On the Influence of Valentine's Death on British Intelligence

What are you hurting?Besides, if he succeeds Arthur, the title of Galahad will be yours, and you don't want this title to fall on someone else, do you? "

Eggsy was persuaded, of course, whether he regretted pushing Harry into the fire after he found out what Arthur's job actually was was unknown.

17

In fact, being the king of the round table is not a bad thing.

Arthur only needs to complete the written work and does not need to go out to work. The work and rest time is fixed. In addition to Kingsman's salary, he can also get a salary from the National Information Security Commission. Due to his independent economic and intelligence sources, he does not need to participate in various projects. challenge.

The only downside is that you need to deal with Whitehall.

Dealing with Whitehall sounds personable, gentlemanly and decent. In fact, if all British politicians were asked to vote for "my least favorite thing", "dealing with civil servants" must be at the top of the list. By the way, No.2 It will be "learning to be a civil servant".

Eggsy doesn't know if there is such a questionnaire, if there is, he must draw a big circle on this option.He was sitting in a suit and tie in the reform club, next to the new Arthur, opposite to Sir Mycroft and Mr. Mallory. Eggsy thinks he is quite used to formal occasions now, but when he sits on the leather chair of the reform club and hears the sound of Big Ben next to his ears, he seems to have gone back to a year ago, wearing a jacket and a baseball cap to enter A gentleman's world is so formal.However, the restraint and anxiety at that time came from the level of vision, and the restraint and anxiety now come from the power gap.

And Harry was clearly comfortable with that. "Gentlemen," he picked up the coffee, "on behalf of Kingsman and myself, I would like to thank you for your generous help and selfless help. Britain can safely walk through this deep valley thanks to your loyalty and hard work. When I formally After relinquishing the title of knight and changing to the position of Arthur, I will invite everyone to have a drink."

Several civil servants toasted the Queen and Britain with coffee instead of wine.Ignoring Eggsy who was completely out of the situation, the new Arthur continued, "However, we can't ignore the shortcomings in this incident. From my personal feeling, if MI5 can find the traces of James Backer and Sebastian Moran as soon as possible, I am afraid that the whole disaster will happen." It can disappear into nothingness in time."

"Mr. Halt, I wonder if you have considered the full meaning of your words?" Sir Mycroft was personable, and his sharp gaze was directed at Harry, and Eggsy even wanted to block Harry for a moment.But the person concerned turned a blind eye and continued, "However, Sir Mycroft, Mr. Mallory, I don't know if I'm right. If MI6 discovered Valentine's anomaly in time, wouldn't we have suffered such a serious loss?"

M, who was accused, said lightly, "However, Mr. Halt, please keep in mind that MI6's duty is to protect Britain's overseas interests from being violated, not to save the entire planet. However, Kingsman did not share intelligence in time, which is also an important mistake Bar."

"Relax, gentlemen," Harry smiled slightly, "Kingsman, as an independent intelligence agency, pays the utmost respect to your achievements."

There was a brief silence in the reception room of the club.The only civil servant with a knight title took a sip of coffee, "Let's change the subject," he said, "V-day has caused many countries to lose their heads, and of course Britain is no exception. In the foreseeable future, there will be You must be aware of the changes that have occurred." Looking around, I was satisfied to see that everyone present was thoughtful—except for Eggsy, "Due to the unstable situation at this time, there is an unconfirmed news spread To Whitehall, - dear old civil servant, Sir Humphrey, Cabinet Secretary has decided to retire early and continue to serve the Queen and Britain in another position."

Mallory spoke first, "I have an immature idea, Sir Mycroft, although I think it would be more appropriate to write this in the budget report - MI6," he chose his words carefully, "Obviously, more national financial support is needed , so as to integrate and upgrade information analysis capabilities and response capabilities faster, and better serve the country and the government."

The civil servant smiled, "Yes, it is very convincing. After all, MI6's ability, strength and loyalty are obvious to all. I want to write it into the budget and it will definitely be passed by the House of Commons."

