Ripple

  Looking at the agents nearby, Phil waved his hand and several coffins fell to the ground with a loud "thud". Phil and Goll carried strange smiles as they slowly retreated back to their old nest. The leader of the agent group called out in a low voice: "Mr. Phil? Please stay, explain what you're doing carrying these coffins?"

  Phil sneered: "Your boss knows what we're doing, but you little soldiers don't have the qualifications to know. Oh well, I see you seem interested in our goods, anyway they're just trash, so we'll give them to you for free." Phil and Gollum sneered as they led their subordinates carrying coffins to push aside the special agents behind them and quickly ran back to Chinatown not far away.

  Several agents rushed up, exerting themselves to move the coffin lid, and found inside the largest marble sarcophagus a young man in a black windbreaker lying on his back with a lot of blood flowing from his wounds. Several agents cheered: "Ha, boss, we've found him."

  The team leader was also anxious and didn't have time to think about whether it was possible to catch the person so easily from Yidun's hands. He hastily shouted: "Quickly send him to the medical room at headquarters, you bunch of idiots, bring the car over." A line of special agents dropped those coffins and hurried away.

  On the other side, Sakura looked at the agent in front of her with a calm and composed expression, slightly pursing her lips to smile, and said softly: "Sir, hello. I don't know why you're chasing us. I heard that Britain is a country that follows the law, and we haven't broken any laws. We even followed the speed limit, 30 miles per hour."

  The agent leader looked at the eerie cherry blossom with a cold gaze and shook his head, saying: "Sorry, sir, we're MI6..."

  "Ah, MI6 agents? Oh my god, you scared me to death. I thought it was the police looking for me. If I had known it was you guys, I wouldn't have bothered explaining so much. What do you want? First, I didn't assassinate your Prime Minister; second, I didn't kill your King; third, I'm a law-abiding citizen and never engage in any illegal activities."

  Before the agent could retort, Sakura was already giggling out loud: "So, I'm afraid of those annoying little policemen who like to stir up trouble, but I'm not afraid of you high-ranking, meticulous agents. You won't randomly pin crimes on me, will you?"

  The team leader was so angry, Sakura deliberately put on a gentle expression, which made the team leader feel terrified and involuntarily said: "You are indeed a law-abiding person, except for using a sword to kill your subordinates. Hmm... We need to inspect your vehicles, sorry, it's related to national security."

  Sakura's and several special jounin's faces changed slightly, Sakura had only beheaded a subordinate once, and that was when the subordinate who escaped back then committed seppuku himself, and Sakura helped him by cutting off his head... So, how did these agents know?

  Sakura followed Yee's orders and didn't stop the agents from searching her vehicle. As a result, they easily caught a sturdy young man who resisted slightly before being beaten into submission. The agents looked at Sakura with satisfaction: "May I ask, who is he?"

  "Oh? Just now he was hitchhiking on the road, and we happened to be going in the same direction so we gave him a ride. I'm a kind-hearted person who loves to help others... If there's nothing else, we should get going." Sakura had unknowingly picked up Yī Chén's tone of speech, loudly proclaiming himself to be a good person. He got into the car with several special ninjas and sped off, but just after passing one intersection, he ordered the driver to turn the car around and head back in the direction of 'Chinatown'.

  The agents looked at the young man, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a full-body suit, and smiled, no longer caring about Sakura's affairs, stuffed the young man into the sedan, and quickly drove towards headquarters.

  On the other hand, Tang Hu had already clashed with the special agents. One of the agents rudely tried to open Tang Hu's car door, but was kicked flying seven or eight steps away by Tang Hu's side kick and lay on the ground unable to move for a long time. All the special agents drew their guns, while Tang Hu and several brothers showcased their close-range combat skills, knocking down an agent with two or three heavy blows and beating them brutally.

  Tang Hu sneered and said, "You little rascals, you shameless bastards dare to provoke me? Scram, the farther away you roll, the better. Don't let me see you again."

  The leader of the special forces team said viciously, "Damn it, we are special agents, not hoodlums as you said... You dare to attack our special duty personnel on official business? You're dead for sure."

  "Good Lord, how was I supposed to know you were a secret agent? The way you rushed down from the car and told us to scram, I thought you were just a bandit trying to rob us! Good heavens, how was I supposed to know you were a real secret agent? You didn't tell me your identity, did you?"

