Father Mavie

Chapter 626 Attacking the Laboratory Plan (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
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In the dim room, the embers of the cigarette butts were slowly extinguished. The butler looked coldly at the cowering man in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "How could the factory of the Manstein Potion Company be stolen?"

"I heard that I met a thief factory in East London. It's too chaotic. Someone must be eyeing the expensive potion materials in the warehouse."

boom!
Mr. Steward patted the table and said sharply: "Who dares to steal the goods from Manstein Potion Company? Can they be sold if they steal them? Aren't ordinary thieves afraid of the danger of the materials?!"

Potion materials are different from other items, they are inherently dangerous, and the church’s repeated promotional materials are risky, just to remind those with ulterior motives to weigh their own weight and whether they can resist the toxicity of the materials.

The second is to sell stolen goods. How to sell stolen stolen goods has always been a professional assessment certificate in the thief world. A thief who can stand on his own must not only have superb theft skills, but also have a safe channel for selling stolen goods. Arrested?

In the world of thieves, the ability to sell stolen goods safely has always been a proof of strength.

Levin has experience in selling stolen goods. He will trade the stolen gems on the black market. This is also the most normal and common way to sell stolen goods. People in the black market don’t care where your things come from. Even if they know, most of them don’t care , unless the stakes are high.

But for the desperadoes on the black market, they dare to take even the jewels on the crown of the king, not to mention other things, of course potion ingredients are also needed, but the problem is...
Mr. Steward, who is well-informed, has not received news of anyone selling potion materials, and he will know immediately if there is any trouble in the underground black market.

Potion ingredients are hot potatoes, ordinary thieves must sell them as soon as they get them, but no one sells potion ingredients in the underground black market, which proves that the thieves are either informants of the other two potion companies, or they don’t exist at all!

At the beginning, Mr. Steward also suspected that the Manstein Potion Company had stolen it. After all, Ma Wei once took out the infatuation flower that needed mermaid tears during the bidding, which meant that the Manstein Potion Company had a good one. thing.

But which thief would be so stupid as to go to an ordinary warehouse to steal mermaid tears?

Shouldn't such a precious material be kept in the Manstein Potion Store on Flower Street?
That's the headquarters of the Manstein family!

It is common sense that it is impossible to store materials with high value in ordinary warehouses in Havering District!
In view of this situation, why did the eldest prince Charles and the third prince Andrew send people to steal ordinary warehouses?

It doesn't make sense!

After thinking about it, Mr. Steward felt that the factory was probably not stolen. This was just a good show directed and acted by Nicholas von Manstein.

But why did he lie about the company being stolen?

Did he want to frame the other two princes, or did he have a secret connection with Holmes?

If it's the former, it's okay, don't worry too much, but if it's the latter.
His gaze was uncertain, and Mr. Housekeeper was really uncertain about Ma Wei's lifeline. Just as he was thinking, a tall, thin man with a cigarette butt in his mouth and an unshaven beard walked into the room.

Seeing him, Mr. Steward was stunned. He recognized the tall and thin man. As the boss, he should know his subordinates, but the tall and thin man in front of him has changed too much. He hasn't seen him for a month, and he has lost at least three circles. Protruding cheekbones, deep eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, locks full of oil, and a stench all over his body, like a walking dead.

"you"

Mr. Steward was stunned for a long time, and asked with difficulty: "Did it fall into the sewer?"

"I didn't!" The tall and thin man grinned, "Russell Benjamin has news."

Mr. Housekeeper waved his hand to let the other man who was reporting the situation back down, and pointed to the opposite sofa. He wanted to let the tall and thin man sit down and talk, but considering the poor health condition of the other party, he immediately dismissed the idea: "You still stand Speak."

The tall and thin man spat his old phlegm on the carpet, walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, took a cigar from Mr. Butler, skillfully cut it open, and lit it.
"Huh, this task is something I've encountered in my career. It's not the most difficult, but it's definitely the most disgusting."

The thin and tall man complained loudly: "Russell Benjamin never comes home! The address on the business card is just his temporary residence! I kept an eye on that apartment for a whole month! He came back only once! I didn't even lock the door this month!" Never been out! Half a month ago, I finally got a clue and met his butler, but the butler slipped away accidentally! He ran faster than a rabbit!"

