416: Chapter 192: I will report to the Emperor and have you punished for the grave cri of disrespect_2 416: Chapter 192: I will report to the Emperor and have you punished for the grave cri of disrespect_2 Wayne patted Little Mustache’s shoulder, encouraged, “Keep up the good work, and in the future you can be honored by the Queen just like I have been.”
Having said that, he was about to leave.
“Wait a mont!” Little Mustache braved himself and stopped Wayne.
“What now, you want to go to prison?”
“Damn it, can you not bring that up?
Because of you, I’ve beco a laughingstock at MI6.”
Little Mustache was indignantly explaining the reasons he had wanted to see Wayne several tis.
Beneath his explanation, Wayne finally understood the reason behind their encounters.
Their first eting on the train was purely accidental; Little Mustache was not there to rob the train but to impersonate a robber to steal a target’s luggage.
To conceal his identity, he acted convincingly, outsourcing the job to a few real robbers.
Then Wayne had him sent to prison.
It was also because of that, he found out Wayne had left Lundan without following orders to carry out the mission, leading to the following two encounters.
Ti backtracked to 1937; Wayne had not yet crossed over, and ‘Wayne’ was not yet targeted by the Death Church.
Little Mustache, on the orders of his superiors, found Wayne to awaken his dormant mory, making him a double agent to feed Frank half-truths and half-lies.
At that ti, Wayne thought he was a Frank, fantasizing about his colleague Lily.
Because of the century-long friendship between the two countries, he detested the dishonorable Windsors, vowing to return to his hotown to get married after the war was over.
After the awakening of his mory, his allegiance shifted; he was a Windsor, and for the very sa reason, he now detested Frank.
Faced with this dilemma, he chose to slack off.
He sealed the radio station, and except for occasionally contacting Lily, he spent his days in a drunken stupor in the bars.
Little Mustache, with his sharp eyes, quickly discerned Wayne’s thoughts.
After getting approval from his superiors, he prepared to start a series of ideological education for Wayne.
Then, he ended up in prison, three tis, becoming the joke of MI6.
Little Mustache didn’t want for revenge, but it was forbidden by his superiors.
After investigation, they found that Wayne, the foul fish, had turned over a new leaf, joining the Lando Family as a man of ans.
The superiors: “Don’t act rashly, let’s see how it goes.”
As they observed, Wayne was no longer soone Little Mustache could easily deal with.
His social status had risen, and now they needed to negotiate.
Little Mustache took a deep breath and forced a smile, “Sir Wayne, your background dictates that you cannot sever ties with MI6.
The Ice Man project has been prolonged.
As the most successful agent, Frank will definitely contact you, and MI6 hopes you will cooperate actively and convey so false information when necessary.”
Little Mustache kept it brief.
Wayne is a Windsor, no doubt, but Frank doesn’t know that.
They actually believe that Wayne beca an heir to the Randao Family by wooing won.
In such a scenario, Wayne’s value soared from a regular intelligence officer to a high-level spy.
Whether he was bluffing or there was so luck involved, he made it.
With his social ascension, he beca the darling of Frank’s intelligence organization.
Little Mustache dared to assert that, in the near future, Frank would get in touch with Wayne and send him the latest radio equipnt.
Wayne frowned, probing, “Isn’t there a possibility that we are not enemies with Frank, and passing false information to them is aningless?”
“You’re absolutely right, but equally, we cannot possibly beco friends with Frank either,” said Little Mustache with a solemn face.
Wayne shook his head, “I’ve taken a different path, completely cutting off my past.
If I continue to work for MI6, wouldn’t this whole new path be in vain?
Isn’t that the logic?”
“Sir Wayne, you’ve let the country down!”
“How could I.”
Wayne nonchalantly revealed his coat, “With such a big dal, how could I have let this country down?
How dare you insinuate that the Queen lacks insight or that she’s a blind, self-righteous ruler.
When I report to Her Majesty, I’ll have you charged with a serious disrespect, and have your caviar sack snipped.”
“I didn’t say that!”
Little Mustache hastily interjected, stomping his foot in frustration, “Anyway, I’ve said what I had to.
You’re an agent for one day, you’re an agent for life.
There are no redundancies at MI6, no employee resigns on their own accord.”
“Who are you trying to scare?
You have no idea how much the Queen adores .
I’ll have her cut off your MI6 project funding and see how you strut then.”
Wayne sneered, showing no signs of being intimidated.
He had risen in class, how could he be treated this way?
He waved his hand to summon the team of bodyguards, and several burly n surged forward, pinning Little Mustache and his companions to the ground with a slap.
“Wayne, what are you doing?”
“What else, sending you, an escaped convict, back of course!”
Because of the commotion, the station police quickly approached to see what was happening, standing in the crowd with a dumb smile.
As they rembered they were policen, they inquired about the cause of the conflict.
Wayne accidentally revealed his dal of honor and pointed at Little Mustache and his two companions, “Escapees, there’s a warrant for them, the credit is yours.”
Windsor had no shortage of nobles, and dals were common.
The officers were not intimidated by Wayne’s status and would not be biased by his word alone.
But the team’s mbers exuded a sense of high-class civil servants, and the officers did not dare to neglect them, escorting Little Mustache and the others to the station police departnt.
For a mont, the praises of the son of the beach echoed throughout the waiting hall.
“You have the guts, try it again next ti, can’t deal with you anymore!” Wayne muttered under his breath as he walked away, escorted by the bodyguards.
Suddenly, among the crowd of onlookers, he spotted a golden-headed man, laughing heartily with a goofy smile, not looking very intelligent.
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