Operation Red Book

Chapter 227 Visitors from the loophole 2

"First, we did meet in the Freesia Cafe downstairs. You were wearing a loose black dress and a tasseled wizard hat. You already knew where Johns' newspaper office was."

"Women have many clothes in their wardrobes. Are witches not allowed to have clothes of different colors?"

"You didn't answer my question directly. That's okay. I know you will refute my argument."

"But I must tell you that a beautiful Latina like you would have a 97 percent success rate even if a drunkard who happened to pass by the glass cabinet a week ago were to identify you."

The corners of Beatrice's eyes and mouth twitched several times, and she looked Moriarty up and down with a sharp gaze.

"Secondly, Ms. Bell's family moved to London from Ireland a long time ago. We have worked with her for so long and have never heard that she has a cousin from Latin America."

"That's Bel Cruz's fault, looking down on us Colombians just like you arrogant British people."

"I'm sure this is not Ms. Bell's fault... First of all, you said you were Colombian at one moment and your relatives from Ireland at another moment, which is inconsistent..."

"Well, I'm a cousin from Colombia who married someone from Ireland. Is that a contradiction?"

Beatrice's voice became impatient, but to Moriarty it sounded like an angry excuse.

"Even if you were a Colombian who married into Ireland, the address Ms. Bell would give you would only be her home in London, not the Johns newspaper office which is not open to the public."

Hearing this, Jacob and Thomas took a deep breath, while Joshua nodded slowly. As if he had thought of something, his breathing suddenly stopped for a moment, and he silently withdrew from the battlefield filled with smoke.

"Third, since your purpose was to send local specialties to Ms. Bell, didn't you contact her in advance? Ms. Bell left right before you infiltrated Johns Newspaper. Isn't this a bit too coincidental?"

"The letter I wrote to her won't arrive until tomorrow. Who knows which iceberg in the Pacific Ocean the ferry carrying the letter will hit."

"It's been a while since you came to London from Mexico, at least a month."

Jacob and Thomas gasped again. Alexander on the ground gradually woke up. He frowned in confusion, somewhat not understanding the situation at the scene.

"I love Mexican nachos very much. It's a family tradition. Sorry, my grandfather fought in Mexico when he was young."

"When I was a kid, there was a lady in my family who loved to travel around. Even when she went to St. Petersburg, she would bring me a bag of Mexican tortilla chips."

"That aroma mixed in with the 'family secret recipe' is really the 'Moriarty family secret recipe' that prevents me from fainting."

"As for why I infer that you have been here for a month..." Moriarty took out several newspapers from his pocket.

"It's a truism from Shakespeare's time that murderers love to return to the scene of their crimes. By the way, you should really count the number of newspapers reporting on your beautiful backside."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Beatrice's eyes. She curled up the corners of her mouth and sneered.

"Why didn't I realize just now that you are so sexy, even more sexy than the priest next to you who is wrapped in a full body."

"I?"

Jacob was suddenly horrified, as if he had heard the news of the end of the world. He stepped back in panic, took out the Bible and the cross, and began to pray on the spot.

"I dare not speculate on you, but so many people lost their lives in one night that it is hard for me not to think about the collection of souls."

The air stagnated again. There was no sound around. The whole street was as quiet as a ghost town.

"Let me summarize it in the end..." Moriarty put away the newspaper and said slowly.

"This lady does know Bell, but she is definitely not here to meet Bell. She belongs to a hostile organization, perhaps GH, or perhaps something else."

"Luna and Hilda are handling a soul harvesting incident in Edinburgh, and Jacob just received a letter from them requesting support..."

Therefore, you received an order from your superiors to try to enter Johns' newspaper office in order to cut off support from the rear, right?"

"Luna and the others sent a signal requesting backup? Why did they tell me only now?"

Alexander was completely awake at this time. He nimbly jumped up from the floor, picked up his wrist armor and was about to walk out.

"Wait, Mr. Alexander!"

Before Moriarty could say anything, Joshua stopped Alexander from walking out.

"You can't get out."