The middle-aged man with black-framed glasses pushed up his glasses, picked up the notebook on his lap and explained, "Sir, two days ago, the owner of the Mirror, Czech-Jewish Robert Maxwell, was found dead on his yacht."

"The boss of the Mirror? Dead? What does his death have to do with me?"

Alan is feeling a little irritated. Anyone who is woken up so early in the morning and forced to catch a plane would be in a bad mood.

What's more, he didn't even have any impression of the name of the dead person, which was a bit puzzling.

"He was on holiday in Wales this time. He did not bring any bodyguards with him but went sea fishing on his yacht by himself, departing from Cardiff Port. When he was found, his yacht was still in the inner sea of ​​Bristol Bay, not far from Cardiff Port. He died on the yacht."

The middle-aged man with glasses looked at Alan calmly.

…

A place like Wales, sometimes being poor... has its advantages, for example... Wales' scenery is far superior to that of England, it has a good environment, a vast land area and a sparse population, making it very suitable for wealthy people who have a lot of work pressure but don't want to travel far to come here for vacation.

In addition, the public security in Wales is better. Even though they are closer to Northern Ireland, they are still safer than England.

Also, the prices here are slightly cheaper than in England, and the land prices are also cheaper.

As a result, many wealthy people buy properties in Wales and come to Wales for vacation occasionally.

Although there is a rather ferocious family up here, everyone has no grudges against each other and they are rarely seen. With them keeping an eye on things, coming here will actually result in fewer troubles.

As a result, it is quite common for many wealthy people to come to Wales for vacation.

The same thing happened to this deceased rich man, but... now he died in Wales, or at least within the territory of Wales.

…

"I didn't kill him. If I wanted to cause trouble for him, would you find out?"

Alan was confused for a while and thought that the rich man was not an ordinary person. Now that he was dead... the higher-ups put the blame on him.

He definitely can't admit this!

He didn't even know that person.

“…”

The middle-aged man with glasses twitched his face. Alan's reaction was far beyond his expectations, which made him...unspeakable.

"Sir... we didn't say you killed him. It's just that this person has a special identity. Our security department has been keeping an eye on him. Now... he just died. The autopsy results showed that he had a sudden heart attack. There were no external injuries on his body, and there were no signs of a struggle on the boat, so..."

"oh……"

Alan suddenly realized that his special identity and strange cause of death were just this matter, right?

It's just a trivial matter, is it necessary to call him back from so far away?

"Then His Highness asked me to go back because of this matter?"

"I don't know about that... I am only responsible for explaining the details of the incident to you. I don't know anything else."

"Well, go ahead and do your work. Call me when you get to London!"

Alan waved his hands irritably. He was still a little sleepy and there was no entertainment on the plane, so he could only continue to sleep.

…

I boarded the flight at around ten in the morning and when I arrived in London, it was almost twelve at night. There was no time for a transfer, as I flew directly all the way.

When Alan got in the car, he was almost stunned looking at London at night.

I felt confused after sitting on the plane.

It was such a unpleasant feeling to be called back by a phone call. Alan even hated the dead rich man. Why did you have to die in Wales when you could die anywhere else?

At this point, I can only wait until tomorrow morning to see Boss Cha. The key is...

You can obviously let him sleep a little longer, why are you in such a hurry?

Can't I call again in the afternoon?

…

St. James's Palace is next to St. James's Park in the city center and is close to Buckingham Palace.

Next to it is Clarence House. Originally, Mr. Cha's official palace should have been Clarence House, but now the Queen Mother has been living in Clarence House, and Mr. Cha seldom comes here. This time when he called Alan back, he asked him to come directly to St. James's Palace next door.

St. James's Palace is more formal. There are usually very few office staff here. It is usually a ceremonial place for foreign envoys and ambassadors to present important documents such as credentials. Apart from this... there are relatively few people at other times.

After a night's rest, Alan's condition had recovered a lot. He also read the newspapers in the past two days. There were all kinds of speculations about the mysterious death of the rich man.