  The team leader was at a loss for words. He hadn't revealed his identity, but this guy should have known what he was doing. Earlier, when he came out of "China Town", they had even exchanged blows face to face. Damn it, and yet he had been beaten up by him like that without putting up a fight.

  Tang Hu carefully helped the team leader up, smiling and asking: "Sir, what brings you here? Oh, sorry, your sunglasses were broken by me. Don't worry, I'll compensate you with a pair of high-quality carbon fiber ones used by American pilots... Oh, I'm really sorry, your eyes are also black and blue, sorry, I was too forceful... Oh, is your shoulder dislocated? Let me help you put it back in place." With a 'crack' sound, the team leader let out a loud cry as Tang Hu quickly helped him put his arm back in place.

  Tang Hu smiled and asked him: "May I ask, sir, what brings you here?"

  The squad leader glared at him with a ferocious expression, saying word by word: "Hand over the person you brought out from 'Chinatown'."

  Tang Hu pointed to his brothers behind him with a smile and said, "They are... Did they break the law? It's really unfortunate. I will definitely punish them. Don't worry, sir. I won't cover up for them. You can take whoever you want."

  Two agents rushed up, frantically pushing aside the 'Dragon Gate' disciples behind Tang Hu, rushing into a sedan and pulling out a tall but slightly pale young man, cheering: "Captain, found him!"

  Tang Hu looked stunned and muttered: "What are you doing?"

  The team leader glared at him fiercely: "Let me give you some advice, we know that you are the leader of a newly emerged gang in London recently. Don't be used by this Chinese person, otherwise it won't do any good for you... Can you tell me who this person is? Hmm? Was he brought out by Yī Chén? Is that right? Hmm?" The person who was pulled out was limp and powerless, almost fainting, and was stuffed into the car by several agents.

  Tang Hu revealed a strange smile and shook his head repeatedly: "But sir, this person...".

  The team leader turned around and walked towards his own car: "No need to explain too much, I think you've also been deceived, so I don't want to trouble you. In the future, it's best if you don't get too close to that Chinese person." He said these words with good intentions.

  Tang Hu muttered: "I was going to tell you, he is the chef of our 'Song He Lou', but since you don't listen, then it's just forget about it... Idiots, who are you looking for? You're being played like a fool by that little kid."

  His face turned pale and he bellowed: "What kind of trash have you brought back?"

  In the basement of MI6's temporary headquarters, four black-clad men lay sprawled out on the floor with bullet holes in their bodies. Their faces were dull and white foam was flowing from their mouths as they muttered repeatedly. They were simply four idiots. However, judging from their height, build, and clothing, they were the same guys who broke into the British Ministry of Defense's secret room that night and stole the top-secret "Superweapon" documents.

  Several agents, under M's command, pounced on them, brutally slashing open their clothes with knives. No mistake, looking at the wounds on their bodies, they were clearly inflicted five or six days ago and hadn't been properly treated yet. Afterwards, every piece of fabric on their bodies, every inch of their skin was searched once, except for some poor-quality fake passports and a batch of cash, nothing else was found.

  The furious man stormed past, his foot heavily stomping on someone's head, shouting: "You four bastards, who can tell me what you are? Damn it, Yi, where did you find these four bastards? Or did you create them yourself?"

  An agent burst into the basement, loudly reporting: "Boss, four employees of a Japanese financial company have been kidnapped and are now missing, we received the news from Scotland Yard."

  "Ahah, Yi, you're really good at playing tricks... So these four unlucky devils were carried out of coffins? Let's send them back to their coffins then. Have the other two groups replied? Tell me..."

  Two team leaders came in, saying with a hint of excitement: "Boss, we've caught the people, they're the Japanese Sakuragi and Chinese Tang Hu who were smuggled out by China Yi. However, no signs of documents were found on them."

  M smiled: "As long as we can catch the person, as long as we can prove that they are the bastard from that night, Yi will not dare to refuse to hand over the materials. He knows I have the power to destroy his entire organization... Alright, come with me and let's interrogate the people you've caught properly. Note that the only characteristic of Chinese intelligence personnel is that they are not afraid of death. We need to formulate a very detailed plan to pry open their mouths."

