British 1986

The middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed up the frame, picked up the book on his lap and explained: "Your Excellency, two days ago, Robert Maxwell, the owner of the Mirror, a Czech Jew, was found dead in his car. On the yacht.”

"The boss of the Mirror? He's dead? What does it have to do with me if he dies?"

Allen's current mood is a little irritable. Anyone who hasn't woken up in the morning and has to be pulled up to catch a plane will be in a bad mood.

What's more, he didn't even remember the name of this dead person, so he was a bit baffled.

"He went to Wales for vacation this time. He did not bring a bodyguard but drove his yacht to go fishing by himself. He set off from Cardiff Port. When he was discovered, his yacht was still in the inland waters of Bristol Bay, away from Cardiff. He died on the yacht not far from Diff Harbor."

The middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at Allen calmly.

In a place like Wales, poverty sometimes has its benefits. For example, the scenery in Wales far exceeds that in England. The environment is good, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. It is very suitable for wealthy people who have high work pressure and don’t want to travel far to come here for vacation.

In addition, the public security in Wales is better, even though they are closer to Northern Ireland, they are still safer than England.

In addition, prices here are slightly cheaper than in England, and land prices are also cheaper.

As a result, many wealthy people buy properties in Wales and occasionally come to Wales for vacation.

Although there is a relatively fierce family up there, they have no grievances and are rarely seen. With their family under their control, it will save them a lot of trouble when they come here.

As a result, it is quite common for many wealthy people to actually come to Wales for vacation.

This dead rich man was also in the same situation, but now he died in Wales, at least within Wales.

"I didn't kill him? If I want to cause trouble for him, can I let you find out?"

Allen's mind was a little confused for a while, and he thought that the rich man's identity was not simple, and now that he was dead, the higher-ups were shifting the responsibility to him.

He certainly can't admit this!

He didn't even know that person.

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The middle-aged man wearing glasses twitched his face. Allen's reaction was far beyond his expectation, which made it difficult for him to answer his words.

"Your Excellency, we did not say that you killed the person, but this person's identity is quite special. Our security department has been keeping an eye on him. Now he is dead like this. The autopsy results show that he suffered a heart attack and there were no traces of blood on his body. There were no external injuries, and there were no signs of any struggle on the boat, so..."

"oh"

Allen suddenly realized that he had a special status and a strange cause of death. Isn't that what matters?

For such a trivial matter, how about calling him back all the way?

"Then His Highness asked me to go back because of this?"

"I don't know about this. I am only responsible for explaining the specific incident to you. I don't know anything else."

"Well, then go and do your work. Call me when you get to London!"

Allen waved his hands irritably. He was still a little sleepy and there was no entertainment on the plane, so he could only continue to sleep.

I got on the plane at around 10 o'clock in the morning and arrived in London at almost 12 o'clock in the evening. There was not even time to transfer. It was a direct flight.

When Allen sat in the car and looked at London at night, he was almost stupid.

I was confused when I was flying.

This feeling of being called back by a phone call was so unpleasant. Allen also hated the dead rich man. He said, "Why don't you die? Do you have to die in Wales?"

At this point in time, we can only wait until tomorrow morning to see Boss Cha. The key is...

You can obviously let him sleep a little longer, why does it have to be so urgent?

Can't you just call again in the afternoon?

St. James's Palace is located next to St. James' Park in the city center and is close to Buckingham Palace.

Next door is Clarence House. Originally, Boss Cha’s official palace should be Clarence House, but now the Queen Mother has been living in Clarence Palace. Boss Cha doesn’t come here very often. This time he asked Alan to come back. Let him come directly to St. James's Palace next door.

St. James's Palace is more formal. There are usually very few office staff here. It is generally a ceremonial place where foreign envoys and ambassadors submit important documents such as credentials. Except for this, there are relatively few people at other times.

After a night's rest, Allen's condition has returned a lot. He has also read the newspapers in the past two days. There are various speculations about the mysterious death of the rich man.

