“Woo~”

An old steam train slowly stopped beside the platform, and white steam came out from the bottom of the train, and soon shrouded the people and porters who came to pick up the station in the smoke.

"Jack, please be optimistic about our luggage. These Chinese people are not friendly to us. If you lose your equipment, damn it. I swear I will throw you into the jungle and live with those monkeys."

A middle-aged white man in a top hat in the first-class carriage stood up from his seat, folding the newspaper, and saying to the young red-haired servant beside him, his blue eyes full of sternness.

"Yes, Mr. Formosa."

The young servant known as Jack muttered, carrying his luggage, obviously not so happy, but who made Formosa willing to pay a salary of £10 a week to hire him?

This is not a small amount. The weekly salary of a skilled worker in London is only 10 pounds. Although the pound is worthy of depreciation after the war, it can still support several people in the family.

Formosa put the gentleman's single-frame glasses into his chest pocket and said coldly: "Mr. Jack, a qualified servant will never talk about his master behind his back. Am I right?"

"But Mr. Formosa, I am not your servant. The Job Institution on York Street told me at the time that you need an assistant who can accompany you to the Far East, not a servant."

Jack straightened his waist and retorted without being humble, and emphasized the tone of the word "Servant". There is a difference between the status of the servant and the master, but the assistant does not. It is not the nineteenth century now.

"Then respect your employer, too, be careful about the fragile items in your luggage, especially the test tubes and cameras inside, which is the latest technology for the Germans, and it is difficult to buy alternatives in the Far East."

Formosa wisely bypassed the discussion between servants and assistants and talked about science. A child from Lower London did not understand the difference between ordinary test tubes and supported test tubes.

This is enough to shut up the other person.

Sure enough, Jack's movements were much lighter. Humans were always willing to maintain awe of unknown things. For example, religion, in a sense, science is also a religion.

Formosa's mouth raised slightly, put the windbreaker on the hook on her body and walked out of the car first. Before she could show off her gentlemanly demeanor, she was frightened by the complex smell.

“Gaga~”

“Gee.”

People who flocked out of ordinary carriages rushed to the platform. Many people were carrying cages in their hands, containing a lot of poultry. After a whole night of accumulation, the bamboo cages were filled with excrement.

Formosa shouted in horror: "Hell, Jack, keep these people away from me, ignorant Chinese, why do they take the train with animals filled with germs?"

For an imperial nobleman who lived in the upper class of London since childhood, this scene is really unacceptable, even if the subway and trains in Britain were as dirty as in this era.

Jack seemed much calmer. He skillfully pulled his luggage of more than one person out of the car door, blocking other passengers from approaching the employer, and a helpless expression appeared on his depressed face.

This noble master of Scotland Yard was so difficult to serve. He had asked himself all the questions along the way. It was not for the sake of pounds that he wanted to punch the other party in the hateful face.

"I shouldn't have agreed to the Superintendent's request to come to this barbaric Asian country. It's faster, Mr. Assistant, where are the reception staff of the consulate, and they should come to greet me."

Formosa next to him took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust that did not exist on his shoes. Then he raised his head and looked at the messy platform. He said unhappily, the journey was really not going well.

First, the cruise ship was damaged in the Mediterranean for unknown reasons, and then encountered the legendary pirates in Malacca. Although they were not hurt, they were not pleasant memories at all.

In addition, he was about to compete with the Chinese intelligence agencies, and a policeman publicly investigated the case on the other party's territory, which was simply a death sentence. It is conceivable how bad he was.

"Please wait."

At this moment, a young man's voice came from behind. The other party's English was very standard, his tone was full of anger, and his words fiercely refuted what he had just said about China.

"This gentleman, this is a new republican country. She was under the rule of the barbarians just over 20 years ago. We just lack the necessary development time, but not civilization.

It is inappropriate for you to evaluate these ordinary people who have not received education in this way. Or do you, as a citizen of an imperial country, have natural hatred for the republic, am I right?"

When Formosa heard this, he was stunned and slowly turned his head. A decently dressed Chinese young man stood not far away, his eyes full of teasing. There were more than a dozen young men in black standing beside this person.

Damn, could it be that I had met Chinese gang members, who gave people the feeling that they were criminals in the Birmingham area, such as members of the traditional gangster family like the Razor Gang.

