Operation Red Book

Chapter 515: Looking for Explosives 2

"I don't think this strategy will work, Ivy-chan."

Ivy wrapped herself in Holmes' coat and listened carefully to Lestrade's mumbling.

She sat on the edge of the stage, her legs tangled together and dangling.

The winter night was cold after all. Ivy's clothes were wet and not dry yet. The cold wind blew and she shivered. She chattered and asked:

"What strategy? Dear Inspector."

"That's it..." Lestrade pointed at the bustling market and said in an exaggerated tone, "It's too dangerous to let untrained civilians look for explosives and dangerous individuals!"

“The power of the people is infinite, not to mention that thousands of people gathered together are like matches held together, the flame ignited is far greater than that of a candle.” Ivy retorted.

"But does this work?"

Lestrade crossed his arms and frowned. He looked around and saw that there was no one around except Ivy.

"How long has it been? You haven't received any explosives..."

"It's not even the first ten minutes, Inspector. I set the time to be half an hour."

Ivy smiled with her teeth showing. She always relaxed a lot in front of Lestrade's fatherly warmth.

"Please tell me the total amount of explosives. Those wardens are veterans who have worked for more than 10 years. If they use a little force, no one can last more than 20 minutes..."

Before he finished speaking, Lestrade's face turned pale unnaturally. Perhaps he recalled the bad memories during the interrogation. Even in the cold wind, he felt a little nauseous unconsciously.

"Ahem..." Trying hard to suppress the discomfort, Lestrade whispered a number: "30."

"Except the one you found, there are 29 more."

"Okay!"

"But we didn't find out the exact location. We only know that each explosive is very well hidden... Ivy, don't hold your hopes too high. Unlike our police dogs, those pampered puppies don't have much ability..."

Lestrade said disdainfully.

"Those hollow guys did a good job of collecting the money, but I feel sorry for the girls who were molested by the hooligans. Those bastards insisted on lifting people's skirts and touching their waists, and even didn't let go of my 84-year-old mother. These bastards..."

"I'm really sorry, but there's no other better solution right now."

Ivy took a sip of the hot tea in her hand, and her speech became much clearer.

"The soul was taken away and the body was repaired. This trick seems familiar. The puppets that once wreaked havoc on the Chinese docks were like this. I have experienced it myself and know how terrible these people are. So I must be prepared this time..."

"What should we do with the Hollow Men we caught? They are so dull that they don't even look at us or talk."

"Follow Bofu's instructions and lock them up in the prison at the bottom of the ship first. They have deceived several people and headed for the guillotine. They are only dumb now. Who knows if they will grow fangs and explode on the spot in the next second..."

After saying that, Ivy and Lestrade laughed together. The moonlight shone on their faces, revealing their fatigue from the past few days.

"Inspector, I have another question..."

Ivy returned the empty bamboo teacup to Lestrade and said with a smack of her lips.

"Did the two wardens find out who the man's accomplices were? Did he say anything about the government?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lestrade's face, which had finally regained its rosy color, turned pale again.

"I was just about to ask, that guy fainted..." He stammered, his features wrinkled, "When the warden wiped the blood off the tongs, I suddenly wanted to go out and enjoy the sea breeze, so I came to you..."

Hearing this, Ivy burst out laughing, and everything she wanted to say was expressed in her smile.

"Inspector..."

"Well……"

Lestrade looked very reluctant to face it. The two men were in a stalemate for a while. When the hands of the watch reached the hour, Lestrade finally compromised and moved dejectedly towards the ship on the riverside step by step.

Ivy, who was watching from the spot, just smiled and shrugged, waiting patiently for the delivery of the explosives.

As expected, the power of the masses is infinite. Within ten minutes after Lestrade left, groups of anxious people brought a total of 50 "explosives". After eliminating those unqualified counterfeits, there were 8 explosive packs around Ivy.

Another five minutes passed, and the number of explosives piled around Ivy reached 18.

Among them, four explosives were found on the stage where Ivy was, one was placed backstage, one was placed in the performance room, one was hidden at the bottom of the stage, and one was buried in a pile of clothes in the dressing room.

In short, each explosive was hidden extremely secretly, which made Ivy even more certain that the other party hated the Chinese wharf.

Gradually, more and more people gathered in the square, and they were discussing things with each other fiercely. Some of them held a handful of money in their hands, with a blush on their faces; others kept yelling, with their brows furrowed so much that they could kill a mosquito.

As time passed, people slowly gathered together, and the empty square suddenly turned into a dense wall of people, and Ivy's body began to heat up.