Alan was unfamiliar with him simply because they were from different classes.

This thing is a bit like the Internet age, those big company bosses who often appear on the Internet are relatively well-known. Some of them may not even have high assets, but they are well-known.

But Allen is an aristocrat engaged in industry. Except when he is making movies or doing "good deeds", he is very low-key. He is not in the same circle as ordinary wealthy businessmen. Even if they are rich, they cannot squeeze into the circle of aristocrats, and they basically have no intersection with each other.

…

"Are you back? Sit down!"

In the temporary study, Boss Cha, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was reading a document. There were several people sitting on the sofa next to him, including a middle-aged man in military uniform and a short and fat middle-aged man. Sitting closest to the door was an old acquaintance of Alan - Commissioner Hughes.

"Your Highness!"

Alan greeted them and glanced at the others before sitting on the sofa on the other side of Boss Cha, waiting for his instructions.

…

“Bang!”

As the file was placed on the coffee table, Boss Cha took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly and said, "I've been busy these past two days. There are some things that I need you to come back and handle in person. To be specific...this is Director Smith from the security department. Let him talk to you."

"Mr. Allen, uh... I believe you have also roughly understood the situation on the way back. Robert Maxwell is very important to us. In the 1980s, he provided us with some very important intelligence. In the past few years... he also provided us with some intelligence about the Middle East. However... we have always suspected that he has connections with other forces."

As soon as Boss Cha finished speaking, Director Smith next to him began to explain the situation without waiting for Allen to react.

"You mean he's a spy? Not a wealthy businessman?"

This was the first time Allen had experienced this and he was extremely curious.

"Yes... and he has many sides. The wealthy businessman is just his superficial identity. He also had connections with the side before the disintegration, but now... he is dead."

Smith then gave Allen a detailed account of the identity of Robert Maxwell.

…

This guy... his experience is a little legendary. He joined the army at an early age and happened to catch up with World War II. Anyway, he spent some time on the front line. He was recruited by the French army at that time. In the end...

Following the famous Dunkirk evacuation, they retreated to Liverpool and were then incorporated into Britain. That's how... they became British along the way.

But because he was a foreigner, even if he was recruited, he could not go to the battlefield. He could only do hard labor, like an engineer. Then when he was working in Cambridge, he climbed up the social ladder and met a widow. From then on, he became rich, became an officer, and gained military merits. Later, he even became a member of the House of Commons!

Finally...go into business.

The overall resume seems to be fine, but... the amazing thing is that he has had noble people helping him in every important period of his life.

Once or twice is fine, but if it happens every time...

Britain’s intelligence agencies don’t just eat for free!

This Robert Maxwell has been targeted for not just one or two days, but for decades!

The reason why he hasn't been arrested is because he appears to be loyal and has made some contributions. In addition, the intelligence department is preparing to play the long game and has been releasing some false information through him.

Anyway...the identity of Robert Maxwell can be understood as an open mouthpiece. If you say it is important, it is really quite important.

As he later went into business, because he was Jewish, he naturally came into contact with some high-ranking Jewish people living in Britain. This line was the most important to the intelligence department.

At his peak, this guy confronted Murdoch head-on. In the BBC acquisition case, he faced Murdoch, but unfortunately he lost. Later, he acquired the Mirror and confronted Murdoch head-on for many years. It can be seen that he is not an unknown figure in the business world.

Now... this old pawn that had been used by the intelligence department for decades had died in such an unclear manner!

…

After listening to these introductions, Alan still didn't grasp the main point. What does this have to do with him?

"Don't you understand why I asked you to come back?"

Boss Cha crossed his legs and tilted his head to look at Alan, and the others also turned their eyes to Alan.

Wouldn't it be stupid if I didn't say anything when so many people were watching me?

Alan looked at Boss Cha, then at the others, gritted his teeth, and decided that even if he was just guessing, he had to say something today!