"Yes, it is obvious to all," Harry echoed, "In my opinion, Sir Mycroft, the information collection of the entire British intelligence system needs to be integrated urgently. As an independent intelligence system, Kingsman does not have an intelligence sharing agreement with any British intelligence agency. In order to adapt to the new situation, this is also an urgent need to be resolved - of course, Kingsman is still an intelligence agency independent of the government in order to better serve all mankind."

"I agree that Kingsman maintains its unique independence in various aspects, whether it is economic or technological, but," the civil servant smiled happily, "independence from the government does not mean self-exclusion from the government, does it?"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, especially deeply.

M, who was busy with affairs, took the lead to leave, and then Harry also stood up. Eggsy was dazed when he heard this, and he didn't know what kind of maneuver these old foxes were playing. Why did they almost fight in the last moment, and suddenly talk happily in the next second?He followed Harry out of the room in a daze, and just as they reached the door, the officer behind him stopped Harry, "Senior," he looked at Eggsy instinctively protecting Harry, Harry paused, " Welcome back to the battlefield."

"Thank you, Mycroft."

18

Eggsy is depressed to find that Roxy, a revolutionary comrade-in-arms, often disappears recently.Even when they were on missions before, the two of them would chat for a few words, but now, since hooking up with the posturing female assistant of a civil servant, the remaining time of the party has been taken up by the rosy-faced Roxy.

"What do you mean by Harry?" In the tavern, Eggsy pulled his hair and asked his comrade in pain, "He must know everything, but he is no different from the original."

"Wait," Roxy said, waking up from his recollection of his new relationship, "you mean you haven't confessed to him yet?" Most of their meetings were listening to Eggsy confide in his doomed The fruitless unrequited love, the news that Harry was still alive made the young man goofy, and Roxy always thought that he finally couldn't help confessing his love.

"No." Eggsy was very depressed. "You know, when he first woke up, I spent all my energy trying to stop him from torturing himself. After becoming Arthur, we didn't even have much time to see each other."

"Is this going to knock you down?" Roxy was very contemptuous, "You didn't even confess your love, how can you expect others to respond to you."

"I'm worried that he won't talk to me again after I confess my love. I don't want to make him sad."

Roxy held his forehead weakly, "Listen, Eggsy, from the blinding interaction between the two of you before, I and even the entire Kingsman can be sure that Harry must like you, he didn't attack you first, it's completely moral Feelings are at work, only if you hit him first, can he let go of this sense of guilt and guilt, do you understand?"

Eggsy suddenly felt alive.

And Mr. 007 felt that he was going to die at this moment, because he was dazed for a while, and asked Q to go to the National Art Museum to see a painting exhibition. Now the two stood awkwardly in front of a painting, arguing for half an hour about the concept of this painting.

"So, 007, this is entirely a misunderstanding brought about by your education. I originally thought optimistically that your opinion of this ship was just to stimulate me, but I didn't expect you to really think that, especially Na's work will bring..."

Mr. 007 decided to follow the advice in his heart and use his own mouth to block the chattering mouth of the quartermaster next to him.

The Holmes parents didn't dare to speak at this time, "Mycroft!!" The person on the phone shouted angrily, "You're giving me such an excuse to prevaricate my case again!! This is a bombing case!! Man-made Yes!! It’s on the outskirts of London!! Then you told me that it’s not for me to intervene! Tell me! What exactly should Scotland Yard’s crime squad intervene, respectable Mr. British Government!!”

There are a handful of people on this planet who dare to speak to Mycroft Holmes like this, and at this moment the all-powerful civil servant is smiling flatteringly on the other end of the phone, "Darling, I really didn't mean that, but you see, this is the rule , I can't help it?...Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I made a reservation at the restaurant you wanted to eat last time, eight o'clock in the evening? Okay, I'll pick you up at the gate of Scotland Yard, See you soon, dear."

Sir Mycroft looked at his watch, it was almost time to get off work, and today was another beautiful day.

19

Still in the Reform Club, when Sir Mycroft came in, an old civil servant with gray sideburns was already sitting on his seat, drinking a glass of sherry.

