looked at him with a strange expression: "Huh?"

  "Dear old grandmother, one hundred million US dollars, let me go? Alright alright, I won't cause any trouble for you, my background is clean."

  Press the elevator button: "Are you clean? Your title of nobility is not obtained through proper channels, isn't it? Not clean, you are not clean at all. A clean businessman would say one hundred million US dollars to me, the director of MI6?"

  Yi Chen reluctantly withdrew his index finger, then his middle finger secretly poked out, before putting his hand down under M's piercing gaze. He blew a smoke ring and said: "Alright, alright, my dear, are you not satisfied? But I don't have any more money. In order to gain your forgiveness, so that in the future when I'm driving I won't get my license plate confiscated, and so that when I'm sleeping I won't have to worry about being secretly photographed, I'll give one billion US dollars."

  He walked into the elevator, humming a tune: "Don't even think about it, one hundred million dollars? Not enough for our weekly expenses. Not worth it, sir, not worth it... I mean, that bastard Chekhov, not worth it, he's only worth ten bucks."

  Yi Chen followed the elevator, maliciously facing the female clerk inside and spitting out a thick smoke, muttering: "Chekhov? You are insulting people, he is a pile of garbage, but it's still worth more than a roll of toilet paper."

  The female clerk looked at Yidun in a panic, M pointed to the elevator door without courtesy, and she hurried out.

  Yi Chen revealed a lecherous expression: "Oh, her legs are very beautiful. Fortunately you're not male, otherwise I'd suspect why you'd invite such a pretty clerk."

  M almost fainted, stretched out his hand to press the elevator button, and let the elevator door close tightly. Then he didn't press the floor number, just looked at Yichun: "Alright, it's quiet here. I think we can discuss some confidential matters... Hmm, bastard, turn off the monitor. Yes, turn it off, or you'll be sleeping on the streets tomorrow."

  The two cameras inside the elevator quickly shifted their direction.

  M nodded: "Alright, let's talk. One hundred million US dollars? That's absolutely not enough, sir. Show me your sincerity. What price are you willing to pay for Chikov? Of course, I'm a reasonable person, I won't ask you to hand over that scoundrel behind you."

  Yi Chen took out another cigar and handed it to M, who shook her head firmly: "Smoking is harmful to health, sir. And..." She pointed to the no smoking sign inside the elevator. Yi Chen pouted and threw the cigarette butt on the ground before lighting up his own cigar.

  M calmly looked at Yidun, who had smoked three cigars and made the elevator's lights dim. Seeing M still with a cold expression, he helplessly threw away the cigarette butt, took out the fifth big cigar, lit it up and said: "Quantum Fund, got it? You know, Quantum Fund, they embezzled a lot of money."

  "Holding back a mouthful of air, he slowly let it out: 'I know that old scoundrel had a hand in it, but what I want isn't him. You understand... Tell me, what do you know.'"

  Yi Chen's mind was tense with thought, Fattadio had discussed related matters with him before. When those forces entered the UK market, they didn't seem to avoid Fattadio and his people either. So, did Fattadio have any connection with them? Forget it, there shouldn't be any, Ali wouldn't be so stupid. This kind of thing, everyone knows in their heart, if they were to greet each other saying "Hey, we're going to grab this much", then they would be idiots.

  "So, the South African consortium."

  "South Africa?"

  Yi Chen leaned against the elevator wall, puffing out a wisp of smoke: "They have money, their economy has developed, they have diamonds, colored metals, oil, they have everything. Of course, they don't mind getting some pocket money from Britain."

  M nodded: "And."

  "Alright, I'll let it go. I only want Chekhov; his mother's information for one person is a fair trade."

  Looking at him, nodding, coldly said: "The remaining intelligence, in exchange for our not pursuing your matter, Mr., this is a transaction... You don't really think you're innocent, do you? Just based on your illegal entry five years ago, I can put you in jail, let alone other illegal activities... Of course, now you are a respected knight... I would like to maintain a good relationship with such a social 'elite'."

  Yi Chen, without any regard for etiquette, blew a mouthful of smoke onto M's face: "Really? You won't pursue me? Including my behavior just now?"

  "Is that right, sir? No pursuit, except for your boss behind your back, hand over everyone, and we can recover most of the losses. It's worth it, for you and for me."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "I don't necessarily know just because I saw it?"

  Smiling, "Dear little fellow, the underground world has its own rules. We can't discover certain things and we can't notice certain people. However, you must know that when you were sniping at our market, there must have been contact between each other, I mean, between those accounts."

  Yi Chen raised his left hand: "God, I didn't aim at your market."

  He said abruptly: "I didn't say you, okay, tell me, or I might cancel this deal, the air here is terrible and my mood is very bad."

