Chapter 29: Luxurious Lineup

"You are finally here, Agent Bob. It seems that CIA people still have a sense of time."

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, he was coldly looked at by Starling.

Facing the malice from the FBI, Bob, as the ace agent of the CIA, was not polite and also spoke with thorns.

"No matter what mission you are carrying out, time is the most important link. Coming early or late may cause trouble."

While the two were talking to each other, Gordon took this opportunity to look at the two carefully.

Bob is the ace of the CIA. He has carried out countless high-risk missions and has never failed. His skills are absolutely top-notch and his temper seems to be good. Although he and Starling are making sarcastic remarks, his expression on his face is quite kind and amiable.

As for his appearance, Bob looks relatively ordinary and his height is not very tall, only 173. The most prominent feature is probably the big nose under his eyes.

Overall, Gordon has a good impression of Bob.

As for Starling, she is much younger than Bob. Although she is not an ace agent in the FBI, she is not small in reputation. She is the most well-known agent of the FBI.

Of course, her ability is also outstanding enough, otherwise she would not be asked to assist Gotham in strengthening protection work. The reason why her position is not high is other than her ability.

Gordon can see that although the two people are not forgiving in words, there is no real malice between each other. It is more like the FBI and CIA's usual "friendly communication" mode.

"Agent Bob, I heard that you have been thinking about retirement for a long time. Why are you still working in the CIA? Is there no one in the CIA except you, so your director is unwilling to let you retire?"

Starling smiled friendly.

"In fact, this is the last mission I will perform, because my retirement application has been approved."

Bob showed the same smile.

"After retirement, I plan to run a fountain pen shop. I have even found a location for the shop."

"However, compared to the CIA, it seems that your FBI is the one that no one can bring out. To protect Her Majesty Elizabeth, you should send your strongest personnel."

"Ha, you are right, but I am confident that I can be promoted to this task better than others."

Starling's eyes showed a fighting spirit.

"But I heard that you haven't caught the criminal who started the case that made you famous yet."

"Hannibal is not an ordinary criminal. I will find him sooner or later. I firmly believe that I am the only one in the world who can catch him."

Starling didn't care about Bob's words, but said firmly.

"Ha, I think so, Ms. Starling."

"There are not many people in the world who dare to commit crimes in front of the queen of a country, so this mission should not be as difficult as we imagined."

Quite without thinking, the tit-for-tat momentum of the two people dissipated, and they actually began to communicate relatively normally.

"I wish Agent Bob a happy retirement in advance."

Starling smiled.

"Well, both of you, let's stop chatting and get to work." Gordon stepped forward at the right time and interrupted the two.

GCPD worked with Bob and Starling to arrange various arrangements, consider any possible situations and provide response plans.

During the discussion, Starling's ability was indeed reflected. Her calmness and wit left a deep impression on Gordon.

Bob's considerations were not as wide as Starling's, but he could always find loopholes and fill in the gaps.

On the other side, in London, Country Y, Queen Elizabeth was about to board the plane, accompanied by a team of well-trained bodyguards, all of whom were agents from MI7.

However, Her Majesty the Queen herself seemed dissatisfied with these bodyguards.

"Pamela."

Queen Elizabeth's calm voice came out.

Then, a middle-aged woman appeared in front of the Queen and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am here. May I ask what instructions you have?"

"You are the head of MI7. This time I am going to Gotham, and you will arrange the protection personnel during the trip, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, those present are the most elite agents of MI7. They must be able to protect Your Majesty."

"Hehe~" Queen Elizabeth smiled lightly, "The most elite? Not necessarily."

"Johnny English, why don't I seem to see him here?"

Hearing this name, Pamela's body trembled. She gritted her teeth and said: "Johnny's ability is not enough to take on this important task. In fact, he should be the least reliable agent of MI7."

"Your Majesty's safety is of vital importance. How can he..."

"Enough! Pamela!"

Queen Elizabeth said sternly.

"I don't want to pay attention to your disgust for your subordinates. I only know that Agent Yingli made great contributions in Asia not long ago, and in that operation, the 'elite' you mentioned didn't seem to do anything..."

"I decided to let Yingli be the leader of my guard for this long journey. Do you have any opinions?"

Facing the Queen's gaze, Pamela was sweating and could only nod and say, "Your Majesty, I have no objection."

Pamela winked at the assistant beside her, and the assistant hurriedly left to find Ingrid.

Not long after, a middle-aged agent who looked silly but seemed very enthusiastic appeared in front of the Queen.

"With me here, there will be no accidents on this journey. I promise you, Your Majesty!"

He patted his chest and said, his face full of excitement.

This look really didn't match the calmness of the agent, but the Queen was not disappointed. On the contrary, she liked this vigorous feeling.

It made her feel decades younger.

Queen Elizabeth set off, and her target was Gotham, a world-famous city with simple folk customs.

At the same time, just as the Queen's royal plane took off, somewhere in London.

An inconspicuous suit shop with a sign that read "Royal Gentlemen".

It was late at night in London now, and usually all suit shops would have closed at this time.

Only the "Royal Gentleman" was still brightly lit.

What was even more strange was that the next morning, the suit shop put up a sign saying it was closed for business, which lasted for several days...

Maggieson was a little confused now. He didn't know if the choice he made was the right one.

But in the end, he chose to do so.

He decided to return the golden green cat's eye to its owner before sending the third notice letter.

Oh, of course it wouldn't be Daggett. This person had a bad record. Although he couldn't be said to have done many evil things, he definitely hurt countless people.

Later, he even overestimated his own ability to cooperate with Bain, and finally died at the hands of Bain. It was really not a pity that he died.

Maggieson would not feel any guilt for stealing Daggett's things.

But not long ago, a new piece of news made him change his mind.

It turned out that this golden green cat's eye belonged to a mine owner, who later became disgraced and lost all his assets due to a serious mine collapse accident.

But it was also because of that accident that this rare cat's eye stone was able to see the light of day again.

The mine owner was unwilling to lose everything, so he auctioned the gemstone, and it eventually fell into Daggett's hands.

The auction price was 20 million US dollars, which can be called a sky-high price.

Originally, it was thought that the mine owner could use the money to make a comeback or retire directly, but the matter was far from over...