The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Shit~!"

"Damn toys~!"

"Damn MI6~!"

"Damn it, how did he know we had that model...!"

Picking up the list and glancing at the names on it, Jones assured that today was the worst day and the darkest day since he was sent to the capital by Downing Street.

"Artillery reconnaissance radar, measure the impact point of the shells~!"

Even though he had no military service experience, Jones could tell that what the other party was taking this opportunity to blackmail was not a toy, but a military equipment that was only available in China. But does the country currently have this type of radar?
Jones had no way of knowing, after all, he was not a military member. Also, how did the other party know?
“Shit~!”

You can't think about things too carefully. If you do, it feels like there's a mole in Downing Street.

Patting his bald head, Mr. Jones no longer had the mood to choose what to have for afternoon tea.

The most important thing is to control this matter and minimize its impact.

Although I was unwilling to be blackmailed like this, the incident was clearly caused by MI6, but the agency had to clean up the mess for those bastards.

Jones was very hesitant, and finally just wiped his bald head and sat down at the desk with a blank expression.

The threat of that bastard is very effective. If he really dares to go to The Hague, as a father, even if he just submits an indictment, his nationality alone will attract countless attention from all over the world.

The glory of Britain and the Queen's crown will sink to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean along with this lawsuit and become the subject of countless jokes in the future.

Sighing, Jones didn't dare to bet whether the foreign affairs officer would go. In fact, even if he won the bet, it would have nothing to do with him. At most, he would help MI6 clean up the mess. But if he lost the bet, his bad-tempered father would make him receive a letter of dismissal from Downing Street.

Because this concerns a country's international honor.

"I'm just a middleman responsible for conveying messages. Why should I worry about them? It's obviously because they didn't work hard enough that they made mistakes~!"

"A bunch of damn bastards~!"

Jones figured it out. He realized that he was just an agent at an agency, not even a minister or ambassador, so why bother with so much.

There is MI6 and Downing Street, and they just need to convey the information back. Why should I bear this part of the pressure? This pressure should be borne by these two agencies.

He opened the safe in the cabinet behind him, took out the radio and turned it on. Then Jones took out the code book and compiled the file.

Along with the sound of ticking, the contact signal began to reflect continuously in the ionosphere until it reached the Far East Intelligence Center in Central, Hong Kong.

After the contact signal and the reply signal matched, the radio continued to light up green and entered the send and receive state.

"Need intelligence support, confirm whether Yuezhou Airport is closed, reply quickly~!"

"Confirmed to be closed, since the Watt flight landed, and has continued until now~!"

Looking at Xiangjiang's reply, Jones slapped his forehead heavily.

Yuezhou is very close to Hong Kong, and coupled with the continued attention of the Far East Intelligence Center personnel, it can be proved that there may indeed be problems at the airport.

Otherwise, as an important transportation hub and the only airport in the southern city with international routes, it would not have been closed until now because of a concern about radar technology.

"Have they responded to the note we sent? Will they continue to use international public opinion to exert pressure?"

Jones hurriedly wrote down the second telegram from Hong Kong and translated it with a dazed look in his eyes.

Are they still going to keep putting pressure on him, regardless of his life or death? Are they going to throw this little agent into the crater of the volcano on Nightingale Island?
"Shit, Far East Intelligence Center, you are all in the same group~!"

Since he didn't reply to the call, and the second telegram was sent impatiently, Jones could feel that the intelligence center in Hong Kong was very anxious.

He tried to get the agency to release that Watt at all costs. No, there are two of them now, including Lutz von Huedlin.

Jones didn't want to pay this price. If he was not careful, he would easily suffer bad luck.

"George Watt and Lutz von Hüderling have been arrested by their intelligence department. The official reply has been delivered to the White House. George Watt has most likely betrayed us. The items he carried caused a risk of leakage on the plane and the airport. The airport closure may be related. Among them was a foreign affairs official and his daughter~!"

After finishing this rather long telegram, Jones shook his wrist with a very subtle expression. He really wanted to see what these guys who had caused him trouble would look like when they had a headache.