  "Japanese Mitsubishi Zaibatsu, along with a few other conglomerates, who knows? Anyway, the Japanese didn't let this opportunity slip away... And then, the most ruthless one, is within your own ranks..."

  "Ah ha, our internal... Ah, I was wondering why such a big storm suddenly rose up. It's because of that ungrateful and treacherous person raised by that dog woman!"

  "Yi Chen muttered: "You guys covered up for him, he applied for political asylum, and then you protected him... Ha, now he's a big shot... No evidence, you can't touch him... Of course, I can provide evidence, he went through a private bank, heh heh, the behind-the-scenes shareholder of that bank is him, you can go check the accounts, maybe you'll find something."

  He slammed his free left hand against the elevator door: "Ha! I knew it, damn it, unreliable Russians... Is that all?"

  Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "Do you think I'm God? Alright, alright, I've told you about the situation of these three forces. I'm taking a huge risk by doing so. They could send someone to kill me at any moment."

  "Don't worry, unless they take me down first, they won't know."

  He flicked the cigarette butt away, pulled out another cigar: "Ah, that's great, thanks a lot. So, is the deal done? Let Chikov go, I want to see a live Russian scoundrel back in my Chinese city."

  He could no longer bear it, snatched the cigar from his hand and pinched it into shreds: "Smoking is harmful to health, especially when there are ladies present. Didn't your mother teach you that?"

  Yi Chen's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his voice dropped to a chilling low growl: "What did you say? You...!"

  "Ah, sorry about that. One more thing."

  Yi Chen immediately returned to normal, pulled out another cigar from his pocket, and lit it up. "No problem, please go ahead."

  His heart stabilized for a moment due to Yi Chen's blood-red eyes, and he said in a low voice: "One billion US dollars, sir, one billion US dollars."

  Yi Chen's mouth opened wide, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground unnoticed: "Heavens! What do you want? Speak up, speak up! How much do you want? One billion US dollars? Wonderful, ten billion is no problem either... Is your account in Switzerland or London? I can introduce you to a Swiss bank, their service is very considerate."

  She almost fainted with rage, muttering in a low voice: "Damn it, compensate our headquarters... Why do I need your money? Don't forget, our former headquarters and those over 400 special agents."

  Yi Chen twisted his head and said slyly, "Oh, so I misunderstood, sorry, I wronged your love for the British Empire... Of course, you can understand, it's our instinct as this kind of person. How happy I am that you can accept my money! To be honest, I'd be willing to spend 10 billion dollars to get close to a big shot like you... Anyway, it's not my money, yes, that's not my money, you know what I mean."

  Helplessly looking at Yi Chen: "Dear, one billion US dollars as compensation for our headquarters."

  "Hey? What does your headquarters have to do with me? Forget it, I may not be a miser, but I'm not an idiot either. You think I'd take responsibility for something I've never done?"

  He snorted: "Really? I don't care about the deaths of those over 400 agents, you know? Dear little fellow, I don't care, but you must take out something to make me feel like I've gotten some kind of compensation. Otherwise... You wouldn't want to be unable to pay your water and electricity bills, would you?"

  "You're threatening and blackmailing me."

  M smiled complacently: "Yes, young man, you can't always have the upper hand."

  "Alright, then one billion US dollars it is. I'll donate it to the charitable causes of the British Empire. Of course, I don't admit to any crime you're trying to pin on me. I'm a legitimate businessman."

  Smiling and nodding: "Of course, we're all understanding people... From now on, you mustn't make any more mistakes."

  "Me? I've always been law-abiding."

  Looking at the ceiling of the elevator: "Them."

  Yi Chen took a deep breath of cold air and looked at M: "You're really humorous. There's only us here, no them, right?"

  She smiled and finally thoroughly suppressed Yi Chen's arrogant attitude: "What I said 'they' is the noun, not the pronoun."

  "White Kade, I'm going to kill you... Damn it, your organization, damn it, actually has a mole in the Military Affairs Bureau, damn it... Wait and see how I'll deal with you... You bastards, just wait."

  He flicked the ash off his cigarette and looked at M with a tilted head: "So, that's it? You've extorted my money, madam. My money may come easily, but it's hard-earned too."

  Staring at him: "Yes, isn't it other people's blood and sweat that built this wealth? Honestly... I quite like you, this young fellow. So, as long as it's not too risky for us, I can be a bit more lenient with you... Hmm? As long as you cooperate with me a bit, and there won't be any more incidents like the last few times."

  Yi Chen slightly bowed: "I'm honored, madam..." Yi Chen thought to himself: "Damn it, you have a crush on me? Forget it, we're too far apart in age. Only Feili, that little girl, is the one I like."

  M let go of the button, and suddenly a thick smoke poured out of the open elevator door, right into the dozens of stunned employees of Military Intelligence Section 6 standing outside. They had all received whispers that the boss was entertaining a guest inside, so although strange noises were coming from within, no one dared to speak up. Who knew that when the door opened, it would be such thick and choking smoke?

