Chapter 1355 The Mastermind Behind the World War (Second update, please subscribe)
A huge, white airship with a red Suzaku emblem painted on it was slowly flying in the sky. The whistling sound of bombs falling could be heard from the air. Explosions continued to ripple out from the ground below the airship. Amid the violent explosions, houses collapsed and smoke filled the air. The crowd on the ground began to riot, scream, and run...
But he didn't scream or run, nor could he hear any sound around him. He just stared blankly. The airship kept dropping bombs, and everything around him was burning violently. In the violent explosion, he seemed to be blown away, and then slowly fell to the ground...
His eyes suddenly opened and James Bond sat up in horror. He looked around the room for a while and it took him a while to realize that he was on the bed in the bedroom. However, perhaps because of the nightmare, his whole body was wet with sweat.
He felt that the dream was very real!
It's as real as if you were experiencing it yourself!
I can't have such dreams anymore!
Bond muttered to himself in his heart, looking at his wife sleeping beside him. He carefully got out from under the duck down quilt which was a little damp with sweat, then grabbed the nightgown draped on the chair beside the bed and wrapped it around himself, then struggled to get up and walked barefoot on the floor into the bathroom.
Under the dim light in the bathroom, the mirror shows a pale face, a typical middle-aged white man - slightly wrinkled, but fortunately, not bald. This face was cute in childhood, handsome in youth, and still handsome now.
Looking at himself in the mirror, James Bond felt a deep confusion. He washed his face with cold water, then grabbed a towel to wipe the water off his face, grabbed the half-pack of cigarettes under the dressing mirror, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and blew a cloud of smoke towards the mirror.
"Everything I do is for my country!"
James Bond silently said to himself in his heart, yes, everything he did was for his motherland!
However, his motherland was not the British Empire, but the Ming Empire.
For the sake of his motherland, he would do anything, just like he could send that person to the position of special envoy. If nothing unexpected happens, he should achieve his goal.
Suddenly, he found that he looked a bit like the old man who gave him a piece of bread...
"Child, you must be very hungry. Here is a piece of bread for you."
The child in tattered clothes, shivering in the cold wind, stared blankly at the man in his 50s in front of him. He said nothing, but just stared at the piece of bread. He didn't even dare to reach out to accept this kindness.
"Child, there is a place you can go to. When you get there, you will live in a house, sleep in a warm bed, have three meals a day, and go to school. Are you willing to go?"
The man's words filled his heart with desire. He looked at the man in front of him and suddenly spoke:
"What do you want from me?"
His experience of wandering the streets taught him that nothing in this world comes without a price.
"Serve your country."
My country?
Where is my country?
James Bond still remembers the doubts in his heart back then. If there is a country, why would it let him starve? Why would it let him wander the streets? Why would it let him suffer from hunger and cold?
It was not until he arrived in the Ming Dynasty that he finally felt the feeling of home.
I am an orphan, an orphan who was almost starving to death on the streets of London. It was the empire that raised me, it was the empire that educated me, and I am serving the empire!
Yes!
Everything I do is for my motherland!
My motherland!
Although he has not set foot on the land of his motherland for a long time, his motherland will always be in his heart.
At this moment, the confusion on James Bond's face disappeared.
"Yes, everything I do is for my country and for all mankind..."
Suddenly, James Bond said this in Chinese, then he crushed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then closed his eyes, and then he silently sang that song in his heart, that long-lost song...
"The national flag of the sun and the moon flutters in the wind, and the song of victory is so loud. Sing to our dear motherland, and keep it prosperous and strong forever. Sing to our dear motherland, and keep it prosperous and strong forever, across the mountains, across the plains, across the vast oceans, across the broad and beautiful land. It is our powerful empire..."
Humming the song silently, James Bond coughed a few times, and finally, he looked at the face in the mirror again. He recalled the training years in school, and then he impersonated a British youth named James Bond - his parents were British and had been working in India. They died in India due to an accident. As for where James Bond himself went... that was not important at all. What was important was that he was now James Bond. He not only inherited the old Bond's property, but also had connections with his family and became the pride of the Bond family. He was now the senior secretary at 10 Downing Street.
Not only could he participate in the decision-making of the British Empire, he could even influence the decision-making and direction of the empire to a certain extent.
Just then, the shrill sound of a telephone ring came from the living room.
"What time is it now? Where is the call coming from?"
Bond sighed. This was the sacrifice required of a senior civil servant. When he walked out of the bathroom, the phone stopped ringing.
As he continued walking forward, a thought suddenly popped into Bond's mind - God bless, don't, don't let it ring again!
It seems that praying is of no use at all - the phone rang again.
Listening to the ringing of the phone, although it was very harsh, Bond did not answer the call immediately, but walked to the phone, lit a cigarette, and waited for it to stop while smoking. When the phone rang for the third time, Bond, who was smoking, thought secretly in his heart: It seems that something has happened irreversibly.
Ever since he made that suggestion, he had realized that this was possible, and now, this phone call must be telling him that it had already happened.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, the wife who was awakened shouted.
"Honey, who's calling?"
"Honey, go to sleep first, it's my phone!"
While answering his wife's questions, Bond picked up the phone, and it turned out to be a call from 10 Downing Street.
"…events have deteriorated further. The Roman Empire not only refuses to withdraw its troops, but also refuses to negotiate with us on the Persian issue! The Prime Minister has asked us to come to his office immediately…"
Bond responded lightly to the news on the phone and continued smoking. He was not surprised by all this. He had calmed down and was ready to put on thick clothes after finishing the cigarette and take a car to 10 Downing Street as notified by the phone call just now.
What happens next?
If the Russians refuse to withdraw, it will further aggravate the situation. If they refuse to negotiate, it means that diplomatic mediation has failed.
Diplomacy has failed, so the next step is war?
James Bond, who was silently putting on his clothes, shuddered involuntarily...
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(End of this chapter)
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