Translator:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
As director of the intelligence department in the headquarter of the army, he
was responsible for internal inspection as the prosecutor at the secret court
against any traitor inside the army. He was instinctively suspicious of
everything. And, he didn’t believe that Watson would really think he would be
all right after handing over.
He knew too much secrets about the government. Once losing their power,
the best ending for people like Watson was to stay in the secret jail for the rest
of their lives or to do the dirty work for the government secretively with a bomb
implanted in his body. They didn’t dare to get out of the cell even if they were
granted freedom as there were too many people who wanted them dead.
There must be something wrong. He just hadn’t figured it out yet.
Well, the rain is heavier.
Wiping the rain water off his face, Watson said,
can
you hold this umbrella for me, sir? A hot meal of steak would be perfect after
we do this. I am so cooperative, you should treat me better. Right?
The secret agent showed no emotion on his face,
hope you are not playing
tricks.
Then he stared at the building far away which was so quiet – the third
shipyard.
As sailboats became outdated due to their primitive technology, the shipyard
went bankrupt and thus was abandoned. No one would come to this place,
except those members of the sailboat club who are rich and love old things
when they use the channels for boat racing.
He could even recite the name list of the managers of the sailboat club. But
now, he understood that they were only the scapegoat for the real criminals.
The director of secret agents looked at Watson coldly,
why this warehouse
was not in the catalogue?
What is the brain for if a catalogue could do all the work?
Watson shrugged.
what’s more, technically, this place was not in my charge. It’s a secret
meeting place of the higher-level departments.
Higher-level departments?
The director sneered,
you have no higher-level
departments now. From the moment of the assassination by Maxwell, the Fifth
Department had ceased to exist.
Ok, ok. It’s your call.
Watson heaved a sigh.
Whatever you say, as long as
you give me the umbrella back.
The director waved, and someone held an umbrella over Watson. But the rain
still dropped onto the blanket on Watson’s knee and the blanket was soaked
quickly. Watson wiped the rain water off his face and heaved another sigh.
It is my favorite blanket.
Their search didn’t stop at all. They pushed open the gate and went further in
the warehouse. Along the way, the accountants quickly checked the inventory
in each room of the warehouse. A lot of precious supplies were found during
the inventory taking, the huge amount of which was shocking even to the ear
of the agent head.
It was the private collection of Shaman! It was almost huge enough to be a
warehouse of strategic war supplies.
So much weapons and power armors! What is he up to? Or, how long had he
been planning for the riot?
Two hours later, the director got the inventory result from his secretary. He
showed no emotion on his face, yet he lit a cigarette, his hands shaking
slightly.
Hey, my friend. Can I have a cigarette?
Watson asked.
The director looked at him coldly for a long while. Then, he suddenly raised
his feet and kicked Watson on to the ground. Watson rolled on the ground and
bumped his forehead onto the leg of the table. His forehead was injured and
began to bleed immediately.
Don’t you play any trick on me!
Stepping on Watson’s face and watching him
suffering all the insults, the director felt more and more worried. Watson let
him without any resistance.
I want only a cigarette. Or, if you don’t believe me, you can just kill me now.
Watson spread out his hands.
I’m useless now. right?
One of the agents came nearer, hand on the hilt of his saber. The agent head,
however, didn’t nod his head. He snorted and said,
take him away from here.
This son of bitch! There must be something else he had not told us yet.
This is not we agreed!
Listen, Mr. Watson. You do whatever I tell you. You understand?
The director
tossed his pack of cigarettes to Watson.
Your job here is done. Now take the
cigarettes to the army jail and enjoy your holiday there. The country will need
you in the future.
All right. Whatever you say.
Watson let them grab him and stuffed him into
the wheelchair. He only frowned when someone stepped on his blanket.
This
is my favorite blanket! You be careful! This is the best from India. You guys
can never afford one of this for your whole life.
Your blanket?
The guy was so angry that he laughed. Then, he stamped on
the blanket and rubbed the blanket on the ground with his foot, leaving a dirty
footprint on it. He then stared at Watson provokingly.
You were saying?
Watson took a deep breath and heaved a long sigh. Then, he closed his eyes.
You mistook me. I was not talking to you just now.
He didn’t look at the guy any more. He took out a cigarette from the silver
cigarette box. Then, he rubbed a match on the back of his wheelchair. The
match was lit up, giving faint yellow light.
A click was heard from the closed warehouse.
Bang!
The guy stepping on Watson’s blanket fell on the ground, his brain and blood
all over the place and staining the blanket.
The cigarette was lit, showing a red spot in the darkness. More people fell
without a sound but blood spurting out.
At last, there was only Watson sitting in his wheelchair. He smoked the
cigarette deeply and puffed out wisps of smoke into the air.
There was no longer any one who was able to move in the warehouse.
Boom!
Hearing the whistling sound, the director had a bad feeling and turned around
immediately. He saw something silver dashing to him and the next moment,
he was nailed onto the wall by an arrow that was as thick as his arm.
There was a big hole in his chest and blood oozed out.
He stared at Watson unbelievably, muttered something undistinguishable in
an almost inaudible voice,
Hehe…hehe…
Nothing was heard in the silence, except Watson’s breath and his impressable
groan.
Until then, some indistinct figures appeared from the inside of the warehouse
and from the rain outside the warehouse.
I told you to be careful.
Looking at the blanket stained with brains, Watson
shook his head.
This is my favorite blanket.
