"Your Excellency, the Governor of Hong Kong, a telegram came from my family saying that Mr. Edward died in a car accident in London."

The second day, afternoon.

After receiving the report, the Hong Kong Governor sat in his office with a depressed look on his face: "Did he die in a car accident?"

This is the last dignity given to Edward by our ancestors!

In this world, the dead are always decent, but if the living want to be decent...

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Governor of Hong Kong." The subordinate officer bowed.

Yuri Heath felt disappointed, let go of the pen, and said loudly: "Telegraph my ancestors to resign. I am willing to resign as the governor of Hong Kong!"

"May I ask what reason you want to use?" The official is loyal and dedicated to his duties.

Yuri Heath covered his chest, coughed twice, and sighed: "My heart is not good."

"I see."

"Your Excellency, Governor of Hong Kong!" the subordinate officer retreated.

Yuri Heath closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa. He had not slept last night, his eyes were black and blue, and his cheeks were swollen.

ancestral home.

Palace, garden.

The Crown Prince pushed the Queen for a walk and said slowly: "According to the call from the Cabinet, Yuri intends to resign from the post of Governor of Hong Kong."

The Queen was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed gorgeously, holding a short sword, and said:

"What reason did he use?"

"I have a bad heart." The crown prince took a step forward. A pair of riding boots looked very noble, but his steps seemed extremely cautious.

The Queen smiled and said: "If his heart is not good, give him more heart medicine."

"The son of the Governor of Hong Kong just had a car accident in London. The next day, the Governor resigned from London. The media will sensationalize the news, let alone the member states of the Federation?"

"The Governor of Hong Kong is not the only one who is calling to support you."

The crown prince stopped and said, "I know what to do."

At this time, he must know what to do!

For the Federation!

The queen will not depose him as a prince, the royal family and the cabinet will not question his original intentions. The so-called royal scandal will never exist. The royal family only has a loving mother and a filial son, and respectful brothers and sisters.

Whether it is for the royal family's reputation or international image, all parties will maintain a tacit understanding.

In order to calm the minds of the federal member states, the Hong Kong Governor cannot be dealt with immediately and can only use some reasonable means.

Even MI6 did not dare to fully investigate this incident, for fear that the high-profile intelligence investigation would lead to leaks, but it was investigated through a special team.

The royal family has basically figured out the whole story of this incident. First of all, the son of the Hong Kong Governor leaked information, and the Hong Kong Governor was deeply involved. Is there really any command behind it by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...

The Queen chose to turn a blind eye, and the content of the Hong Kong Governor's telegram to the cabinet was enough to reveal a lot of things.

Although the incident is highly suspicious when viewed in reverse, the "London Bridge Project" is the highest-level federal secret and is only known to specific groups of people.

Narrowing down the scope of the crowd, it is actually not difficult to guess why the son of the Hong Kong governor leaked the secret and why there were major changes in London.

The Military Intelligence Bureau has dispatched a special team to Xiangjiang to investigate.

The drizzle was falling. The crown prince bowed and said, "Mother, let's go back to the palace."

This Governor of Hong Kong will serve as a role model for federal members in the future.

Her Majesty the Queen is angry, but also a little bit relieved. At least the Crown Prince has the determination to protect the continuity of the royal family, and he also knows how to call on his allies to make choices.

This is a dangerous signal for her, and it is indeed a good thing for the royal family. Being a mother is very complicated...

"Just stay in the palace and learn equestrian skills."

"If you have any outings, please report to me first."

The crown prince simply agreed: "Okay, mother."

Who can know the loneliness in his heart?

God knows how many more years this prince will have to be...

One week later.

Xiangjiang.

Peninsula Hotel.

Facing an Intelligence Bureau official, Kadoorie said cautiously: "Mr. Edward did not tell me the specific contents of the London Bridge Project."

"You mean you don't know about the London Bridge project?" the intelligence officer replied.

"Yes, I don't know." Kadoorie nodded.

As an outstanding businessman of Jewish origin, he was proficient in the art of speaking, so he decided to wait until the intelligence officer asked again before confessing.

If you ask one more time, he will hire you.

"And where did you first hear about the London Bridge project?"

In the room, three intelligence officers were taking notes.

Kadoorie replied: "I learned about it from Mr. Edward's mouth. I overheard it during one of his communications."

As a shrewd Jewish businessman who is proficient in the art of negotiation, he decided to wait for the intelligence officer to expose the lie before confessing.

He had already figured out how to confess.

The leading intelligence officer said: "So, did Edward Heath tell you anything else?"

"Mr. Edward only said that he would confirm the plan with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"I don't know the specifics. I'm just a businessman, cooperating with Mr. Edward's capital activities in Hong Kong." Kadoorie sighed.

Showing an involuntary expression.

As a shrewd Jewish-Chinese investor who is proficient in the art of choice, he decided to become the permanent capital of Hong Kong once the intelligence officer left.

The intelligence officer nodded slightly: "I understand, Sir Kadoorie."

"This investigation is over, we will contact you again if necessary."

The three intelligence officers closed the documents, stood up, packed their things and left.

Before leaving, the intelligence officer explained: "Remember, our family does not have Operation London Bridge. Please abide by the confidentiality principle of relevant information."

"I understand, Mr. Intelligence Officer." Kadoorie bowed and sent the guest away.

As a knight named by the royal family, he has generous preferential treatment in intelligence interrogation. If the other party chooses to go back and torture to extract a confession, he will be loyal to the royal family to the end.

But the target of the three intelligence officers didn't seem to be on him at all. As a Xiangjiang capitalist who had met frequently with Edward Heath recently, it seemed to be a normal procedure to be investigated. But for a Xiangjiang capital family that had left its ancestral home for more than a hundred years,

How could it be possible to steal the top secrets of the ancestral family?

This is a question about Military Intelligence!

"Sir Kadoorie is willing to admit that he has heard of the "London Bridge Project", which is the greatest honesty to us." At the door of the hotel, the intelligence officer said: "And he can't influence the family's decision-making at all. It seems that this order is still

After coming out of the ancestral home, the interrogation documents related to Sir Kadoorie will be sealed and no further investigation can be carried out. Ye, ir." Two intelligence officers replied aloud.

Kadoorie watched the three people's car leave the Peninsula Hotel, lowered his head and thought: "Where does Mr. Zhang like to drink tea?"

He couldn't imagine what happened to his ancestor's family at all, but through the answers he had just considered, he could vaguely sense the high level of the "London Bridge Project".

So high that Edward died!

If Edward was still alive, the answer to the first question would be exposed, but the intelligence officers left obediently.

How powerful must the intelligence agency behind Mr. Zhang be? Did he deliberately leak the name of this plan to kill Mr. Edward, or was he simply showing off his strength to me?

"It's just the name of a plan..." Sir Kadoorie sighed.

…

Hong Kong Governor's Office.

A stocky intelligence officer with short hair and a suit put a bottle of heart disease medicine on the table with his palm, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency!"

"This is His Royal Highness's condolences to you."

The Hong Kong Governor looked at the bottle of specially supplied medicine without trademark ingredients, his eyes showing deep fear, but he knew full well that a bottle of medicine could travel across the ocean and reach Hong Kong.

It must be the result of collective decision-making.

Any struggle is useless.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for me." The Hong Kong Governor sat on the chair and agreed solemnly.

The intelligence officer frowned coldly and said threateningly: "Please take your medicine on time and don't let down His Highness's wishes. I will come to express my condolences on time."

"If the medicine is not enough, I will bring it to you."

The Governor opened the lid without hesitation, took out two pills, put them into his mouth, and drank them with mineral water. "Thank you for your concern."
To be continued...