Allen was not familiar with him entirely because they were in different classes.

This thing is a bit like the Internet era. Those big factory bosses who often appear online are relatively well-known. Some may not even have high assets, but they are well-known.

But Allen is an industrial aristocrat. Except when he is making movies or doing "good deeds", he keeps a low profile at other times. He is not in the same circle as ordinary wealthy businessmen. Even if they are rich, they cannot join the aristocracy. In this circle, we basically don’t interact with each other.

"Come back? Sit down!"

In the temporary study room, Boss Cha was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and was reading a document. There were several people sitting on the sofa next to him, including a middle-aged man in military uniform and a short, fat middle-aged man. There was an old acquaintance of Allen sitting closest to the door - Commissioner Hughes.

"Your Highness!"

Allen said hello, glanced at a few other people, and then sat on the sofa on the other side of Boss Cha, waiting for Boss Cha's orders.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of documents being placed on the coffee table, Boss Cha took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly and said, "I've been busy these two days, and there are some things that I need you to come back and handle in person. Specifically, this is from the security department. Director Smith, let him talk to you."

"Sir Allen, uh. I believe you have roughly understood the situation on the way back. This Robert Maxwell is very important to us. He provided us with some very important information in the 1980s. He also provided some intelligence about the Middle East in 2018, but we have always suspected that he is also related to other forces."

As soon as Boss Cha finished speaking, Director Smith beside him began to introduce the situation without waiting for Allen to react.

"You mean he is a spy? Not a wealthy businessman?"

It was the first time Allen had experienced this kind of thing, and his curiosity was overflowing.

"Yes, and he has many sides. The wealthy businessman is only his superficial identity. He is also related to the other side before the disintegration, but now he is dead."

Smith gave Allen a detailed explanation of the identity of Robert Maxwell.

This guy's experience is a bit legendary. He joined the army in his early years, just in time for World War II. Anyway, after hanging out on the front line for a while, he was considered to be recruited by the French army. Finally...

Following the famous Dunkirk evacuation, they all retreated to Liverpool, and then were absorbed by the British. In this way, they became British along the way.

But because he was a foreigner, even if he was recruited, he could not go to the battlefield. He could only do some hard work, equivalent to the type of engineering soldier. Then while working in Cambridge, he climbed up a high branch and met a widow. , and he became prosperous from then on. He became an officer, and also mixed military merits. Later, he became a member of the House of Commons!

Finally, go to sea and engage in business.

There seems to be nothing wrong with his overall resume, but the amazing thing is that he has been helped by noble people at every important time in his life.

Once or twice would be okay, if it were such a coincidence every time.

The intelligence department of Great Britain is not a freeloader!

This Robert Maxwell has been stared at not for a day or two, but for decades!

The reason why he has not been arrested is because he is loyal on the surface and has made some achievements. In addition, the intelligence department is preparing to take a long-term approach to fishing for big fish, and has always used him to release some false news to the outside world.

Anyway, the identity of Robert Maxwell can be understood as a public microphone. If it is important, it is really important.

As he later went into business, because he was a Jew, he naturally came into contact with some high-level Jews living in Britain. This line was the most important to the intelligence department.

When he was at his peak, he faced off against Murdoch head-on. He faced off against Murdoch in the BBC acquisition, but unfortunately he lost. Later, he changed hands to acquire the Mirror newspaper, which he faced off against Murdoch head-on for many years. It seems that he is not unknown in the business world.

Now this old chess piece that has been used by the intelligence agency for decades has died inexplicably!

After listening to these introductions, Allen still didn't understand the key points. What does this have to do with him?

"Don't you understand why I asked you to come back?"

Boss Cha crossed his legs and tilted his head to look at Allen, and several other people also looked at Allen.

With so many people looking at me, wouldn't it look stupid if I didn't say anything?

Allen looked at Boss Cha, then at the others, gritted his teeth, and guessed that he had to say something today!