  Three minutes later, M arrived at the first cell with a large group of people. It was where the black-clad man who had been pulled down from Sakura's car was being held. M strode in and then the black-clad man, sitting in the corner of the room, suddenly knelt down and loudly shouted in a strange Minnan dialect: "Officer, I'm an honest person! They hired me to cook in England with high salary! I don't know anything!"

  The head of the special forces team that captured this guy suddenly felt a blackout and almost fainted, oh God, could this person be an intelligence officer?

  M glared at him fiercely, wasting no more time, and strode into the second room. The young man who had seemed paralyzed just a moment before suddenly sprang up, beaming with a smile, and spoke to M in fairly fluent English: "Madam, hello! I'm a graduate of China's XX University, majoring in culinary arts. Ah, it was really hard for me to get sponsored to work in the UK, but now I'm the head chef at 'Song He Lou'. The pastries you had tonight were all made by my own hands. Are you satisfied? I think that 'thousand-layered pancake' is my masterpiece. What do you think? Ah... here's my business card. If you need anything, you can call the number on it. We at 'Song He Lou' offer 24-hour delivery, and as Chinese people, we're very honest, never taking tips or service charges, so you don't have to..."

  "Shut up... Say one more word and I'll drown you in the Thames. Good God, what have you brought back?"

  The young chef smiled and nodded repeatedly, saying: "Ah, you're not happy with me talking? Then I won't say anything. However, I strongly recommend the food at 'Song He Lou'. We have strict hygiene procedures, we use only the freshest ingredients, guaranteeing cleanliness and hygiene, and our dishes are rich in flavor, satisfying all kinds of tastes, sour, sweet, bitter, salty... Maybe you can consider becoming a long-term customer? We're famous in the Chinese district... Hey, don't leave, don't leave! If it's a large order, we can offer an 80% discount... Why are you leaving so quickly? Business is about relationships, right?" A strange smile appeared on the young man's face.

  His lips quivered, as if pointing to a pile of garbage and pointing at his subordinates, these high-ranking agents: "Gentlemen, please, send these people back to where they should go... God, have you withdrawn the surveillance from 'Chinatown'? God, I hope you haven't made such a fatal mistake."

  "Boss, there's a big riot in London and the other military departments are asking for our help to quell it. We thought that since we've already caught the person, it would..."

  His whole body shook, and he said weakly: "Ah, is that so? It's really wonderful, too wonderful... Ah, riot, **, you go to suppress it, are you responsible, diligent special agents? Is your position the one in charge of Scotland Yard? Do you want me to assign you to Scotland Yard? God... I think we can resign collectively."

  David Gamba said: "Boss, maybe Easy knows something."

  He hesitated for a moment: "What's the point? We don't have any evidence, no evidence, get it? We can't do anything about him... Hmm, what about the outer cordon?"

  "Hastily, David said generally: 'The outer cordon hasn't relaxed, we can be certain he's still in London.'"

  M smiled: "Well, that's good... What is Yi doing after all? He went to so much trouble, just to get me to help deal with a few gang leaders and start a fight? Doesn't he understand that the person has to be sent out of Britain as soon as possible?"

  The Scottish Yard was packed with countless arrested football hooligans and Easy's captured younger brothers. The football hooligans were now well-behaved, seriously filling out forms in an attempt to get out as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Easy's captured younger brothers were being extremely arrogant, loudly shouting and occasionally slapping the table, recklessly discussing how they had brutally beaten up those country bumpkins from outside.

  Officer Karl looked at the scene helplessly, shook his head and left with several other officers, anyway these things were not under his responsibility, he didn't need to rack his brains.

  Weixun pouted, looking at the bustling office building, and irritably dialed Yichen's phone: "Yi, what are you doing? They're all your people, they're all causing trouble because of you. Oh my god, can't they just cooperate with our work a bit? Some idiot told the police officer that he was the reincarnation of the Cat King, what are they all doing?"

  "Dear old friend Weilun, don't be like that, you don't have to be sad, everything will pass... Oh no, no, no, how dare I intentionally cause trouble? With December approaching, your dividend... Oh right, it's not suitable to say on the phone, just like this, please help let them all go, I'll get someone to pick them up."

  Just as Yi Chen hung up the phone, nearly two hundred cars of various types were parked in the square in front of the Scottish field gate, and six big brothers under Yi Chen led their own team to come and pick people up with a mighty momentum.