Mr. Housekeeper frowned: "Can you tell me the main point?"

The tall and thin man took a puff on his cigar and said after a while: "The point is, Russell Benjamin is about to leave London. The Marquess of Bracken and the butler of Prince Charles, Nix, came to look for him in the apartment. According to my reading of the lips, they I intend to leave London tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and go to Edinburgh."

"Go to Edinburgh." Mr. Steward twitched his beard and said, "It seems that the eldest prince is planning to open up the northern market, um, as expected. Any other information?"

"Gone."

"In a month, you brought back this piece of information?"

"I told you! Russell Benjamin isn't coming home at all!"

The thin and tall man slammed his business card on the table: "The address this bastard gave is for cover! He doesn't live in that apartment at all! I can't even see anyone, how can I monitor?!"

This is really not the fault of the thin and tall man. He doesn't know much about Russell Benjamin. When he set off on a mission, he only had a business card. He didn't even know what Russell Benjamin looked like. He could only monitor the apartment day and night, etc. The other party came back.

London is such a big city with a population of millions. Looking for a man who has never met in the vast crowd is like looking for a needle in a haystack. There is no way for a thin and tall man.

He didn't know that he had been exposed long ago. When he was monitoring the apartment, a group of cats above his head were also monitoring him.

"Forget it, no matter what, you brought back at least one important piece of information."

Mr. Butler didn't want to hear the man continue to complain: "Since they plan to go to Edinburgh, you should follow along and collect as much information as possible about Russell Benjamin, and it's best to find his hiding place in London."

"Don't worry, he won't be able to escape this time!" The tall, thin man got up with a cigar in his mouth: "I have to take a shower first and change into clean clothes."

After the tall and thin man left, Mr. Housekeeper opened the drawer. There were three long white, red and black wires in the drawer. He grabbed the long white wire and pulled it lightly.

Not long after, a short dwarf walked into the room, lifted the pointed hat on his head, and asked in a strange tone: "Master, are you looking for me?"

"How is Jack's transformation?"

"It's still in progress. We are installing the latest limbs on him. Joseph, the design manager, said that Jack may be transformed into a second-generation experimental product."

While speaking, the monkey-cheeked dwarf kept smiling. It was obvious that transforming Jack was something to be happy about.

Hearing that the progress was going well, Mr. Butler gave an 'hmm' and said, "You go to the person in charge of the Covent Royal Opera House and give him money so that he can perform Helena Sheffield's performance at the Opera House tonight. "Much Ado About Nothing."

"Yes."

"and also."

Mr. Butler stopped the dwarf who turned around and wanted to leave, took out a business card from the drawer, and threw it to the dwarf: "Send it to Flower Street, give it to Nicholas von Manstein, and invite him to the place where we met last time tonight .”

"As ordered."

In the morning, Flower Street.

The mist is hazy, the air is mixed with cold water vapor, the sky is gloomy, and there is no light.

"I'm afraid it will rain heavily today."

In the kitchen, Ma Wei picked up a piece of bread, cut it skillfully, and spread fresh jam on it: "Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out."

"I don't have anything to do today." Levin devoured the bacon: "Go find Gina later and see what's going on with her. Brother, when are we going to attack the underground laboratory? It's been a few days Already!"

"Today and tomorrow."

Ma Wei took out his notepad and looked at the itinerary: "Yannick will leave London in the next two days. He needs his help in attacking the laboratory, and solve the laboratory's problems before he leaves."

As he said that, Ma Wei turned the newspaper in front of him to the last few pages, and found that the play to be staged at the Covent Royal Opera House tonight was Much Ado About Nothing. Although it was also a work by Shakespeare, it was not A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Professor James Morea is likely to use the name of the play to convey information. It is very important to write down the name of the play performed every day. It can be speculated based on the performance of the day and the track of Professor James Morea's activities.

Now that the Manstein Potion Company has won the bidding, after solving this big problem, the next goal is to enter the Congress and support its own power. These things are very busy, and Ma Wei doesn't have much time to spend Rhea is entangled in the problem, and he wants to get the result as soon as possible.

