I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

When the pot of mushroom soup exuding a rich milky aroma poured down from his head, and the thick soup was still piping hot, Watson was overjoyed - it was finally here!

The soup flowed along the ends of his hair and across his face. He even took a sip of the soup that flowed to the corner of his mouth when Crowett wasn't paying attention... Well, it tasted pretty good. It seemed that the chef was at work again today.

Then he stood up angrily and stared at the blond boy with a gloating face with red eyes... Well done, boy! But don’t blame me for being too rough next time!

He restrained his strength and swung his stick violently, hitting the opponent's chin.

The blond boy just bent his arms to block his face. The strong and bulging arm muscles bulged out the slim suit, and he easily blocked the blow. Even his body remained as stable as a rock without any shaking.

Even though Watson had already restrained his strength and only used the same level as when he first returned to Fog City, he was able to block this blow so easily... This young man's physical fitness is definitely far better than ordinary people, and he can completely compare to that time. Operators of the combat troops who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Blade Leader William!

But according to Charlotte, this person was originally just a support staff temporarily assigned to her. He didn’t even have a specific name. He just moved among various positions in the Anti-Suppression Bureau with the code name X211. Later, the female detective felt that he was still Only when he is deemed useful can he apply to the bureau as an exclusive assistant.

But such excellent combat response and physical fitness are not something that a mere logistics operator can possess - Watson once witnessed the scene of the siege of William from a high position, and he knew what an ordinary logistics operator of the Anti-Suppression Bureau should look like... They are just mortals who have received a little physical and combat training. Their main tasks are still responsible for transporting items, cleaning the battlefield and various chores.

And the personal ability of the so-called mobile logistics operator in front of him is obviously beyond this range... Is he a bodyguard specially sent to Charlotte by the Anti-Suppression Bureau? Because of her status as Duke Holmes?

But X211, who now goes by the pseudonym Alvert, doesn’t have that much time to think about. He only feels that the force of the opponent’s blow is indeed quite heavy. It is hard to imagine that this is an attack from a person with limited legs and feet. The intensity was almost comparable to the usual sparring with the combat instructor... But precisely because of this, he was extremely comfortable in blocking this familiar blow.

Although Alvert didn't understand the reason why Miss Charlotte asked him to come here to provoke, but since the dispute had started, he must fight well and not lose Miss Charlotte's face.

He swung his right arm outward to block the thick cane, and thrust out a fist as straight as a sword with his backhand, directly attacking the opponent's chin, which was bound to knock the opponent unconscious in an instant.

However, the disabled veteran officer opposite was also extremely responsive and had rich experience in fighting the enemy. Facing his swift jab, he just calmly turned his head slightly and dodged it easily. He even used the opportunity of turning sideways to counterattack with his cane, hitting Alver with a heavy blow. It hit his ribs, and the stick was so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe...but only just barely.

Alvert has received training in resisting beatings. This minor injury is nothing to him. As long as it is not a serious injury that affects his ability to move, he can continue to fight with strong willpower.

But the next few back and forths made him feel that this disabled officer was really very difficult, and he had to work hard to deal with it... so as not to lose.

Three fingers in the eye, blows on the jaw, throat hits with a knife, punches on the diaphragm, Alvert even tried to despicably attack the opponent's left leg that was unable to move... But all these attacks seemed to be seen through by the opponent. , that wrist-thick cane will always be set up on his attack route in advance like a prophet.

Alvert felt a heavy sense of oppression. He only felt that he was sparring with a battle instructor who had experienced hundreds of battles at this moment. All attack methods and punch landing points were clearly guessed. No matter what he did, No matter how hard he struggled to fight back, it was all to no avail... He had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

The more he continued to fight, the more anxious and irritable he became. Although the opponent seemed to be just dodging and defending, he was staggering back, as if he would be knocked to the ground by his violent attack in the next second... He believed that the result would be the same in the eyes of others.

But only Alvert himself knew that this fight was extremely frustrating for him. He felt like a child messing around with an adult. The other party made concessions in every move and left him no mercy... He could feel that the opponent was keeping his hand from the beginning to the end, restraining himself from knocking him down quickly.

Am I really so incompetent? ! But why did the instructor say that my close combat skills are fully capable? As long as I don't encounter those monsters who have forbidden knowledge, I can already be regarded as the first echelon among the younger generation... Could the instructor be actually lying to me?

Alvert was thinking this, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the shiny silver knife on the table next to him. The blade mirror reflected his sweaty expression... He knew that if he didn't use the trick of killing people with blood, he might be killed. Defeated.

So he made a false move and missed a punch, and received another solid heavy stick on his shoulder. He used the force of his retreat to fall back and hit the table, which shocked a petite and cute lady to snicker. The sound was clearer than a bird, more mellow than an opera, and more intoxicating than red wine... It made him feel as dizzy as sipping a bottle of ice-cold whiskey.

This is... secretly transmitted magic power? ! Is this lovely lady a Tantric cultist? !

Albert looked back in astonishment, staring at the smiling girl with disbelief. Then he heard the whistling sound of wind coming from the back of his head... It was too late. He had to remind Miss Charlotte that there was an evil secret here. Believers.

He looked at the female detective who was still sitting in the corner drinking wine, and opened his mouth to shout for help, "Charlot——"

Before he could even finish his words, a heavy stick hit him on the back of the head. The precise and precise force hit him until he was dizzy. The second before his vision completely dimmed, he still felt deep in his heart. Shouting loudly, "Miss Te, go quickly!"

When the new detective assistant collapsed to the ground under the heavy blow of the previous detective assistant, Inspector Grayson, who arrived at the request of the female detective, happened to walk into the Holborn restaurant.

He looked at the brutal thug holding his cane high, and at the victim who fell to the ground. Even though both of them were familiar faces, his right palm was already resting on the gun at his waist.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

Facing the dark gun hole, the disabled officer had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.