  The hooligans looked enviously at the thugs who were 100 times more violent than themselves, leaving freely one by one, while they were still handcuffed here, not knowing when they would be released by the police. They couldn't help but sigh: "Damn, it turns out that being a hooligan is more comfortable than being an honest person, at least they are not afraid of the police."

  After a busy night, the Scotland Yard finally cleared away these people. Except for some serious cases that might have resulted in deaths, more than 40 illegal immigrants without residence permits were found, including Chinese, Vietnamese and Thai people... Of course, our Long 13 was also among them, looking wronged with his head hung low.

  The officer in charge of the incident said impatiently, "It just so happens that there is a batch of people to be deported from the immigration department. Send them over and get rid of these damn illegal workers as soon as possible." He heavily closed the file folder, and this matter was considered settled.

  Long thirteen couldn't help but feel a little admiration for Yi Chen, who was able to come up with such an unexpected and sinister way to send himself out.

  Sakura rushed to the bottom of Yichen's building and didn't even wait for her subordinates, stepping on a pair of wooden clogs 'dang dang dang' as she rushed upstairs. Yichen was discussing with Chikov how to copy the data of the 'super weapon' to make a small fortune, when he saw Sakura rush in, he quickly shut up and changed the subject to something nonsensical about heroin and marijuana being beneficial to the body.

  Sakura looked at Yī Chén tensely and said: "Yī, help me with something. I suspect MI6 is illegally monitoring our actions."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow: "Xiao Ying, sit down and talk, what's going on with MI6?"

  Sakura sat down, thought for a moment and said: "Hmmm, it's like this. The agent who was chasing me today actually knew that I had helped a subordinate commit suicide by slitting their belly, which is absolutely impossible for them to know. We were in the inner hall of the casino at that time, how could they have known? Ah, they must have used some means to monitor us."

  Yi Chen nodded and asked him, "I think that according to your subordinates' martial arts skills, it's impossible for those special agents to sneak into the casino. So, has anyone ever entered your room to check on things like wiring?"

  "Ah, Bakuya, two months ago, right after we raided the Tower of London, our water and electricity suddenly stopped. The city hall sent a team to inspect the pipes... Ah, those cunning Brits."

  Yi Chen smiled slyly: "Alright, I'll send Cain to help you deal with it. His subordinates have some top-notch electronic warfare soldiers who can handle those cameras... Of course, maybe we can also play a trick on them."

  "Oh? How did you tease them?"

  "Tell Cain to connect all the lines, and then give MI6 some authentic Japanese A-films. I think they'll be interested."

  "Boss, I have 500G of Japanese adult videos on my hard drive, wow, and also some Japanese lolita stuff, they're really perverted... I can provide them... Ah, forget it, I didn't say anything, just ignore me, Sakura-san, please don't take it to heart, I didn't mean anything else."

  Sakura's handsome face flushed red, and his mouth was slightly ajar in annoyance.

  Yì chén àn zì hǎo xiào, kōu kōu zhí lè.

  Translation:

  Easy dust secretly laughs at himself, hehe straight laugh.

  M gave up the idea of continuing to entangle with Yi Chen, clenched his fists, and started a vast manhunt. In short, no matter what Yi Chen did tonight, he wouldn't let him leave London anyway.

  Those poor little special agents hadn't even had time to rub their wounds from being hit by the steel pipe, when with a single order, they started running around like mad dogs again. The order was: "You must consider yourselves as hoodlums, and do whatever those real bastards can do, no matter what it takes, even if you have to jump into a ditch, bring me back the person I want."

  In the desolate wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, Wester burst into the headquarters of the Dark Council with a trail of dark wind, striding towards the Dark Temple.

  Several ghostly wizards blocked his way and extorted him again before they were satisfied and let him pass.

  The Speaker and the others had already received the report sent back by Gegewu, knowing that the people of the Holy See were seriously injured in New York, and they had been celebrating for these few days. Everyone was very happy and in a great mood. So, no one asked why the time for the audience had not arrived yet, and Weisite came to the headquarters again with such a boring thing.

  Weist stood respectfully in place and said in a respectful tone: "Honorable Speaker, I have something to report."

  The Speaker chuckled: "No problem, Viscount. Tell me, is it good news? Oh, there's been quite a bit of good news lately. That damned Pope got seriously injured, and his most trusted lapdog, a Holy Knight, was actually taken down by some weirdo from China - even the holy relic was destroyed! It's just too wonderful... Ah, I hope you can make me even happier."