Junia, who was eating toast, suddenly raised her head and looked at the door, with jam still on the corner of her mouth: "Dad, someone is here."

jingle!

As soon as the words were finished, the bell at the gate rang, and after wiping the corner of his mouth, Ma Wei walked through the kitchen to the store, opened the door, and saw a pointed hat that was only as high as his own knee.

The pointed hat was unsteadily taken off, revealing a short dwarf. Although small in size, he looked like an old man, indescribably weird.

"Mr. Nicholas, good morning."

The dwarf smiled and took out a business card: "My master invites you to meet at the old place at 8 o'clock tonight."

Ma Wei had seen the dwarf before, and knew that he was Mr. Steward's attendant. After receiving the business card, he asked casually, "Why does your master want me?"

"You'll know when you go."

Putting on the pointed hat, the dwarf stepped back slowly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist.

After closing the door, Ma Wei returned to the kitchen, and Levin couldn't wait to ask: "Brother, who is looking for you?"

"Mr. Steward's follower."

"That short man? What does he want from you?"

"Send an invitation."

Ma Wei stared at the business card and turned it over and over again. There was no useful information on this black business card. There was only one stamped and two superimposed M symbols, and nothing else.

It's more like a badge than a business card.

"I don't look for it sooner or later, but I'm looking for me at this time." Ma Wei squinted his eyes and said, "It seems that the theft of the factory has attracted the attention of Mr. Steward. He invited me, I'm afraid he wanted to find out about me."

Although the news that Manstein was stolen from the potion factory was suppressed, it was not difficult for the well-informed Mr. Steward to know about it. At least after the pope talked to the king, Professor James Morea was Will definitely know.

"This symbol."

Levin noticed the flipped business card in Ma Wei's hand, and frowned at the bronzing symbol on it: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Have you seen it? Where?"

"let me see"

Levin recalled it carefully, frowned and thought hard. After a while, he suddenly slapped his head: "At the banquet held by Prince Charles! The cigarette that Baron Osborne smokes has this symbol on the cigarette butt!"

The business card given by the butler is actually related to cigarettes?

Ma Wei doesn't smoke and doesn't know much about cigarettes, but he knows that every cigarette factory will leave a mark on its products, just like a trademark, to increase its popularity.

"There are not many cigarette smokers among the nobles, so I have the impression." Levin said, "Could Baron Osborne be Mr. Steward's man?"

"It's hard to say." Ma Wei shook his head: "Cigarettes are commodities, and they are sold publicly. Maybe Mr. Steward opened a cigarette factory. It just so happens that Baron Osborne likes to smoke this brand of cigarettes. I will ask Fat Orange to investigate the production later. The name of the factory where this cigarette was made."

"Ah."

"Mr. Steward can't hold back anymore, that's a good thing." Ma Wei put away his business card and said with a smile: "It seems that tonight is our chance to raid the underground laboratory!"

"Do it tonight?"

"Mr. Steward invited me to meet at the tavern in South London tonight. After he left, the underground laboratory lost its leader and was attacked. It is difficult to organize an effective counterattack. Isn't this an opportunity?"

Ma Wei has made a decision to inform Edward to attack the underground laboratory tonight!
If you want to attack the laboratory, you must first organize enough forces. Edward is indispensable, and Levin is also ready. Next
It is to gather the members of the Aurora Society scattered in London and launch a large-scale attack!

"Brother, if you go to see Mr. Steward, the Goddess must also go with her. What should we do if there is a superhuman who is difficult to deal with in the underground laboratory?"

"Who told you that I'm going to see Mr. Butler tonight?"

Levin wondered: "If you don't go to see Mr. Steward, brother, and the underground laboratory is attacked again, won't Mr. Steward suspect you?"

Ma Wei smiled slightly: "Of course Nicholas von Manstein will accept Mr. Steward's invitation to go to the South London Tavern, but the Nicholas who meets Mr. Steward can also be someone else."

"Who?"

"Dilloc Holmes!"

(End of this chapter)