My British Empire

  Chapter 247 Special Operations Division

  Jack walked quickly, without the slightest hesitation, towards the gate, moving forward without hesitation.

  His left hand held the doorknob, and the door slowly cracked open. The light in the room became brighter and the air circulated a lot.

   "Wait a minute—" Jack's body was already out of the room, and the door quickly began to close.

  At this time, a deep voice began to come from the room. Fortunately, his ears are not bad, otherwise it would be really difficult to hear clearly.

  Jack gradually showed a smile on his face, and it became brighter and brighter, and his steps were slow.

   "Sir John, your enlightenment really makes me very happy, at least it can save us a little time!"

  Jack turned around, walked quickly across from Sir John, found a seat and sat down, putting his left leg on his right with a relaxed expression.

"Sir, I know you want to find evidence, and you have been burning with anxiety. If we stay here for one day, your pressure will increase by one level. For up to three days, we will be sent out respectfully by you." !"

  Sir John raised his head, looked directly at Jack, his eyes were calm, and he said in an unhurried voice.

   "What I'm going to say next is what you're eager to know!"

  Sir John smiled indifferently, then sat up straight with a serious expression, as if he had important information to say.

   "I only have one request, I hope you can treat me lightly!"

  He emphasizes the word "I," and Jack hears what he means.

   "Oh? This is indeed a simple matter, but it depends on whether you have enough information!"

  After hearing what he said, Jack twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, his eyes wandered, seemed to be thinking for a while, and then continued.

   "Okay, I hope you keep your promise!" Sir John remained calm, but his eyes were a little dim.

  He understands that after this incident, his family will definitely decline, and if he does not prepare in advance, it will be difficult to rise up.

  Dead friends do not die poor, people are selfish.

  Besides, if he doesn't say it now, within three days, he won't believe the integrity of the other three people.

   It is the default law of people all over the world to act first to be strong, and to attack later to suffer.

   "I'm in charge this time. I think this matter can still be decided!"

  Jack corrected his attitude and said word for word, ready to accept this surprise moment.

   "Our four major families are the main promoters, and the rest are just some small gentry in the county, specifically..."

   "In the past three years, we have occupied a total of 13,000 acres of land in Oxfordshire, including 10,000 acres of arable land and 3,000 acres of grassland. Most of them have entered the hands of our four major families!"

   "The specific ledger is in my study, the second book in the third row, just remove the cover!"

  ...

  Then, Sir John slowly talked about the illegal land occupied in the past three years, that is, the land information that has not been reviewed by the anti-enclosure committee, and Jack had already started to write records with a pen.

   These are the specific figures for the past three years, and the previous enclosures were basically approved by the anti-enclosure committee, which means that taxes have been paid, and there is nothing to do without Jack!

   Jack knew about this, so he didn't disturb Sir John's words.

   Reciprocated, and he naturally classified John Felton as an accidental death, easily reducing their guilt a lot.

   Of course, Edward knew about this.

  If Felton John was sentenced for corruption, at most he would be fined and dismissed from office, but how could such an act of prying the corner of the royal family be so forgiven, death is his best result.

  The four major families not only have to spit out the occupied land, but also punish the land or pounds equivalent to the occupied land in order to comfort the heart of His Majesty the King.

  Of course, the title of jazz will naturally be cancelled, and even the family members in the security committee will be persuaded to leave.

   These are just superficial, at most they will hurt some vitality of those families, and they will recover in a few years.

  Our Majesty the King naturally has the last resort.

  Of course he wouldn't make it easy for them. The king who has read historical novels still admires some of the methods of the Chinese emperor, and it is also very good to be able to use them in England! (Sell it off)

   An hour passed quietly, Sir John also closed his lips, and Jack stopped recording with tired hands, and there was a sense of joy overflowing throughout.

  Sir John slumped on the chair tiredly, his eyes dimmed, as if he was thinking about something.

   "Thank you so much, sir!" Jack stood up, took off his hat and saluted Sir John, with a sense of gratitude and irony.

  After turning around and leaving, Jack greeted the other interrogating members. After learning that there was nothing to gain, he picked up the things he had recorded, and proposed detailed task points and responsible teams.

   Soon, together with the support from London, the Palace Intelligence Service now has 80 people in Oxford, and they all gathered in the lobby. These are the backbone of the Palace Intelligence Service.

   "Everyone, get ready. After an hour, everyone except the left-behinds will execute the task on this paper immediately!"

  Jack stood in the hall with a serious face, and he ordered loudly to everyone who had gathered.

  The others also nodded solemnly, without saying a word.

  An hour later, all of them were wearing white cloaks with red and white roses, daggers, slanted black flat hats to cover their specific faces, and gold-trimmed leather boots, looking majestic.

   A group of people rode on their horses swiftly, and ran out of Oxford City at a speed like the wind, heading towards their goal.

  And some walked towards the wealthy district of Oxford City without haste.

   But Jack was sitting in Oxford, thinking about whether the specific gains this time would satisfy His Majesty the King.

  The winter sky is still so empty and vast, it is refreshing to look at.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the blue sky, as a member of the security committee, Wright Wendell didn't feel happy at all, but became more and more upset. He was like a hedgehog, ready to explode at any time. Gross, restless.

  How can the news in the past few days make people happy?

The four major families were arrested by a group of people who were said to be from London, and the sheriff and the county court did not dare to interfere, pretending not to see them, and letting them do whatever they wanted, which made him flustered, and the whole person Neither could calm down.

  At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the maid opening the door, and then there was the sound of pushing, which made him feel even more irritable.

   Just turned around, ready to yell, suddenly three young men in white cloaks came over.

   "Hello, Mr. Wright Wendell, we are the Special Operations Department of the Star Chamber Court, and now we need your cooperation!"

  The leading man raised the wooden sign in his hand, engraved with the words Star Chamber Court and the small characters of the Special Operations Department.

  (end of this chapter)