Loews Clubhouse, Scotland.

The clubhouse is a five-story building, from the third floor to the fifth floor, with a row of stone pillars on the outside, reliefs on the bottom, and a spire design on the top, a typical British building.

And here is the headquarters of Freemasonry.

About some important things in the meeting, almost all will be done here.

At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz car stopped at the door of the clubhouse. Evans and Haylis hurriedly got out of the car and came to the interior of the building.

The first and second floors of the clubhouse are connected with a very large area. Both sides are connected to the second floor by wooden stairs.

Although the field of vision is wide, the lights inside are somewhat gloomy. In the middle of the hall, there is a statue that is a symbol of Freemasonry.

Gives a gloomy feeling.

After entering, the two accelerated their pace, ran upstairs, and reached the fifth floor.

The layout of the fifth floor is somewhat similar to that of a hotel.

The corridor in the middle is covered with carpet, and the two sides add up to a total of more than a dozen rooms.

However, the whole building is made of wood, which is also in line with the temperament of this building and even this city.

After reaching the fifth floor, the two came to the innermost room on the left hand side.

Then I tidyed up the clothes on my body to make myself look less messy and more decent.

Dangdangdang—

Evans knocked on the door rhythmically.

Soon, an old voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Evans pushed open the door and walked in with Hayes.

The area of ​​the room is not as big as imagined, it is almost a hundred square meters.

All the furniture has a strong British style, much like those old gentlemen's homes in TV dramas.

In the office, there are three people.

Two of the men are not too old, almost in their thirties, and they are all white. One of them has long hair, combed into a whip, and is meticulous in care.

The other is the opposite, with short hair and a "GOD" tattoo on his neck, standing respectfully at the desk.

Behind the desk, sat a gray-haired old man, just like a skeleton, with a piece of skin about to fall off.

The old man's name was Connolly, and he was the vice-supervisor of the Freemasonry.

Although the presidents of other overseas branches are also appointed as vice-supervisors, they are just a vacant position, which is incomparable with Connolly.

In the entire Freemasonry, there are only two more powerful than Connolly, the president and the supervisor.

So many things in the Freemasonry are handled by him alone.

In addition to Connolly, the long-haired man is named Nathan.

His position in the Freemasonry, like Evans, is the chief of the guard.

Another short-haired man, named Jill, used to be a very good guard.

"Master Supervisor."

Seeing Connolly, the two bowed deeply to show their respect.

Connolly nodded, holding a pen in his hand, pulling a hoarse throat and said:

"What happened to these two fires."

"It was done by the Zhongwei Brigade."

"Didn't they leave London and when were they sent back." Connolly asked.

"We haven't checked this out yet." Evans said:

"But I think it is very likely that it was the leader of the Zhongwei Brigade Group, a Chinese man named Lin Yi who did it."

"Lin Yi..." Connolly said deeply:

"I seem to have heard of this name."

"He is the guy who escaped in the Panama incident before."

"It turned out to be him." Connolly's expression had a trace of sorrow. "The previous Panama incident was very violent. He was able to escape in such an environment, which is very powerful."

The four of them did not speak.

One is Connolly, the third most powerful figure in the Freemasonry.

In the rigorously hierarchical Freemasonry, they have not yet such courage.

Secondly, what Connolly said seems to be correct.

"Master Supervisor, according to my guess, he might not stop so quickly in this action." Evans said:

"I'm going to deploy more people to grab him."

"Are you sure?" Connolly asked in a low voice.

Evans gave a sigh of relief, questioning his ability.

In a hurry, Evans bowed to Connolly.

"This incident is a negligence in my work. I am willing to take full responsibility for this matter, and I will definitely be able to bring him back!"

"From the very beginning of the C-level potion trade, to Walker's death, to the fire in the Masonic Building, I have given you countless opportunities."

Connolly's voice was calm, still playing with the pen in his hand, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as Witherf Haite in a human centipede.

"Please give me another chance."

Evans bowed deeply.

"Forget it." Connolly waved his hand and said with a deep face:

"You have been in Freemasonry for more than ten years, and the opportunity can't always be given to you alone."

After speaking in a low voice, Connolly's gaze fell on Jill.

"This incident will be your last mission during your tenure as a general. If you handle it well, you will replace Walker in the future and become the commander of the general."

"Thank you, Mr. Supervisor." Jill bowed, with a wicked smile on his face.

"I will personally catch him back, and then throw his body at the door of the Zhongwei Brigade to let them know that I will offend Freemasonry."

Connolly nodded, "Although he is the leader of the Zhongwei Brigade, don't have too much scruples about this matter. There can be no large-scale conflict between the two sides. At the door, it's also a good idea."

Jill nodded and said seriously:

"I guess that his next goal is probably Berlin, because it is very close to Paris, so before that, I have arranged people and guarded them in Berlin."

"Let’s pass now. Two buildings have been destroyed. If there are other incidents, it will have a serious impact on our reputation in the world."

"Yes, Master Supervisor, Ring Ring Ring—"

Jill's cell phone, UU reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly rang at this moment.

"Master Supervisor, it is the phone I handed down. They are stationed in Berlin. There may be something wrong."

"Pick up the phone and see what's going on."

Jill took the phone and turned on the public release.

"Mr. Gil is not good, we have a fire in the Masonic Building in Berlin!"

As soon as this was said, except for Connolly, the expressions of everyone else changed.

Although he predicted the opponent's movements, no one expected that his actions would be so fast!

"Asshole, I sent ten of you over, didn't you stop him!"

"Sorry, Mr. Jill, the opponent is very good, we are not his opponent."

(End of this chapter)