Elegant, yet fierce.

He frowned slightly and tried to explain in a gentle tone: "The feces of those animals carry a lot of bacteria. If a plague breaks out, everyone on the train will die.

Therefore, I have no prejudice against your country and your people, and it has nothing to do with the distinction between political systems. Young man, I don’t know your identity, but some people are not something you can offend.”

Formosa felt that as long as he revealed his identity, the other party would soon give up the entanglement. Although the empire's power in East Asia was not as good as before, it was not something that a low-level gangster could provoke.

"Oh, can't offend?"

The young man smiled slightly.

The people in black around him laughed wildly. With their identities, no one in the entire Republic of China could afford to offend him. As long as they were not royal relatives, what would it be if they killed a foreigner?

To be honest, there are many foreigners they secretly killed. They have never seen any country come to me. The special nature of work gives them special rights.

"Okay, don't laugh anymore."

After laughing, the young man raised his hand, then slowly walked to the side of Fumosha who pretended to be calm. After looking at it with interest, he touched his bare chin and said with a firm tone.

"Sir, it's probably British. Look at the luggage you carry, the freight label on it has not been removed yet. This means that you have just come to Asia from Europe and came to Jinling from Shanghai overnight."

The itinerary is so hurrying, it seems that you have something urgent to come to China, and it is a business. If it is a private matter, you will not carry so many heavy luggage boxes. The items inside must be related to work.

When you heard my voice suddenly, your first reaction was to touch the right waist. This is the standard way for the police to hold a gun, and only the police would place weapons in such an obvious place.

It is obvious that the person standing in front of me was a British Empire police detective. Considering the umbrella in the hands of this red-haired gentleman, you must be from London, yes, is it Scotland Yard?"

The young man saw through Formosa's identity in just a few words, which made the men in black behind him look admiring, thinking that this boss is much more reliable than the previous waste.

In the past, I heard from the people in the secret service that the surname Zuo was so amazing. It seemed that I could calculate where the Japanese spies were hiding with their fingers. Now that they have Chief Meng, they can show off to each other.

Yes, the young man is Meng Ting.

He returned to Jinling from Shanghai to Shanghai. As soon as he got off the train, he heard a white man making a fuss about slandering China as a barbaric country. He retorted in anger.

Unexpectedly, he met half of his colleagues. After studying at a French police academy for two years, he knew very well that Scotland Yard in the UK also undertakes part of the counter-espionage work, which is not an exaggeration to say that he is a colleague.

The question is, why did a British policeman come to the Republic of China and bring so many equipment. It seems that he intends to solve the case in the Republic of China, but Britain has no law enforcement power within the jurisdiction of the Republic of China.

So what case is the other party here to investigate? Is it related to intelligence activities? If it is related, the case may belong to the business scope of the same department, and he must investigate it clearly.

Meng Ting began to observe the person's reaction seriously. If he could not give himself a reasonable explanation, he might have to bring the British police back to the secret service headquarters for strict review.

"Yes, young man, you're right. I'm indeed a police detective from Scotland Yard. So why not let me guess your true identity, just like you Chinese say, reciprocity."

The Formosa donkey opposite him said the Chinese proverb he learned on the boat, affirming Meng Ting's guess, then took out a pipe from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and said proudly.

"I originally thought you were gang members, but the discipline and obedience shown by these gentlemen should only have such qualities in your country, soldiers, police and secret police.

Considering that you don’t have too many traces of military training and rough skin, you can rule out the identity of a soldier. At the same time, plainclothes police will not and do not have the authority to interrogate a citizen of the British Empire.

If I guess correctly, you guys are members of your country's intelligence agencies. I have heard of you. Your work is excellent and has given some necessary lessons to those Japanese short men."

"Scotland Yard is worthy of its reputation."

Meng Ting raised his thumb and said without explaining that it was the secret service's achievement. After saying that, he and Formosa looked at each other and shook hands with each other, and tacitly introduced themselves to their identities.

"Scotland Yard Inspector, Formosa."

"Agent headquarters, Meng Ting."

"Good luck."

"Good luck."

"Why don't I give Mr. Formosa?"

"So OK, thank you."
Chapter completed!