"Your Highness, according to Smith's introduction, this Robert should be sixty or seventy years old. He is so old and so rich, but this time he drove a yacht to sea by himself. Isn't this abnormal?"

"It's not normal, but he has had this habit for twenty years. He likes to go out fishing on his yacht. According to him, he needs to be quiet, but according to our investigation, every time he goes out to sea, he will Meeting people at sea and passing on things are our default.”

Smith listened to Allen's question and answered directly.

"Oh, then why are you so sure that his death this time is abnormal? Isn't it normal for him to die of a heart attack at his age?"

"He has no history of heart disease, he has annual physicals and his personal doctor is one of ours, and we are very aware of this."

"Ah"

It was not surprising when Allen heard Smith say this. Everyone understood clearly, so it was certain that this death was abnormal.

"That is to say, he most likely went to the sea to meet people as usual, but this time he was silenced, and for reasons you don't know? So... because he died in Wales, you need my help?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Smith was not surprised that Allen could guess it. All the prerequisites had been explained, and there were no other possibilities.

"Alan, I just heard recently, are you planning to organize a party in Wales? Are you going to invite some people to your party?"

Boss Cha waited for Allen and Smith to finish talking, then changed the subject and mentioned the party and his views.

"???"

The topic suddenly changed. Although the span was long, Allen thought of something in an instant. Boss Cha, an old bastard, thought too far.

His Welsh TV station is in Cardiff!

And this Robert Maxwell went to sea from Cardiff Port, and he is now dead near Cardiff.

At this point in time.

Someone had an accident here, and he died without any signs of struggle or trauma.

When he thought that he was going to invite Boss Cha to watch the party in Wales, Allen instantly felt goosebumps on his back.

These idiots are not here for you, right?

Whether it was Boss Cha or Allen himself, or even the other guests he planned to invite to the party, he would be in trouble if anything happened to Boss Cha. If something happened to Boss Cha, he would be dead.

Is this a deterrent?

Looking at it this way, the mysterious death of Robert Maxwell is not just something that the security department needs to worry about, it is equivalent to killing the chicken to scare the monkeys!

The key is that he doesn’t even know who the other party is!

And this kind of plan that he hadn't even fully arranged yet was actually laid out in advance, this feeling.

Allen's aura changed instantly, from the lazy temperament he had just entered, to a cold one.

Someone is trying to harm him!

He raised his head and met Boss Cha's eyes. There was no fluctuation in Boss Cha's eyes. He looked at Allen and said slowly: "I don't care what you are planning to do here. You have your own arrangements, but this time with You are responsible for finding out the little mice involved in this matter, can you do it?"

"Yes! Don't worry, Your Highness! If they are in Wales, I will dig them out even if they are in Wales."

"Okay, I have other things to do, so just follow me."

Boss Cha pointed at Commissioner Hughes who was sitting in the corner and said: "His name is Hughes. You should know him. Just ask him to follow you. You two can work together. If there is anything needed, you can communicate with Smith." .”

"Okay, Your Highness, I'll do it now!"

Allen stood up and glanced at Hughes, raised his chin slightly, and gestured to him.

"I didn't expect to be able to work with you again."

After coming out of St. James's Palace and on the way back to the car, Hughes was still sitting in the passenger seat as before, twisting his body and talking to Allen who was sitting in the back seat.

"Um"

Allen lit a cigarette and scratched his chin irritably. He had promised well just now, but now...

If he is asked to catch a so-called "murderer" who doesn't know any information, where should he start?

How many people there are on the other side - I don't know.

Which faction the other party belongs to——I don’t know.

He doesn’t know anything anyway, so he has to rely on himself.

What to do?

You can't really go over Wales, can you?

Why?

Thinking of this, Allen narrowed his eyes, it seemed that it wasn't impossible.

"Xius, where do you think we should start investigating first?"

"Your Excellency, of course it's Cardiff!"