"The father was very angry. He poked my chest and told me in person that he would personally take his critically ill daughter to the Hague Court. Due to insufficient training by MI6, the substances carried by Watt harmed his daughter, and he would sue our noble Queen~!" After sending the message, for some reason, Jones felt his shoulders suddenly become very relaxed. He should not bear the troublesome things himself, but should leave them to the troublesome department to consider.

He slowly took out a Dominican cigar from the drawer, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, as if he smelled the fragrance of the tropical girl's thigh.

The two telegrams were sent one after the other. Jones felt that the Far East Intelligence Center would be in a little chaos because of the second telegram. At least, it would give him enough time to smoke a cigar.

The cigar tongs were pinched with a "click" sound, and Jones also crossed his legs. The situation now was in his favor.

The Far East Intelligence Center wants him to come forward and release the two people. At present, it seems that Watt has already betrayed them. Once one of the two speaks up, things will be difficult to handle.

What's more, radiation leaks and airport closures are much more troublesome than simple espionage.

At present, there is not much hope of using external public opinion pressure from newspapers to release the two people.

Being in the middle of it myself, I understand them much better than the people in the intelligence center, and I know that they are tougher than I imagined.

The radio station really went quiet, except for the green light, indicating that the two sides were still in contact.

"Intelligence Center, MI6, you are in big trouble~!"

As if he saw the screams coming from the intelligence center at this moment, Jones took a puff of the cigar happily, letting the smoke from the cigar linger in his mouth.

Although his own failure in the rescue was a bit scary, he was even more distressed to see his colleague who lived far away in Hong Kong succeed.

It's good to fail. Only after failure will the gentlemen of Downing Street find out who is more capable of saving the jewel in the Queen's crown.

"Confirmed that George Watt has betrayed?"

With one hand holding a cigar, he smoked it happily, and with the other hand he recorded the message in the earphone. After translating it, Jones quickly replied:

"I didn't know that Watt was a secret agent of Scotland Yard.

It's pretty bad, guys!

Xu Delin’s arrest should also be related to Watt. You should think about what to do next?
If their foreign affairs personnel show up in The Hague, my God!

The whole world will know what happened at Yuezhou Airport, and perhaps we won’t need the help of public opinion anymore.”

The telegrams became more and more straightforward. Although they did not express anger, Jones used this sarcastic tone to criticize the Far East Intelligence Center and even MI6, saying that the work these people did was very disappointing.

The intelligence center responded very quickly this time. According to Jones's guess, the supervisor might have already arrived at the telecommunications room. It was obvious that they were also panicked.

"You've been deceived~!"

"I hope so. I don't want the Queen's noble crown to be covered in dust. I will send the details to Downing Street. I hope you can come up with a solution as soon as possible~!"

After sending the telegram, Jones put his legs on the desk, feeling very happy. Why could they live happily with their families in Hong Kong, enjoy the treatment of upper class people, reap the wealth of the people one after another, and have pockets full of money?

He is here, not even daring to step out of the door, living in fear of being responsible for the idiot over there, and he can't even see his wife. This is very unfair.

"STOP~!"

"Shh~whoosh~!"

Looking at the four huge letters, Jones was very happy. Those idiots in Hong Kong were anxious. If they were anxious, he could feel relieved.

"I am a Downing Street envoy, not an MI6 agent. The Queen has granted me the power to monitor the complex situation in the Far East. You have messed up and cannot resolve it through negotiation. You should go to Downing Street~!"

"Unless~!"

"They asked me if there is an artillery reconnaissance radar in the country that can test the landing point of artillery shells. They said they are interested in this technology. I can only help you up to this point, and the rest is up to you to figure out~!"

After sending the message, Jones immediately turned off the radio, leaned heavily in his chair, and the redness on his face that had risen from excitement gradually faded away.

He also didn't know whether this type of radar existed in the country, or how the people here knew about it. Anyway, the Far East Intelligence Center had no way of knowing it. If he really wanted to solve it, he would have to put in some effort.

"Guys, I don't want this to happen either. It's your fault that you got caught!"

"May the Queen bless you and wish you good luck~!" (End of this chapter)