…

"Your Highness, according to Smith's introduction just now, this Robert should be in his sixties or seventies. He is so old and still so rich, but this time he drove his yacht out to sea by himself. Isn't this abnormal?"

"It's not normal, but he has kept this habit for 20 years. He likes to go fishing on his yacht. He said he needs some quiet time. But according to our investigation, every time he goes out to sea, he will meet people at sea and pass on some things. We assume this is all true."

Smith listened to Allen's questions and answered them directly.

"Oh... Then why are you so sure that his death this time was not normal? He died of a heart attack at his age... Isn't it normal?"

"He has no history of heart disease, he has annual checkups and his personal doctor is one of ours, so we are very clear about that."

"Oh……"

When Allen heard Smith say this, he was not surprised. All aspects were clearly understood, so it was certain that the death was not normal.

"That is to say, he was most likely meeting someone at sea as usual, but was silenced this time, and for reasons you don't know? So... because he died in Wales, you need my help?"

"Yes, sir..."

Smith was not surprised that Allen could guess it. All the prerequisites had been explained and there was no other possibility.

…

"Alan, I just heard recently that you are planning to organize a party in Wales? And you will invite some people to attend your party?"

Boss Cha waited until Allen and Smith finished speaking before changing the subject, mentioning the party and expressing his views.

"???"

The topic suddenly changed. Although it was a big leap, Alan immediately thought of something. It turned out that Boss Cha, this old bastard, was really far-sighted.

His Welsh TV station is in Cardiff!

This Robert Maxwell sailed from the port of Cardiff and now he is dead near Cardiff.

At this point in time...

Someone had an accident here, and died with no signs of a struggle or external injuries.

When Alan thought about the fact that he was going to invite Boss Cha to watch the party in Wales, he instantly got goose bumps on his back.

Aren’t these idiots coming for me?

No matter if it's Boss Cha or Alan himself, or even the other guests he plans to invite to the party, he'll be in trouble if anything happens to any of them. If something happens to Boss Cha, he'll be doomed.

Is this a deterrent?

From this perspective, the bizarre death of Robert Maxwell is not just a matter of urgency for the security department, it is also the equivalent of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys!

The key is that he doesn’t even know who the other party is!

Moreover, this plan, which he hadn't even fully arranged yet, was actually arranged in advance by someone else. This feeling...

Alan's aura changed instantly, from the lazy demeanor he had just shown when he entered the room, to an instantly cold one.

Someone wants to harm him!

He looked up and met Boss Cha's eyes. There was no fluctuation in Boss Cha's eyes. He looked at Allen and said slowly, "I don't care what you are going to do here. You have your own plans. But this time, you are responsible for finding the little rats involved in this matter. Can you do it?"

"Yes! Don't worry, Your Highness! If they are in Wales, I will find them even if I have to search all over Wales."

"Okay, I have other things to do, so just follow..."

Boss Cha pointed at Specialist Hughes who was sitting in the corner and said, "His name is Hughes. You should know him. Let him follow you. The two of you should work together. If there is anything you need, you can communicate with Smith."

"Okay, Your Highness, I'll do it right away!"

Alan stood up and glanced at Hughes, then raised his chin slightly and gestured to him.

…

"I didn't expect to be able to work with you again."

After leaving St. James's Palace, on the way back, Hughes sat obediently in the passenger seat as he did in the past, twisting his body to talk to Alan who was sitting in the back seat.

"Um……"

Alan lit a cigarette and scratched his chin irritably. He had just agreed to it, but now...

He was asked to catch a so-called "murderer" about whom he had no information. Where should he start?

How many people are there on the other side - I don’t know.

Which force the other party belongs to - I don’t know.

Anyway, he knows nothing and has to rely on himself.

What should I do?

You can't really turn Wales over again, can you?

Why?

Thinking of this, Alan narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this was not impossible...

"Xius, tell me...where should we start investigating first?"

"Cardiff, of course, sir!"