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Chapter 19 Confrontation and Ways to Break the Situation

After the telephone line in the security room was cut, Di Renjie and Lestrade finally arrived at the entrance of the hospital.

As soon as Di Renjie arrived, he discovered the abnormality inside the hospital, but the Russian spies who were standing guard outside the hospital discovered their whereabouts earlier, and went inside to report to Popov one step earlier.

"Damn, it came so fast." Popov muttered dissatisfiedly,

"What should we do now? Your Excellency." Several subordinates looked at him, waiting for him to give orders.

Popov struggled in his heart for a long time. On the one hand, the hospital was so big. He didn't believe that Holmes could hide anywhere. As long as he and his team continued to search, they would definitely find his whereabouts.But on the other hand, the police had already arrived at the gate, and it was impossible for them to openly confront the force of a country. As long as they entered the siege, they would surely die. Even if they found Holmes at that time, it would be useless.

So after thinking for a while, he decided to retreat:

"Execute the backup plan."

He glanced coldly at his subordinates. To be honest, these colleagues in London disappointed him a bit. They seemed to have forgotten the rules of St. Petersburg, and now they were grinding like hypocritical British people.

At the same time, at No. 43, Buckwheat Street, more than half an hour after Di Renjie left, the door of Yuna's bakery was pushed open again.

The person who came in was Angelina, who had just got off the train at Paddington Station. She had experienced a bumpy afternoon. She first escaped Hughendon Manor on horseback, and then changed to a train at Uxbridge. She was in a hurry all the way. Hurry up, unexpectedly only more than half an hour behind Di Renjie and the others.

"Oh, Angelina, why are you here today?" Mrs. Stubbs was a little surprised. Too many guests came to the door today, which made her usually leisurely feel uncomfortable.

"I just escaped from the old guy, and I want to ask you about the follow-up of the incident in the bar that day."

Angelina explained her reason for coming. Since she was taken away from the bar by Lord Lawton that day, she has been locked in the room. The only way to obtain outside information is to eavesdrop on the chats of the servants at home. I don't know.

"Okay, but it's probably not what you need to worry about right now," Mrs. Stubbs held Angelina's hand.

"What's wrong?" Stubbs' tone made Angelina feel a little uneasy.

"Your two waiters, one of them...or possibly two together, were captured by the Russians. Judging from the information Mr. Watson asked just now, it is estimated that they did not survive."

Angelina's eye circles immediately turned red, and faint tears flashed in her eyes: "What's going on?"

She has been running the bar for more than a year, and the staff in the bar are all treated by her as her own partners. Now that she suddenly heard such sad news, it was hard for her to accept it for a while.

While comforting Angelina, Mrs. Stubbs told her about Di Renjie being hunted down just now and what happened afterwards.

"Son, I know this is hard to accept, if you want, just rest here with me, I'll make you a cup of tea, you take it easy..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stubbs," Angelina reorganized her emotions while listening to the news, "but no need, what I want to do most now is to find them, even if they are just corpses."

Upon hearing this, Stubbs understood in his heart that Angelina was determined to do this.So she was silent for a while, then spoke again:

"If you want to go, I can't stop you. But I hope you don't act alone. I suggest you go to John Watson. He should be at St. Bartholomew's Hospital now."

*
After Di Renjie discovered the abnormality inside the hospital, he stopped Lestrade who was about to go straight in.

Then the group of them spread out, some went to the back door, and some went to the nearest London Stock Exchange to borrow a phone.

"There are two guards at the door, and there are 3-4 secret whistles that can be seen in the upstairs window. It's hard to confirm the exact number." Lestrade put down the binoculars in his hand and said to Di Renjie.

"Does the hospital have a back door?"

"I remember it. Two police officers have been sent to look at it." Lestrade handed the binoculars to Di Renjie, "You want to see it."

"Of course, thank you." Di Renjie raised his binoculars and quickly scanned the entire hospital.

St. Bartholomew's Hospital is a classical hospital, which consists of several Baroque buildings, surrounded by gardens and walls. The main entrance of the hospital and the main entrance of the garden are located in the same direction, and the distance between the two is only ten or so step.

At this time, through the binoculars, Di Renjie could vaguely see a few figures swaying behind the main entrance and upstairs windows, as if they were also observing the outside.

"How soon will our reinforcements arrive?" Di Renjie asked while observing.

"The officers who just called the Stock Exchange are back, so Scotland Yard reinforcements should be on the way in 10 minutes."

"Your Excellency Lestrade, there is something new inside."

"What's the matter?" Lestrade hurriedly looked over, and saw several masked men holding guns, escorting two doctors out of the main entrance of the hospital.

"Damn it," Lestrade waved his arms angrily. What he was most worried about had happened. Right now, this case might directly rise from a spy kidnapping case to a large-scale public safety case.

"Listen up, people from Scotland Yard," a masked man pointed a gun at the hostages and shouted at Lestrade, who was obviously the highest rank in the group, "if you dare to step forward, I will kill you." Kill this hostage, and if you dare to step through the gate, everyone in the hospital will be buried with him."

"Don't doubt our ability to execute, after all, we have plenty of hostages in our hands."

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"What should we do?" Lestrade looked at Di Renjie, but he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and he didn't believe that Di Renjie could do anything.

It's a little strange. Di Renjie didn't answer Lestrade's words. He had encountered enough critical moments in his previous life, and he knew very well that the more critical the situation, the more he had to hold his breath.

And it was in this calm state of mind that he was keenly aware of a trace of disharmony.

First of all, the purpose of these Russians is very simple, that is, to know the contents of the letter, and since they want to know the contents, they must send the contents back to St. Petersburg in order to complete the task.

But the current situation is that, on the surface, they seem to have deterred the police with hostages, but in fact they have bound themselves in the hospital. Once the reinforcements from Scotland Yard arrive, what is the point of getting the contents of the secret letter? Woolen cloth?

Then, the only possible explanation is that these people who stayed in the hospital were just the bait left by the other party's tail-docking to survive, and the real core figures might have been transferred long ago.

And if this conjecture is true, the gangsters bluffing at the entrances at this time are likely to be all the staff left by the other party in the hospital. In other words, the defense force inside the hospital will be extremely limited.

Therefore, in this case, as long as one's own side can project a little power into the hospital, it can destroy the opponent's arrangement from the inside.

But the premise of this plan is, how can we sneak into the hospital without being noticed?
If it was Di Renjie in the past, he would definitely not have considered such a high-risk solution, but now he is no longer the old self of the past, but a true transcendent.

His eyes searched back and forth across the hospital, and suddenly, a bright light caught his attention.

It was a floor-to-ceiling mirror installed in the hospital corridor, reflecting the sun's brilliance through the glass window.

*
At this time, outside a cafe less than 200 meters away from St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Mycroft Holmes gently stirred the coffee in his hand with the coffee spoon in his hand.

A member of the Security Bureau wrapped in a black windbreaker approached,

"Your Excellency, the Russians who followed John Watson before have been arrested, and the other party resisted to a certain extent, and we shot and killed three people in the process."

"So now there are only the ones in St. Bartholomew's Hospital left?" Mycroft took a sip of coffee with a relaxed expression.

"Yes sir."

"Then close the Internet cafe." Mycroft drank his coffee in one gulp, stood up, straightened his suit jacket, put on a black round cap, and walked towards the hospital:
"Have you seen it, everyone? Her Majesty's subjects need to be guarded by her reliable civil servants after all."

(End of this chapter)