"Sir Humphrey," Mycroft Holmes sat down respectfully. "Mycroft," the old civil servant greeted him kindly, "what would you like to drink?"

"Sherry."

Sir Humphrey greeted the bartender, looking at Mycroft with amber wise eyes. "You also know, Mycroft, you should understand the current situation?"

"Of course." Mycroft nodded. Fireworks were set off the heads of the deputy prime minister and half of the cabinet members. Prime Minister Jim Hacker was forced by the situation to lead the cabinet to resign en masse, so that his party could gain an advantage in the next election.The news spread in Whitehall and Flagship Street, and the situation was constantly changing every day.

"Then you may also have heard that I decided to retire early?"

"Oh, Sir Humphrey, of course not." Mycroft's surprise was just right, neither too over the top to appear fake, nor too bland to invite suspicion.

Sir Humphrey nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, yes. I have served two terms of government, and it is time to give way to a newcomer."

"Ah." Mycroft sighed inexplicably.

"My successor should have the following good qualities: loyalty, rigorousness, and control over politicians."

"Reliable," Mycroft continued.

"Yes, reliable. Of course, there are many good civil servants in Whitehall, but I personally feel that you will be very high on the long list of successors, Mycroft." Sir Humphrey's bright eyes Keep an eye on Mycroft.

"May I ask, are there any names on this list?"

"Very, very limited, Mycroft." Sir Humphrey smiled, "But, you have to know, an excellent civil servant should know how to ask questions before solving them."

Mycroft thought for a moment and understood, "Let's change the question entirely, Sir Humphrey, what are your hopes for your retirement?"

Sir Humphrey's eyes narrowed, "Very good question, Mycroft, I can arrange my retirement life very well, with only one worry," the old civil servant's face became serious, "Can you tell me what the future might look like?" To make an estimate of the test, and to put it to good use?"

Mycroft smiled, "Oh, Sir Humphrey, I can guarantee that you and Mr. Hacker can enjoy lifetime free service from Kingsman Clothing Shop after retirement," he squeezed his eyes and looked at the ring on Sir Humphrey's ring finger, "You guys The pair of rings can also be perfectly cleaned and maintained. Think of it as, um, a blessing from an old friend?"

Sir Humphrey smiled, a comfortable and cheerful smile.He raised his wine glass, "To old friends."

"Respect old friend."

20

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the side face of the silver-haired detective of Scotland Yard's crime squad. The fireplace was so warm that it was hard to open your eyes. Sir Mycroft, who was dressed in dark brown home clothes, leaned lazily by his side, removing the cold sharpness. shell.

"So, it's all over?" DILestrade frowned handsomely.He is not young anymore, years have left scratches on his once handsome face, but time has brewed mellow wine in these lines.

Mycroft nodded at the face he never tires of, "Yeah, it's all over with everyone taking what they need. It's over with you too, and the finishing work of V-day should be almost done. "

"So after a lot of tossing around, what did the British government's intelligence system get?" the detective asked his partner curiously.Although these days they get together less and leave more, he can see the busyness of the civil servants.

"Oh, Greg," the current chief civil servant of the government gave his decent yet smug smile, "MI5 got a major intelligence exchange deal, MI6 got a bigger budget, and Kingsman got government support while maintaining his independence." Support, and the government has the possibility of restricting Kingsman."

After a pause, Mycroft smiled even deeper, "I got the position of cabinet secretary and I'm finally free to be with you; Merlin got an Arthur to top the tank, Harry got rebirth and a young lover, and Sherlock didn't though Seeing a military doctor, but finally got revenge, and our little brother" he winked, "got a noisy life and a very troublesome partner."

Mycroft Holmes touched the wine glass in his hand with the inspector's, stood up and walked to the window. The London outside the window was still extremely noisy, and the cool wind gently blew over everyone's faces.The head of intelligence and civil servants looked out the window, held up champagne, and sang the prosperity and peace:

"Today is really a good day!"

End.