  "Sir, unfortunately, it's bad news. Jester, all one hundred vampires directly under Jester have been annihilated. This is the message he sent back. According to him, they were also in New York at that time and clashed with the people from the Vatican several times, causing heavy casualties for the Vatican, but his subordinates..."

  "Ah," Gere said, "I was just wondering, apart from the Duke of Dracula from the Philippe family, there were other vampires present at that time. It turned out to be a subordinate of Jest. This is indeed true... Sir, the Pope's power is too terrifying, he almost instantly destroyed our large army, and it can't be blamed on Jest's leadership being incompetent."

  Wyatt bowed his head respectfully, filled with gratitude towards Gigi Ous, at least he proved himself.

  The chairman nodded and said, "Well, it's really an unfortunate message, but... Gagri Ousu, are you saying that Mr. Dekula is right next to Jester? Prince Philippe, do you know this news?"

  Prince Philip of Dourada said: "It was I who called Dracula to protect Michelle, I don't trust my little treasure to run around with a few humans."

  The chairman chuckled to himself for a few moments: "Hmmm, you're so worried about Miserella? Hmmm, that's great."

  "He loudly ordered: 'Alright, let's assign some manpower to Jester again. This time, don't give him those baron-level vampires, give him some truly capable people... Wester, you go take care of this matter... By the way, who can tell me why the Pope is going to New York? Is it just to watch his subordinates die?'"

  At this point, a group of high-ranking officials from the dark council couldn't help but burst into sinister laughter: cackling, heh-heh-ing, and hoh-hoh-ing.

  Weist wanted to speak, but thought better of it and remained silent.

  "Uh, this is strange. From common sense, the Pope can't leave the Vatican, but he went to New York... Even the Chief Justice followed him there, which means something very important exists."

  "Is it the Sacred Vessel?"

  The chairman nodded slightly: "After considering it for several days, I think only a powerful sacred artifact can make the people of the Holy See move out in such large numbers... But what exactly is it? It's actually laborious enough to require the Pope and the Chief Justice to come out in person... Is it..."

  Some veteran members who had been through the crazy wars of the Middle Ages changed color: "Satan is above, never be a holy beetle..."

  The grand hall fell silent for a moment, and no one dared to speak again.

  Prince Philip sneered in his heart: "Hmph, is that all your courage? However, Dekula said the Sacred Scarab was given to those strange Chinese people. Hmph, no matter what, it's better than falling into the hands of the Vatican, that would be too dangerous and could instantly destroy my things."

  "The Speaker bellowed loudly: 'I want to know why they went to New York, get me all the inside information... Also, thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the Sacred Beetle, got it?'"

  In the gusts of dark wind, countless demons and monsters rushed out of the ancient castle of the Dark Council.

  Paris.

  Bai Jiatu was chatting with Allen, both sitting on a long wooden chair in the garden, keeping a distance between them that a gentleman and lady should keep, elegantly chattering aimlessly.

  Ellen gently sniffed the rose in her hand, laughing like a silver bell: "Oh, Marquis, what brings you to Paris?"

  Bai Jiateng said gently: "Me? There aren't many things in this world that are worth my pursuit anymore. I came to Paris to find something worth striving for."

  "What for example?"

  Bai Jiade moved slightly towards her, smiling and saying: "For example? Oh, this is a very difficult question to answer. But to be honest, I'm not very interested in politics."

  Aileen stared at him in surprise: "But you've already promised my father to join the French nationality, become his private secretary, and then step into politics."

  Bai Jiatian gazed at her deeply: "Oh... I didn't promise your father... I promised you." Bai Jiatian's hand moved ungentlemanly towards Allenza's, while Allenza quietly stuffed the rose in his palm and smiled, saying: "I didn't ask you to do anything."

  Bai Jia De smiled wryly: "Then, you need to give me a chance to prove what I can do for you."

  Ellen tilted her head and looked at Bai Jia De, not knowing what she was thinking about. The two people suddenly froze there. Ellen nodded and said in a low voice: "I prefer someone with real masculine charm, those young masters from wealthy families are not my type."

  Bai Jiade smiled: "I can take down a bull for you, I swear I'll do it... I want to present the bull's ears to you... Let's go to Spain, there's a bullfight going on..."