Operation Red Book

Chapter 506 Princess Constance

"Oh my God! How could this happen? Fortunately we arrived in time!"

Inspector Lestrade sighed with red eyes.

"Thank you, Inspector Lestrade." Ivy panted weakly, looking dazed, "and Mr. Adjutant."

Lestrade's adjutant was a dark-skinned young man. Under Lestrade's instructions, he helped Ivy treat her wounds simply.

Hearing Ivy's thanks, the usually taciturn adjutant lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth as a return gift to Ivy.

His movements were swift and skillful, but the strength and technique he used to treat the wound were gentle and soft, completely different from his tough appearance.

There was a cut on Ivy's forehead, and a big lump formed around the cut, squeezing half of her face and leaving a large bruise around her right eye.

The vision of her right eye was reduced by half, and all she could see were blurry blocks of color. She simply asked her adjutant to seal her right eye with a bandage.

After cleaning up some scrapes on the hands and knees, the injuries were not serious.

But external injuries are easy to treat, but internal injuries are difficult to deal with.

The man kicked Ivy hard in the abdomen several times, and she was still trembling all over.

In her condition, she couldn't even think of sitting up, let alone standing up and walking around.

"What the hell is this! Explosives?! Weren't we told to be more careful with the security check at the entrance? How could you let this stuff get in here?"

On the other side, Lestrade was furious while holding the confiscated explosives.

Ivy's attention was attracted by him, but when she raised her head, a sapphire blue glowing tail like a meteor came into her sight.

She was a tall and strong foreign woman with dark skin, a high nose bridge, a high ponytail that fell to her hips, shiny and curly, and smooth muscle lines against the fabric.

She must have some Spanish blood, Ivy thought to herself.

As if she felt Ivy's gaze, she tilted her head and slowly turned around, her sea-blue eyes staring straight at Ivy, scaring the latter so much that she immediately looked away.

But even though it was just a panicked glance, the woman's face was deeply engraved in Ivy's mind:

At first glance, Ivy thought it was a man, because her eyebrows were thick and black, with the brow peaks high and gathered like a sharp knife, matching her pair of slender and upturned phoenix eyes.

But then, the small, round chin and the slender, clear neck pulled Ivy back from her judgment. Above the neck, the woman's jawline was not very obvious; above the chin, her lips were slightly thick, and although there was no expression, the corners of her mouth were raised.

The gentleness of the lower half of the face and the sharpness of the upper half collide to form a beautiful Greek sculpture.

Beauty like a spear... this description popped into Ivy's mind.

She couldn't help but look up and look over again, and her gaze met the woman's.

Only this time, there seemed to be something hidden in the woman's eyes, which was being conveyed to Ivy intentionally or unintentionally through eye contact.

When Ivy felt the strong emotions expressed in those eyes, her heart trembled and her pupils suddenly contracted.

The woman was estimated to be in her early twenties, with a pair of clear and flawless eyes, but Ivy's eyes, which were looking at her at the moment, contained tension, consideration, reluctance and sadness...

I don't know what happened to turn such a pair of clear and lively eyes into ashes after burning and dust after explosion...

As I was thinking, an inexplicable idea suddenly emerged in my mind - the heroic eyebrows, the jewel-studded sword, the Western European appearance, the extraordinary temperament, everything seemed to correspond to that unfamiliar figure...

Ivy rolled her eyes and looked at the woman again, her heart suddenly filled with turmoil.

Could she be the Luxembourg envoy, Princess Constance, whom Luna had seen walking with Joshua in Square 13?

Unconsciously, Ivy raised her left eyebrow and her lips trembled even more violently.

"Little Ivy, the stretcher will be here soon. You and the doctor uncle go to the boat to rest, and leave this to us, okay?"

Suddenly, Lestrade squatted in front of Ivy, interrupting the eye contact between her and the princess.

Due to the excitement just now, Lestrade's red cheeks have not yet faded.

Ivy's ears still hurt a little, and she looked numb and stunned for a long time before she responded to the concern in Lestrade's words.

Shaking her head was too painful, so Ivy tried to hum a syllable through her nose: "No..."

"But..." After receiving the unexpected reply, Lestrade became excited again, "What about your injury!"

"Time is running out and I have important things to do." Ivy said, looking at the princess standing in the distance.

"This is nonsense! Little Ivy, nothing is more important than your health!" Lestrade said anxiously.

"There is a bomb here. It's very dangerous. You are injured. I will get you out first and then notify Scotland Yard to come and rescue you. Okay?"

"It's about the bomb that I have to deal with... This is a test set by Mr. Zhu... It's to see if I will run away from the battlefield..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ivy pouted her lips and was about to cry.

Tear attack is always Ivy's tried and tested weapon. As expected, her "pitiful" appearance made Lestrade feel heartbroken.

"damn it!"

He covered his mouth and uttered an unclear curse word, then turned around and held Ivy's trembling hands with heartache.

"But what can you do in this state?"

