Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1262 New Discovery

"What's interesting is," Thompson continued, "they always invite a Chinese violinist to perform. His name is Chen Ming, and he is said to be a top student at the Royal Academy of Music in the UK."

"It's always him?" Smith suddenly became interested.

"Yes. And..." Thompson pulled out a photo, "Look at this detail."

In the photo, Chen Ming was playing the violin, but Smith's attention was attracted by the violin case.

"The inner compartment of the case," he squinted, "looks unusual."

"Yes," Thompson nodded, "and I noticed that he always brought a different guitar case to every performance."

Smith suddenly came to his senses: "Check! Check Chen Ming's background for me. When did he come to England? How was his performance at the conservatory? What is his social circle like?"

"I'm looking into it," Thompson said, "but I've made a strange discovery. His record at the conservatory is complete, but..."

&34;But what?&34;

"It's so complete," Thompson lowered his voice, "like it was prepared specially."

Smith's eyes lit up: "Keep checking. Pay special attention to his violin case. I suspect there's something hidden in it."

"But sir," Thompson said with some concern, "you have been suspended now, and if you are found out we are still investigating..."

"No," Smith sneered, "They thought I was tracking down Brighton, but they didn't know that I had found new clues. This Chen Ming is probably their contact person."

&34;You mean...&34;

"Think about it," Smith lowered his voice, "a Chinese violinist who frequently visited the Prime Minister's home, bringing a different violin case each time. And Brighton, under the pretext of pursuing the Prime Minister's granddaughter, created a perfect opportunity to meet."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Keep a close eye on Chen Ming. Don't miss any of his moves or his guitar cases."

"Understood."

Just after Thompson left, Smith ordered another glass of whiskey. This time he didn't drink it all at once, but savored it slowly, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Brighton, Brighton," he said to himself, "Do you think you can cover up your crimes with a fake political marriage? This time, I must find something to hold against you."

However, what he didn't know was that in the cafe across the street, an ordinary customer was sending a message in code:

"Smith has noticed Chen Ming. He has indeed taken the bait. This conceited man is walking step by step into the trap we have carefully designed. Please instruct us on the next move." - European No. 34"

Smith sat in his apartment, the walls covered with photos and traces of Chen Ming's activities.

"This guy is really suspicious," he said to Thompson. "What did you find?"

"On the surface, he's just an ordinary music school student. He has excellent grades and performs well in school." Thompson flipped through the information, "but there are a few strange details."

&34;Said.&34;

&34;First, he had almost no experience in China before coming to the UK. Secondly, although he was a student, he lived a very regular life and never attended gatherings with classmates. Most importantly...&34;

&34;What's the most important thing?&34;

"He visits the Chinese Embassy every week, saying he wants to participate in cultural exchange activities. But our people found that he goes at different times and his stay time is not fixed."

Smith's eyes lit up: "Continue to check his violin case."

"This is the most difficult part," Thompson said with a wry smile, "He is now the pianist for the Prime Minister's granddaughter. Miss Mary trusts him very much and often invites him to various private parties. We can't get close to him at all."

"Damn it," Smith gritted his teeth, "this guy is too cunning. He used the identity of a music college student to get close to the Prime Minister's granddaughter. Now we are afraid to even investigate."

&34;Besides,&34; Thompson added,&34;Miss Mary really seemed to think of him as a friend. They often went to concerts together and sometimes talked about music in cafes.&34;

"This is the most dangerous thing," Smith sneered, "Using music to bring people closer together and let them relax their guard. The Chinese are the best at this."

"What should we do then? We can't just arrest him and interrogate him, right?"

"Of course not," Smith stood up and paced around the room, "If we alert the enemy, it will not only disrupt our investigation, but also alert the Prime Minister's Office. By then, I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep this suspended job."

He suddenly stopped and said: "Wait, doesn't he often go to the Chinese Embassy?"

&34;Yes, but the time is not fixed.&34;

"Let's start from here," Smith's eyes flashed, "keep a close eye on the area around the embassy. I want to know who he met every time he went to the embassy, ​​how long he stayed there, what he brought in, and what he brought out."

"But sir," Thompson hesitated, "the surveillance around the embassy has always been the responsibility of the Counterintelligence Division. We are now..."

"No," Smith interrupted him, "We don't need the official channel. Find a few reliable retired colleagues and ask them to walk around there in the name of walking the dog or taking a walk."

&34;This...&34;

"Don't worry," Smith said confidently, "I have a feeling that Chen Ming will show his hand. No matter how careful he is, he can't always avoid making mistakes."

At this moment, Thompson's phone rang. After he answered the phone, his face looked a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Smith asked.

"I just got the news," Thompson said hesitantly, "that Chen Ming was recommended by the Royal Academy of Music and will perform for the Queen at Buckingham Palace next month."

"What?" Smith was surprised. "This guy's status is getting higher and higher..."

He suddenly realized something, and his face darkened: "No, we can't wait any longer. No matter what, we must find evidence before he goes to Buckingham Palace. Otherwise..."

At this time, in the command room of Dragon Nest, Yan Shuangying was looking at the latest report:

"Smith has been completely attracted by Chen Ming. He is now like a hungry hound, who can't let go of the prey after smelling it. But he doesn't know that the real hunter is us. - Longyan"

"You're crazy!" Thompson looked at Smith in disbelief. "Arresting people at the Prime Minister's residence? Searching for the Prime Minister's granddaughter's personal pianist? This is courting death!"

Smith was unusually calm: "No, this is the only chance." He pointed to the photos on the wall, "Look, every time Chen Ming went to the Prime Minister's Office to perform, he would bring a different violin case. And..."

&34;And what?&34;

"I've noticed a pattern," Smith said with excitement in his eyes, "Every time he brings his new guitar case to the Prime Minister's Office to perform, he will go to the Chinese Embassy the next day. This is not a coincidence!"

"Even so," Thompson said anxiously, "you can't be in Downing Street..."

"On the contrary," Smith interrupted him, "the Prime Minister's residence is the best place. First, the security there is under the responsibility of the Guard Department, which is not under the jurisdiction of MI34. We can avoid those old stubborn people. Second, once the evidence is found on the spot, even the Prime Minister will have to pay attention to it."

&34;But...&34;

"No buts!" Smith said firmly, "I have already arranged it. The night after tomorrow, Chen Ming will perform at the birthday party of the Prime Minister's granddaughter. We will act then."