Lola emerged from the air and shot an indifferent glance at him.
I’ll take care
next time, Mr. Watson.
Is this your revenge?
Watson said, helplessly.
If you say so.
Lola shrugged.
Pretty soon, a thin figure wearing a white raincoat came out of the darkness
and nodded to Lola.
Madam, it’s all settled.
In the man’s hand, a dog-leg
shaped saber was covered in blood, which the rain had not washed it off the
blade.
Who are you…
The director unbelievably looked at those people. He could
not believe that all the men he had positioned around were taken out. It was
done in just several seconds!
Staring at Watson, he said, using all his remaining strength,
who are those
people?
Who else can they be?
Watson blew out a mouthful of smoke and said
coldly,
they are the Fifth Department. You denied its existence, remember? I
told you, this place is not in my charge. It is the premise of higher-level
departments. But you don’t believe me.
He smoked the cigarette. Then, he flipped the rest of the cigarette into the
blood shed by the agent head. Blue fire burst out, as if the cigarette was
tossed into a pool of burning oil.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Watson waved his hand.
Thank you for your cigarette.
The flame devoured the body of the agent head, which was burned into
nothing in a few seconds. There was only the arrow and a man-shaped mark
on the wall.
Watson turned back. The warehouse was almost full of people, of whom some
wore peasants’ clothes, some wore expensive clothes and a lot more wore
tight clothes with weapons.
As he said, they are the Fifth Department.
According to the plan Ye Qingxuan gave him, he transported all the fighting
crew of the Fifth Department to Avalon. To this end, he booked all the capacity
of two shipping lines, asked all the favors he could get and rented all the ships
in Anglo by money or even threat.
He selected the best fighters and minimized the number of them as mush as
he could. Within 3 days, a total of 5700 people arrived in Avalon.
It was all as Ye Qingxuan had ordered.
Watson looked at the more than a dozen of commanders and nodded
satisfactorily. He stretched his hand to take from his subordinate a thick pile of
documents and then tossed the pile on the table.
It’s almost time. No need to wait for the signal. Here is the plan. Finish
reading it in ten minutes and, eh, follow aunt Lola’s lead to have fun.
Watson
smiled,
wish you all have a good time!
He barely finished his words when there came a huge boom from afar.
Through the heavy rain, they could see the fires in the center of the city and
hear the noise of riots everywhere. Then, a burning holy emblem flied up into
the sky, shinning like a burning sun in the rain.
Watson could not help but smiled.
That bunch of old fellows were doing quite
well. The older the wiser. It is really true. We need to speed up here…
While he was murmuring, a man came up from the rain. He took out a new
wheelchair from a water-proof bag, helped Watson sit in the new chair. And
finally, he put another new blanket on Watson’s knees. It was the same as the
previous one.
Yes. This feels really good.
Rubbing the blanket on his knees with his
fingers, he nodded satisfactorily.
Derek, you always know what I want! You
should be my steward instead of a ‘executioner’.
Derek answered,
if you want, sir.
Of course not. Have you heard of any steward who hire another steward to
work for him?
Watson smiled and wheeled the chair into the rain. Derek followed him closely
and held a huge black umbrella for him.
Everyone here?
Watson asked.
Yes, sir. As you ordered.
What are you waiting for then, an invitation?
Watson said, waving his hand,
if anyone want an invitation, I can get some for you next time. But now, show
those bureaucrats what you can do. Derek, tell them this: you received your
payment long time ago, now is the time you do your job.
Derek nodded and took a heavy whale-bone horn off his back and raised to
his lips. Then, he took a big breath, his chest bulging out like a grave, and
blew the horn with all his strength.
Nothing happened.
Yet, in the rain, long echoes were heard. They were like the songs sung by
the whales when they were wandering in the ocean. The songs pierced
through the rain curtain and transmitted to every direction.
Wherever the song goes, numerous rings of bronze bells were sounded.
Pretty soon, one of the doors was pushed open. and then, a second door, a
third…
From the houses that had been burned, from the ruins of collapsed buildings,
from under the wet and cold bridge, blood-shot eyes were brightened on
hearing the sound.
After a while, the violent thugs pushed open the door of their shelters and
went into the rain, breathing the air of freedom eagerly.
Anglos, Sicilians, Asgardians, Indians and Orientals who had fled their
countries all followed the call of the horn and went back into the streets, with
swords and irons in their hands.
Hundreds, thousands and tens of thousands of people.
They walked in the alleys and streets through the storm.
Finally, they gathered in front of Watson, forming a dark ocean of people.
Everyone’s here. Good. The steak I’ve ordered will be here very soon. Let’s
make the long story short as time is limited.
Watson blew some warm breath
onto his hands and rubbed them.
God know how difficult it is to order a
premium rare steak in Avalon. I should cherish it and be thankful. You
understand? This the basic table manner, and a very important thing. I hope
you can treat it as seriously as I do. This is the only thing you need to pay
attention to. Besides that, you can do as you wish…
While he was speaking, the tower bridge boomed far away.
In the violent explosion, the iron gate broke, and the jammed road between
the central city and the lower city was cleared.
Watson smiled happily, as if he had heard the ringing of the waiter when the
dishes were served.
Gentlemen, it’s dinner time. This is a really precious
buffet, so enjoy your banquet.
The iron-grey pupils of the people, lightened up by the fire in the sky, turned
into blood-red like those of the demons, full of violence and thirst.
Hope your appetite is as good as mine.
Watson said.