Finally, in the last half minute, a group of blue kids holding dynamite rushed onto the stage from all directions.

"Ms. Ivy!"

A childish voice came, familiar yet distant.

"Henry!"

Ivy quickly squatted down and hugged the "Smurf" who was running towards her in surprise, and rubbed her against Henry and little fat boy Luke's soft hair again and again.

The children in the Florence Orphanage have grown taller and stronger. It can be seen that the new director Grace has taken very good care of them.

The blue kids surrounded Ivy and presented her with their "trophies".

Ivy counted and there were eight in total, making her the well-deserved champion.

"Congratulations!"

"Why!"

But before Ivy raised the horn in her hand, the shrill sound from below came again, like a fierce black wind.

"There are so many of them! It's not fair!"

"That's right! Why!"

"Shadow!"

"unfair!"

"I said this woman is a liar!"

The people in the darkness created a huge wave again, and the children standing with Ivy suddenly became at a loss.

A four-year-old girl was frightened and burst into tears, but the people below became even more excited, as if they wanted to compete with the child's crying.

"Uuuuuuuuuu——"

"Not fair! You little brats!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa -"

"Why are these brats number one?"

"Uuuuuuuuuu——"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

"Fuck you! If anyone screams again, I'll arrest him and throw him to Buckingham Palace so that Queen Victoria can personally award you a hundred thousand pounds in cash! You evil bullshit!"

Ivy cursed loudly, pointing her finger angrily at a point in the crowd.

The next second, the lights on the stage all shone in the direction Ivy pointed, and several lights shone on a tall man, illuminating his entire body.

He was a well-looking man with a flat beard, and his gelled hair and neat tie showed that he was either rich or noble.

Suddenly realizing that he was illuminated, he was a little dazed, and then he was hit by a strong sense of guilt.

When he was hiding in the darkness just now, he was indeed the leader and the happiest one.

"I……"

"You! It's you! You were hiding and thought I couldn't find you, right?"

Ivy didn't give the other party a chance to quibble and shouted at the top of her voice.

"I said before the start that you can form a team but you can't rob. These are a group of kids under 12 years old. They were able to win because of their unity and wisdom. What's unfair about that!"

"them……"

"They followed the rules, didn't harass or threaten anyone!"

When the words "harassment" and "threat" were mentioned, the stage lights moved away and shone on a thin elderly man and a short, fat middle-aged man.

Seeing everyone's unanimous gazes on them, they lowered their heads in embarrassment, hunched over and left the scene.

"More than 8 children found 4 in total, far more than the second place of . If they are not the first place, who else can be the first place?"

"One hundred thousand pounds donated to the Florence Orphanage is only enough to cover three months of food expenses. Do you have the guts to yell here? Do you have the guts to comfort the child you made cry?"

Ivy shouted indignantly, her voice sonorous and powerful as she pushed the crying little girl against herself.

"I told you, if you have any objections, come up and confront me. Don't hide down there. Do you think you are Batman and you are pretending to be Captain America?"

"Anyone want to come up and talk? 1! 2! 3!"

"No, Uncle Zhang, come here and give me the money! Band, play music for me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

What was that thing that whizzed by?

No one in the audience reacted, and no one on the stage reacted either. Only the symphony orchestra obeyed the command and played the joyful "Radetzky March" as soon as the words fell.

Finally, in a peaceful and hazy atmosphere, Uncle Zhang walked onto the stage with boxes of silver.

He directed the men who were moving the boxes, placing the largest box in front of the Smurf, the second box in front of an old woman carrying a baby on her back, and the third box in front of six patched workers.

The white silver was neatly placed in the box, making people's faces shine, so beautiful.

The host returned to the stage again with a loudspeaker in hand. Looking at his bulging trouser pockets and his more relaxed speaking, he must have gotten a lot of unexpected money.

"You embezzled public funds without permission. Mr. Zhu will kill you first when he returns..."

As Ivy watched the explosives being carefully placed in the empty box, Uncle Zhang's faint voice came to her ears.

She was shocked. Although she had prepared herself to be scolded, Ivy couldn't help but twitch her eyelids when she heard Mr. Zhu's name.

"Then you have to help me put away all his swords in advance..."

"Humph!"

Uncle Zhang ignored Ivy's joke. He waved his hand and walked away with the box full of explosives behind his back.

What follows is the voting and counting of votes for the performance competition, which is not Ivy's task.

She sighed deeply, and walked down the stairs slowly with a serious expression.

28 explosives, one more missing...

It doesn't matter, the person who placed the explosives must know where the last one is...

She was going to find it now.