The Sham Shui Po garrison is considered one of the more mysterious places in Hong Kong.

Today, since Song Yuanchao wasn't there, Maozi brought Chen Rou here. Of course, he couldn't follow her the whole way; he could only stay in the car or next to it. There were guards in the parking lot, so they wouldn't allow him to run around or look around.

But actually, the Russians were too lazy to look, because as soon as they entered the gate, they complained: "The British soldiers are the laziest and slovenly soldiers I've encountered in the more than a dozen countries I've visited during my seven or eight years as a KGB officer."

As he walked along the green belt, he said indignantly, "If this were our barracks, not a single flower or plant could grow as it pleased. But since it's ours, and we have an iron will, we won't allow any flowers or plants to grow arbitrarily."

Like in China, the Soviet style was similar; even within the military region, flowers and plants were trimmed into neat, square shapes.

But the British army is different. They will be known as the "British Nation" in the future. Its style has always been romantic and gentlemanly, and even the flowers and plants inside the barracks are transparent, exuding a lazy and unrestrained sense of ease.

This is a military camp after all. The car had already been searched at the main gate, but after crossing a long road lined with dormitory buildings on both sides, the command center's main gate at the end of the road had to be searched again.

The Russians and the British have always looked down on each other, so when the guard saw that the Russian was fat and bald, he asked him to get out of the car so he could be searched. But when it came to Chen Rou, the guard politely said, "Lady, you don't need to get out of the car."

Well, they are indeed capricious. If Chen Rou wanted to take out their commander, she probably could do it today.

Right in the courtyard of the command center, there are specially paved parking areas, with separate zones for military vehicles and ordinary vehicles.

The Russian guy always likes to park crookedly, taking up two parking spaces, which works in other places but not here.

A guard saw that Chen Rou was still carrying an umbrella, so he rushed over to help her hold it up.

Another guard patted the back of the car and directed the Russian man to park it properly.

The Russian guy had already pulled out his Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), ready to take a sip. And as everyone knows, it's annoying when someone asks you to rearrange your car after you've parked it, but the Russian guy took a sip, endured it, and continued backing up.

Colonel Lango was inside the gate, his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched Chen Rou walk towards him from afar.

To be fair, British military uniforms are truly handsome. The well-tailored black suit has four double-breasted buttons, crowns on the epaulettes, and the details are all in the buttons and the square pockets folded into triangles, simple yet elegant.

Moreover, Colonel Rango was a good old man. He probably didn't drink excessively, ate a relatively vegetarian diet, and was quite hygienic. So even in the afternoon, he didn't have an unpleasant body odor, and he wasn't wearing perfume.

He was clean-cut, tall and slender, with no belly fat; among military generals, he was considered outstanding.

Of course, in ten months and three weeks, he will stand with the generals of the other side under the world's watchful eyes. Both will be in military uniform, and the competition will be about their spirit and appearance. If he were too bad, he wouldn't have been transferred here at this critical juncture.

He raised his wrist, gesturing for Chen Rou to take his arm, and of course, he had to praise her first: "When Miss walked toward me, I felt as if I had returned to my Welsh homeland, traveled through a century, and arrived at the Age of Exploration, a time when people can only look up to and marvel at the heroes and adventurers."

Late 18th-century English dresses were also called lady's dresses because they did not have a large skirt, which made it difficult for women to take big steps or walk fast, just like having bound feet, and they could only move slowly.

Chen Rou moved slowly and said with a smile, "I am also very fascinated by that great sea... the Age of Exploration."

The command center has three floors, and many people are working on the first floor as well.

When they saw a lady arrive, they all stood up, and whoever Chen Rou looked at would nod in greeting.

That was close! Chen Rou almost called the Age of Exploration the Age of Piracy, though it would actually be more accurate to call it the Age of Piracy.

Because the Age of Exploration meant large-scale plunder, Colonel Rango missed and longed for that era, only regretting that he hadn't been there in time to carry a gun and sail the world like his grandfather and maternal grandfather.

But for the people of most countries on this planet, they brought advanced guns and cannons, and all they gave the natives were smallpox, syphilis, typhoid fever, rabies, and even athlete's foot, and all sorts of infectious diseases.

Passing through the command center, there is a small internal exhibition hall, which can also be considered their history museum.

Once they were out in the sun, Colonel Lango kindly opened the umbrella for Chen Rou.

She chose this outfit on short notice; it was from a retro collection in this summer's collection from a British brand. However, the brand didn't have a matching umbrella. Chen Rou's umbrella was found for her by the stylist. At first glance, they looked similar, but upon closer inspection, the details were different.

Colonel Lango laughed and said, "It's a pity. If we were in my hometown, in my manor in Wales, I would open my umbrella cabinet and let you choose whatever you like. Or you might prefer my grandmother's umbrellas, the umbrellas of a lord. Please believe in her hereditary aristocratic aesthetic; every single one of her umbrellas is exquisitely beautiful."

Chen Rou nodded: "From the first time I met the colonel, I knew that you must come from a distinguished family."

Damn, her English is so-so, but luckily she learned it in China, and it's in this kind of refined, literary tone.

Well, although it's a bit pretentious, it just happens to suit Colonel Rango's taste.

Their exhibition hall mainly displays various banners and team medals bestowed by the royal family, with large English and traditional Chinese descriptions next to them. It was so overwhelming that Chen Rou stopped looking at them.

But when she turned around, she was startled, because at some point, Lieutenant Colonel Wali, to whom she had planted a listening device, was standing behind her. Moreover, he spoke Cantonese and asked, "Madam, would you like me to explain this to you?"

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