Operation Red Book

Chapter 226 Visitors from the loophole 1

The woman who called herself Beatrice was wearing a tight white tube top miniskirt. The short and thin fabric was tightly attached to her curvy body, showing off her proud figure and graceful curves.

The length of the skirt hem just covers a little bit of the thigh behind the buttocks, and the wheat-colored skin is revealed in the air, especially highlighting the coastal style and bold personality.

Such attire would be too revealing even in 21st century Britain, let alone in the Victorian era when showing legs was a legal requirement for women.

No wonder Thomas was crying like that. The sobbing boy was clinging tightly to Joshua's lower back, not daring to make any more moves.

"You look familiar. We just met at the Freesia Café, right?" Moriarty said politely, with his hands behind his back.

"Hehe..." The woman opposite smiled.

"I can hear at least 50 of these a day... Please, to hook up with a beauty like me, you need to improve your pick-up skills."

She walked towards him, her hair covered with an unknown fragrance swaying in the air, and every step she took provoked Jacob to exclaim "Amen".

Latin American women are full of charm in every move they make, and Joshua, the little straight man, is the best example.

Look at his wandering eyes and the color of his cheeks that has never returned to normal.

"Please put on your clothes first."

Moriarty stretched out his hand and made a "stop" gesture with a firm tone and unquestionable attitude.

"No, it's July now." Beatrice stopped beside Jacob's desk, her tone just as tough, "I always dress like this in Columbia."

"This is London, not Columbia. Since we are at Johns' newspaper office, please dress appropriately."

"No, I have my own customs to follow...ah, I see...otherwise, can you make an exception for me by giving you a sweet kiss?"

Beatrice moved closer, winking at Moriarty, her voice rising and falling in a sexy and provocative tone.

"No, your clothes are in the pile by the door, put them on, now." Moriarty's demeanor didn't even change the slightest.

"Ahhh - I told you, handsome, I'm not one of your old-fashioned Brits... well, just wear one layer of outerwear, okay?"

"There are only two pieces, please wear them all... including your shoes, and don't let me see your exposed ankles."

"Ah - what a rigid man, my ankles are my most attractive part, do you know how many people are attracted to them?"

Beatrice looked unconvinced, and her bronze cheeks puffed up with air.

"Some people are even willing to pay 10 pounds for my three seconds. They will lie down like a dog and hold up my feet devoutly..."

"After carefully examining him for a while, he tasted honey, sipped wine, and then kissed my ankle with a rough stubble..."

"Ahh! I really like this. I really like the feeling of being cared for!"

After chattering away a lot of obscene words that came out of nowhere, Beatrice finally put on her white dress reluctantly.

She crossed her legs on the wooden chair, her expression relaxed, her cheeks flushed, and she adjusted the hem of her skirt to completely cover her exposed ankles.

Thomas finally poked his head out from behind Joshua, and Alexander and Jacob slowly moved towards Moriarty.

Joshua's cheeks were still flushed with shame, but fortunately his mind was much clearer and new doubts soon emerged in his mind.

The white dress that Beatrice is wearing looks very familiar...hiss, make the chest flatter, the waist wider, and the whole thing shorter...it's the nurse uniform that Ms. Bell wears at work every day!

Joshua closed his eyes tightly. This Latin American girl who claimed to be Ms. Bell's cousin suddenly broke into the SCO's secret gathering place, wearing a nurse's uniform that was completely inconsistent with her temperament.

Anyone who saw it would know that something was wrong! Joshua's beating heart calmed down a lot, and his eyes became alert.

Just when he was about to tell Moriarty quietly, Thomas on the side took the initiative to step forward and attracted everyone's attention.

"Excuse me, Mr. Moriarty, Alexander and I found this lady on the street corner."

Thomas put his hands behind his back and blinked his innocent big eyes again and again.

"This lady kept asking everyone where Johns' newspaper office was, and we happened to be passing by at that time."

"She said she was Ms. Bell's cousin and came from Ireland to bring some specialties to Ms. Bell on behalf of her family."

"Then I took the initiative to bring her up here. Who knew that this lady would take off her clothes right away..."

Thomas felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his voice rising continuously, and he was about to be unable to hold back his sobs.

"It's okay, just stand behind Joshua, we will protect you." Moriarty turned his head with a polite smile.

"I won't be able to protect you when Bell comes back."

He continued, and Joshua clearly felt Thomas shudder after hearing his words.

"Ma'am, do you have anything to say?" Moriarty asked Beatrice opposite him.

"It's just like what that little brat said!" Beatrice's body language was slightly exaggerated.

"The address Bell Cruz gave me was not clear at all. It only said Stair Lane and Johns Newspaper Office. I had to ask people around like a street hooker."

"I just happened to ask about the orange-haired kid and the muscular guy with the kiwi-hairstyle—I guess he must be very good at kung fu and must be very strong at work."

"Then I followed them here! And it was July, summer, and hot! In Colombia we all dress like this. I'm saying this for the third time!"

Beatrice became more and more excited as she spoke. She jumped up from the wooden chair and pointed at Moriarty while speaking in unauthentic English, looking very aggressive.

"That's the way it is, you yellow candy-headed rigid man!"

Ah, this Latin American girl is even more sexy, and Joshua's face slowly turned red again.

"You said you brought some specialties from your hometown. Where are they?" Moriarty still maintained a polite and businesslike attitude.

"Here it is! Here it is! Colombian blood sausage! I work from morning till night, and those who don't know me would think I'm a mule being used by a slave owner, running around the stove all day long!"

Beatrice sat sideways on the wooden chair and threw the woven bag on the table over.

The woven bag slid in a graceful parabola in the air, just brushing against the curly hair on Joshua's head, and was easily intercepted by Alexander's rough hands.

There was a muffled sound behind him, and Alexander fell to the ground. Jacob was so scared that he quickly carried Thomas and jumped to the side.

Joshua frowned and pinched his nose. He smelled the blue cheese smell of dead fish that had been left in the club bathroom for three days.

"This is...what a powerful weapon..."

Thomas wanted to lock his throat and spoke in fits.

"Put aside your British nobility. This is authentic Colombian blood sausage. We are the only family in the village that knows how to make it."

"That's ridiculous. I would believe it if you said it was Bell's new fire-breathing potion."

"What the lady said is true, Jacob, I am very familiar with this smell. Every time I pass by that Brazilian restaurant, I write a 3,000-word letter of complaint to the Secretary of Health."

"Gilipollas!"

Beatrice stood up suddenly, with her hands on her hips, as if she was ready to duel with someone.

"It's a family secret recipe that my grandmother's aunt stole from the grandfather of a Frenchman's Brazilian wife!"

The air suddenly fell silent. No one spoke. Even Moriarty had his eyelids half drooped.

"How about this? I'll use time to stop her actions, and you guys can quickly tie her up and hand her over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Have a fishing boat take her back to Columbus or Godzilla... Anyway, she's not allowed to set foot on English soil again."

Jacob took out a quartz watch from his pocket and a thick Bible: "Let God purify this witch on the way to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."

"Don't bother." Moriarty raised his hand slightly, interrupting Jacob who was about to pray.

He exhaled slowly and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. His eyes were even colder than his voice.

"Miss, I don't know who sent you, but your ridiculous drama can end here."

The air suddenly became much thinner, heavy breathing sounds lingered in everyone's ears, and the temperature increased by several degrees from the previous high.

Beatrice tilted her head, her cat-like eyes were unusually large and glowed like agate.

Just like the magma from a volcano flowing into the frozen water under the iceberg, her temperament also turned cold in the blink of an eye.