Operation Red Book

"All clues point to the sea."

Ivy stood in front of the square table and spoke in a loud voice.

Victor stood diagonally behind Ivy, calmly gazing at the entire conference room.

The conference room was packed with people, but no one spoke.

Ivy's conclusion did not cause any ripples in the pool. The conference room was completely silent, with only the sound of raindrops outside the window.

Ivy stood at attention unconsciously, glanced left and right at the crowd, blinked twice, and finally sighed softly.

"Any questions?"

"There's a problem...Why didn't you let Joshua participate in this operation?" Holmes spoke the fastest.

“Can the question be about the action itself?”

“Isn’t this all about action?”

"I was talking about the sea, you were asking about Joshua."

"Are you the SCO or is Joshua the SCO? Why are you here and why can't Joshua be here?"

"I'm the assistant to the Chinese wharf commander, and I was also invited by the SCO leader to participate in this operation. Why can't I be here!"

"Then why can't Joshua be here?"

Holmes almost shouted, his face as black as coal and his eyes full of anger.

Ivy was obviously aroused by him. Her eyes and nose immediately turned red, and her voice trembled a little when she retorted.

"His injuries haven't healed yet. Mr. Victor has approved my application and agreed to let Joshua not participate in the operation for the time being. Why are you bothering him? Aren't we talking about the Chinese dock now?"

"Your injury is much more serious than his. His injury hasn't healed yet, let alone yours..."

"So? So!" Ivy's voice became much louder.

"Joshua is just an ordinary person. Not to mention fighting against ghosts and demons, he has never even passed the simplest physical education final exam!"

"Every time he goes on a mission, he either has broken bones or is blown half to death. I don't want him to get hurt again. Isn't that good?"

"So you feel sorry for him?"

Holmes' voice suddenly lowered. His tone did not soften because of Ivy's tears. Instead, he adopted a strange tone.

He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to Ivy's side.

"When did your relationship become so good?"

He squinted his eyes, leaned over, got close to Ivy's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them knew.

"Who are you to make decisions for him? Who are you? Aren't you just an ordinary human being?"

Ivy frowned immediately, bit her lower lip, and clenched her fists unconsciously.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were still controlled by your wife..."

"Shut up..." Ivy said, suppressing her anger.

"Mr. Holmes, please sit down first..."

There was an awkward smell of tension in the air, and Victor, noticing that something was not right, came out to smooth things over.

"Did you enjoy it? I ask you, didn't I, Joshua?"

"I said shut up..."

"Sherlock..."

"I'm asking you if the person you were with last night was that bastard Joshua!"

"boom--"

"Ms. Ivy!"

"Mr. Holmes!"

"Ah! Mr. Holmes has a nosebleed!"

"Do you think Miss Ivy will win or Mr. Holmes will win?"

"I choose Miss Ivy!"

"I choose Mr. Holmes. If you choose correctly, you have to give me 2pence."

"Ms. Ivy, please stop hitting me!"

"Stop pulling my hair, Bitch!"

"Why should I give you 2p if I choose correctly?"

"Because the mint chocolate chip ice cream at the corner shop costs two pennies."

"I'll beat you to death! Motherfxxker!"

"Mr. Holmes, please apologize!"

"No, no! I'll go get the potion!"

"no need."

"Click——"

A crisp sound rang out in the conference room, drowning out all the noise.

Jacob sat there and stretched, holding the rapidly spinning golden pocket watch.

He sighed first, then drank the coffee in front of him in one gulp and walked slowly towards the mess at the table.

The place was already in a mess.

Holmes was pinned to the ground, dark red blood from his nose slowly flowing in the air.

Ivy had a ferocious expression on her face. She grabbed Holmes' hair with one hand and strangled Holmes' neck with the other.

Crystal tears floated around Belle and Hilda.

One of them grabbed Ivy's belt, and the other pretended to leave in panic.

It was Victor and Alexander who held Holmes back.

The expressions of the two were equally calm. They said they were trying to stop the fight, but from the looks of it, they seemed to be helping Ivy hold Holmes down.

There were two children doing nothing next to them.

Thomas raised his hands high, as if he was cheering for this "game".

Luna showed no emotion, but the doll in her hand stretched its limbs wide, looking very excited.

Jacob shrugged and distanced everyone from each other.

Especially Holmes, whom Jacob put in the corner of the room.

As for Ivy, of course she is in another corner.

It was handled very quickly, and it was obviously not the first time he had done this.

Within the control range of the Son of Time, everything will be controlled by time, except him who is in charge of time and can move freely and leisurely.

He really enjoyed this feeling, the feeling of being high above and looking down on everything.

But this time it’s different. In the space controlled by the Son of Time, there is also a "strange person" who can move freely.

"Boom."

Mr. Zhu finished the tea in his hand and placed the blue and white porcelain teacup heavily on the square table in front of him.

He didn't seem to pay attention to what was happening in front of him. He just flipped through the book in his hand without looking up.

"What's wrong with you?" Jacob asked incredulously.

"It's just what you think." Mr. Zhu replied slowly.

"You? No, how could you... I, I, I still..."

"Click——"

"Oh!"

Before Jacob could finish, Mr. Zhu snapped his fingers.

The control set by the Son of Time was suddenly lifted as Mr. Zhu snapped his fingers. Almost everyone stumbled and screamed in pain.

Except for Jacob, who was standing in the center of the room, and Mr. Zhu, who was being stared at by him.

"Ivy, come, sit here with me."

Mr. Zhu still didn't raise his eyes. He called Ivy over and took out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his robe.

"Wipe your face and fix your hair."

Ivy did as she was told, and the others returned to their seats in silence.

After everyone was seated, Mr. Zhu closed his book, crossed his legs and looked at Victor who was standing in the center of the conference room.

"Don't waste your time. I only have one request. Do not harm the people in my Chinese wharf, especially those innocent residents."

"But..." Victor replied, "What about those who rebelled?"

"They..." Mr. Zhu lowered his head and thought for a while, "After all, they are also our brothers in the Chinese dock..."

“But they are no longer human.”

Ivy tidied her frizzy hair and spoke calmly.