âYouâre finally here, Agent Bob, looks like the CIA has a sense of timing after all.â
As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, he was met with a cold stare from Starling.
In the face of the FBIâs malice, Bob, who was an elite CIA agent, was not polite, he replied with the same spitefulness.
âNo matter what my mission is, the timing for me is the most important matter; coming early or coming late may spoil things.â
While the two were spitting witty words at each other, Gordon seized the opportunity to take a closer look at them.
Bob was a CIA elite who had carried out countless high-risk missions and had never failed once. His skills were absolutely top-notch, and his temper seemed quite good. Although he was exchanging sarcastic insinuations with Starling, the expression on his face was quite kind and friendly.
Bob is relatively ordinary-looking, he is 5.6 feet (173 cm) tall. His most noticeable feature was probably his large nose.
On the whole, Gordonâs impression of Bob was not bad.
As for Starling, she was much younger than Bob, and, although she wasnât quite an elite agent in the FBI, she was no less famous; she was the most widely known agent in the FBI.
Of course, she was also competent enough, else, she wouldnât have been brought in to assist in Gothamâs protection effort. The reason for her low position was other than her ability.
Gordon could see that although these two were unforgiving towards each other, they didnât really have any ill faith in one other. Their interaction seemed like a usual âfriendly communicationâ between the FBI and the CIA.
âAgent Bob, Iâve heard that you have long been thinking of retiring, how come youâre still continuing to work in the Intelligence Bureau? Could it be that the CIA has no one left to take on beside you, and thatâs the reason why your Director refuses to let you retire?â, Starling smiled affectionately.
âActually, this is the last mission Iâll be on since my request for retirement was approved.â, Bob returned the same smile.
âAfter I retire, I plan to run a pen shop, and Iâve even found the perfect location for it.â
âHowever, in contrast to the CIA, it seems like the FBI canât carry out tasks alone such as protecting Her Majesty Elizabeth. You were supposed to send your strongest personnel, right?â
âHa, youâre quite right, but Iâm confident enough to carry out this task more than anyone else.â
Wariness appeared in Starlingâs eyes.
âBut Iâve heard that you havenât caught the criminal who started the case that made you famous until now.â
âHannibal is no ordinary criminal, and, sooner or later, I will find him. I am convinced that I am the only one in the world who can catch him.â
Starling was not shaken by Bobâs words, instead, she cut to the chase.
âHeh, I suppose so, Ms Starling.â
âNot many people in the world would dare commit murder in front of a queen of a country, so, this mission shouldnât be as intimidating as we imagined.â
Rather headlessly, the two agentsâ aggression faded, they actually began to communicate in a normal manner.
âIâd like to wish Agent Bob a happy retirement in advance here.â, Starling smiled.
âSo, you two, thatâs enough small talk, letâs get to work.â Gordon stepped forward and interrupted the agents.
In this situation, the GCPD cooperated with Bob and Starling to arrange various arrangements, consider any possible situation and give a plan to deal with it.
During the discussion, Starlingâs abilities really showed up, and Gordon was quite impressed by her calmness and resourcefulness.
Bob didnât think as widely as Starling but was always able to fill in the gaps.
On the other hand, in London, the UK, Queen Elizabeth was about to board her plane, accompanied by a team of highly trained bodyguards, all MI7 agents.
However, Her Majesty herself seems to be dissatisfied with these bodyguards.
âPamela.â, Queen Elizabethâs sad voice emerged.
Immediately, a middle-aged woman appeared in front of the Queen and respectfully said, âYour Majesty, I am here, may I have any instructions?â
âYou are the head of MI7, and you are arranging the protection staff for my trip to Gotham this time, is that correct?â
âYes, Your Majesty, those present are the most elite agents of MI7, they will be sure to protect Your Majesty.â
âHeh~â Queen Elizabeth laughed softly, âThe most elite? Is it really?â
âWhat about Johnny English, how come I donât seem to see him here?â
At the name, Pamela was shocked, she gritted her teeth as she said, âJohnny is not capable enough to carry this burden, in fact, he would be the least reliable agent in the Seventh Branch.â
âYour Majestyâs safety is of paramount importance, how can he be allowed toâŚâ
âThatâs enough! Pamela!â, Queen Elizabeth snapped.
âIâm not going to be bothered with your dislike for your own men. All I know is that Agent Johnny served heroically in Asia recently, and during his service, the âeliteâ as you call them, didnât seem to do a thing âŚâ
âI have decided to make English the head of my guard for this expedition, do you have any objections?â
Facing the Queenâs gaze, Pamela, in a cold sweat, could only nod and say, âYour Majesty, I have no objections.â
Pamela winked at her assistant, who left in a hurry to find Johnny.
Within minutes, a middle-aged agent with a naive appearance, in extreme enthusiasm, showed up in front of the Queen.
âWith me, there will be no surprises on this journey, I assure you, Your Majesty!â, he said, beating his chest with excitement written all over his face.
This entrance was not really the right match for the calmness of that situation, but the Queen was not disappointed by it, on the contrary, she liked the lively feeling.
It made her feel tens of years younger.
The Queen set off for Gotham, the world-famous city of simple folk.
Meanwhile, just after the Queenâs royal plane took off, a modest suit shot with a sign âRoyal Gentlemanâ on was lit.
Itâs midnight in London and all the suit shops are usually closed at this time but this one.
Whatâs even weirder is that the early next morning, the suit shop put up a sign that asserted it would be closed for several days âŚ
Mathison was now torn, wondering if he had made the right choice.
Because, in the end, he chose to do it anyway.
He decided to return the Catâs Eye Emerald to its owner before sending out the third teaser letter.
Oh, of course, it wouldnât be Daggett. He was a bad man who was definitely considered to have caused a lot of harm, however, one wouldnât call him evil.
He had even gone so far as to collaborate with Bain and, eventually, died at the latterâs hands, which was shameful.
He didnât feel any guilt at all for stealing from Daggett.
But, not long ago, a new piece of news made him change his mind.
It turned out that the Catâs Eye Emerald belonged to a mine owner who later lost his reputation and all his assets, as a result of a serious mine collapse.
It was also that accident that allowed this rare emerald to see the light of day.
Unwilling to lose everything, the mine owner put the emerald up for auction, only to end up in the hands of Daggett.
It was sold for $20 million dollars at the auction, which is an astronomical price.
The owner was expected to use the money to make a comeback or, at least, just retire, but the aftermath was far from thatâŚ