Ivy did not reply. She turned to look at the adjutant beside Lestrade and said with a smile:

"Mr. Adjutant, you are a retired military doctor, right? You are so skilled in handling the case. You must be carrying military painkillers with you."

"I……"

Being suddenly called by Ivy, the adjutant instinctively straightened up, with a panicked expression on his face, and his eyes kept moving back and forth between Ivy and Lestrade.

"I brought five, sir," the adjutant said honestly, although his expression was very embarrassed.

"But this is only used when necessary. The girl's physical fitness is different from that of the soldiers on the front line. This will cause irreversible damage to her body..."

"Please give me one, just one..." Ivy interrupted with a tough attitude.

"Little Ivy..."

Lestrade still wanted to dissuade her, but when he saw Ivy's determined eyes, he knew that Ivy had made up her mind and no one could persuade her to change her mind.

She is a smart girl. Although she is inexperienced, she sticks to her beliefs and principles.

This reminded him of Sherlock Holmes, who was also like that, sticking to his heart and doing what he said.

For some reason, the two figures overlapped together. Looking at the shadow of Sherlock Holmes emerging on Ivy, Lestrade couldn't help but repeat the sigh "I have learned bad things" over and over again in his heart.

After sighing for a few seconds, Lestrade finally compromised and stood up to make room for his adjutant.

"You do it."

"Yes, sir."

Finally, after one injection, Ivy's trembling was relieved a lot. After sitting for a while to catch her breath, Ivy stood up with the help of her adjutant.

Her abdomen was in excruciating pain and her head was swollen. Feeling top-heavy was not a good thing. Although she stood up, she staggered as she walked.

"It will take some time for you to walk freely. In the meantime, please let the officers from Scotland Yard escort you there."

The adjutant supported Ivy and advised her seriously.

"No." Ivy refused without even thinking about it.

This was something she had decided long ago. The people at Scotland Yard should do their job conscientiously and quickly maintain order in the market and protect the safety of the people. They should not waste time on her.

After saying that, she raised her hand tremblingly and pointed at the man lying in the distance.

"Is he dead?"

"He passed out from the pain, and his broken arm needs to be treated quickly."

Lestrade said with his hands on his hips. He glanced at the man on the ground and then at the woman in blue standing in the distance.

The woman in blue was polishing her diamond-encrusted sword, the same one that had struck the shovel at the critical moment and saved Ivy.

When Lestrade was on patrol, she suddenly jumped out from halfway, left a sentence "Miss Ivy is in danger" and ran away in a hurry. By the time Lestrade reacted, she had already disappeared without a trace.

It was not until Lestrade finally spotted Ivy and pulled out his pistol from a distance that the woman jumped out again, swung her sword like a brave beast, and hit the target at once.

Thinking of this, Lestrade's eyes changed as he looked at the woman. His expression was complicated, and there was great distrust in his pupils.

"Please spare his life and bring him to Uncle Zhang in Shisanfang. I will trouble you to help Uncle Zhang send him to the cell at the bottom of the cabin..."

"Don't worry about the rest. There is a warden sent by the British government. This person involves state secrets, so they will take care of it."

Ivy said a series of words in one breath and seemed to have recovered a lot.

"Okay, but..." Lestrade hesitated, "Where are you going? I'll ask my adjutant to take you there..."

"No need. Mr. Adjutant has to make sure that person doesn't die on the road..." Ivy smiled and said.

"I'm going to the competition stage in the center of the market. It's the highest there, the voices are louder, people gather there, and the most people can hear me. It's the best choice at the moment."

"Ah! And please give me the dynamite..."

"No, this is too dangerous. What do you want this for?"

Lestrade frowned and refused righteously.

He didn't know what Ivy was up to, but his intuition told him that it must be very dangerous.

"I'm going to use this as a reference. If you think it might hurt someone, just use a knife to cut open the package and pour out all the gunpowder inside!"

Ivy shrugged and said nonchalantly.

This request was easily met. The police officer holding the dynamite took out a knife and neatly poured all the gunpowder in the dynamite onto the ground.

Lestrade's expression was stern. He was silent for a long time, but he finally handed the empty shell of explosives to Ivy and raised his eyebrows:

"Anything else you want, little sir?"

"Nothing."

"Are you going to crawl onto the stage on all fours to perform without my officers' help?" Lestrade asked jokingly, lowering his eyes.

"My performance is over. As for how I should proceed..."

Ivy smiled and looked at the blue figure in the distance.

"I think Princess Constance, who has been standing there, would be happy to help me..."

After saying that, Lestrade and Princess Constance were both startled and looked at Ivy with wide eyes.

"Princess Constance... Is that the famous Princess Constance who was received by Her Majesty the Queen herself when she was the envoy from Luxembourg visiting England?"

Lestrade shouted like thunder.

He looked at the blue-dressed woman behind him in disbelief. His previous defenses had long since disappeared. The complex look in her eyes that appeared again was replaced by doubt, surprise, and admiration...

Ivy pursed her lips and nodded seriously, her eyes meeting the princess's surprised gaze again.