  Yi Chen couldn't help but look at the employees waiting outside, and sneered: "Dear sirs, sorry, sorry, your temporary headquarters is really poor, there's only one elevator? ... Oh, madam, your subordinates are all slacking off, can't they walk up the stairs?"

  M's eyebrows were upside down, staring viciously at the subordinates at the door. These poor devils only reacted now and didn't take the elevator anymore, rushing quickly to the stairs, regardless of Yichen's mocking voice spreading throughout the entire hall.

  Yi Chen leaned against the elevator door with a mischievous grin and said to M: "Madam, I currently have an idle office building available. If you're willing, you can go take a look. Eight elevators, luxurious decoration, enough to accommodate two thousand people working inside. Perhaps, you should consider changing your temporary headquarters... Of course, I'll give you a 20% discount on the rent."

  "Of course, I'll give you a face, I'll rent it to you for free... Ha! The bosses outside of London City are very dissatisfied with me, maybe I can use the prestige of MI6 to suppress them?"

  M was on the verge of bursting out laughing, at this moment, Yi Chen was clearly just a mischievous little kid. She shook her head firmly: "This is a disguised bribe, sir, I won't accept it... Remember the conditions we agreed on, of course, I hope you can be a truly good citizen, if you find anything worth reporting to us, I welcome you to visit at any time."

  Yi shrugged his shoulders, took a puff of his cigar and swaggered to the main entrance of the Imperial Palace. M whispered behind him, "I hope your security company will still have the same number of people when you return from Paris, Yi... If too many people go missing, it would be very bad, really very bad."

  Yi Chen's whole body stiffened, and suddenly the image of Strutogren, who was now alone in the training ground shooting targets like a fool every day, flashed through his mind.

  Yi Chen turned around and walked back to the elevator in big strides, pressing the button to close the door with one hand, saying enthusiastically: "Madam, perhaps we still need to talk further."

  M looked at him uncomprehendingly: "Yi, it seems our business is concluded. Mr. Chekhov will return to Chinatown in two hours, of course you can understand that, perhaps there are some minor marks on his body, I guarantee, nothing serious."

  "Easy does it," said Dusty in a low tone. "I don't care if that son of a gun drops dead... As a citizen of the British Empire, I have something very important to report to you."

  "Then I'm all ears," M said, looking at him in surprise. "Go on, Yi."

  Yi Chen smiled: "You know, I'm a... haha, someone who engages in a certain special industry, so I know some things that the general public shouldn't know."

  "For example?"

  Yi Chen Guai Xiao: "For example, why did the Pope come to visit, and those bastards from the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan suddenly died over 300 of them, where are their bodies?"

  "Good Lord, this is top secret."

  Yi Chen said disdainfully: "That's what you official people think is the highest secret, but it's actually useless to us... I and Yamaguchi are collaborators."

  His face turned slightly serious: "What do you mean?"

  Yi Chen sneered: "The Yamaguchi-gumi is very dissatisfied that so many of their own people were killed or injured, and yet the British government didn't make a single sound."

  His gray eyes rolled a few times, his wrinkled face twitched, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  "Yi Chen snapped his fingers: "The Yamaguchi-gumi wants to set up its own branch in London, and the public reason they told me is that they want to engage in large-scale smuggling of cars and electronic products... Of course, it's not ruled out that they have ambitions to unify the European underworld, with their vast population and basically all being thugs and scoundrels, so this possibility is quite high..."

  "He asked bluntly: 'How many are they preparing to come? Where will they enter the country? Under what pretext will they stay in Britain?'"

  "Good heavens, of course not less than a thousand people. Entry? The UK is defenseless for us, anywhere can be entered, how do I know? Name? Do they need a name? Last time more than 300 people died, at least 200 were illegal immigrants. There are tens of millions of illegal workers in the UK, do you know how many? They can easily find a place to let so many people stay safely in London... Maybe they will transport several fighter jets over?"

  Yi Chenluo revealed a profound smile, relaxed her fingers and walked out with a gentle swaying motion.

  Staring at his back, he slowly pulled out a red mobile phone: "Emergency command, notify the high-level officials of the Ministry of National Defense and Scotland Yard, I want to have a small gathering with them, yes... Emergency state, damn it... Notify the Special Task Force to get ready, they may have a grand party..."

  Yi Chen, who had already walked to the gate, suddenly turned back and smiled strangely at M.

  Glaring at him, he thought to himself: "Perhaps I should ask him for some information. Damn it, doesn't Scotland Yard know anything about those smugglers? Where are they going to land?"

  I wonder what a spectacular scene it would be if the British Royal Army were to take on the Japanese ninja army.