Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

You must seize the opponent's flaws.

He struggled with countermeasures, until he learned that a microfilm with a hidden password was seized from the border, Chris's first reaction was: this time he will win.

The code in the microfilm was quickly deciphered, and the precisely recorded data were all important information about the United States. After careful exploration, the man who carried the film was planning to go to the Democratic Germany, and then transfer there to Moscow.

The coercive cross-examination quickly got the answer - after all, not everyone is unconditionally and unreasonably loyal to the motherland - the FBI learned the information of the sender of the film.

It was an autumn afternoon, the sun was just right, and the sky was as blue as the sky over the rice fields in Van Gogh's famous painting.It was a similar scene to when he received the arrest mission.The light shines on the public lawn beside the street, and the bees dance among the flowers.

When they broke into the house at the end of the street and captured the spy who had mastered the crime of sabotaging national security, the gentle and polite youth was swimming in the swimming pool of his home.

He dipped his body in the pool and was wiping the water from his face with a towel, tilting his head and looking at them with a puzzled smile.

Even in the face of such a desperate situation, he didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he was really like a good citizen who was disturbed by innocent people. He was puzzled, but he understood and cooperated.

What's more...he doesn't have a strand of hair on his body, and even his body is a reflection of beauty itself.

The fellow FBI's cheeks were flushed, obviously they were all bloody men who would borrow each other's pornographic films and joke with each other during work breaks, but at this time, they were just like fledgling young men, pure and shy compared to Japanese high school students , being teased by the man's almost inhuman charm, I just felt my heart beating like a drum, and I didn't dare to look at him.

Chris could only glared fiercely at the group of colleagues who quickly took the ecstasy, stood by the pool, and knocked on the steel pole next to him.

"Put on your shorts, Mr. Fisher," ordered the agent, fierce as a lone wolf. "We are the FBI, and we hope you will cooperate with us, Colonel Lynn."

He smiled viciously, deliberately emphasizing the title.

……

This time the recipient seemed to really dislike him.

——At least, the performance, at least seems to dislike him.

This made Ivan feel very novel.

After obtaining the so-called business reward given by that aura-the aura of heartthrob limited to one world, he has become accustomed to being favored and admired by anyone he sees, although he doesn't feel that he used to rely on tricks A person who can't achieve his goal, but these straightforward and sudden favors still make him feel a kind of embarrassment.

However, it is rare for someone to show such sharp hostility and unfriendliness, and he is also an express delivery object that his world needs to deliver.

"A memory that can last forever."

——The express delivery this time sounds quite strange.

Ivan has seriously considered whether to shoot the other party's arm, or maybe just cripple that arrogant agent, so that when he sees his wounds in old age, he can still remember angrily that there was such a special agent in the past. He's an absolutely impressive guy.

But after thinking about it carefully, he regretfully dismissed the idea in the end. One is that Ivan is not so cruel, and the other is that the content of the express delivery is vague, so it is better not to take risks.

So even if he is staying in the interrogation room now, he is very calm.

Ivan even had the leisure to look at the crawling ant on the table, trying to drag a small ice crystal to the edge of the table, probably the white sugar that spilled out when adding sugar to the interrogated person's coffee during the last interrogation.

——Although, there is also an uncomfortable smell of blood here.

The people who interrogated him have passed three batches.

As long as you smile at them, those guys who look extremely cold and stern will be stunned, then stare at him red-faced, and retreat quickly as if retreating.So much so that Ivan himself thought about it seriously, and felt that his ability was too foul.

As a result of the whole day, the agent who brought him dinner whispered to him that the high-level officials would send special commissioners to interrogate him in person.

Commissioner...

Ivan was bored thinking about not knowing what kind of person the other party was, and Yiwen looked around.

Due to the limitations of the times, even in the place where the American secret agents work, there are still no monitors. The entire room wrapped in steel can already reveal the feeling of science fiction in this era, and it seems that it is quite conscientious to be interrogated People are left with a sense of oppression and fear.

But it wasn't enough for him.

While thinking about it, Ivan heard the sound of the door being opened and cast his gaze over it.

The man who walked in through the opened door was wearing a strict black suit with a calm expression.He has a rather handsome face, with a sharp expression between a back-line clerk and a front-line agent, and a very special sensitivity.

Hmm... it looks pretty good.

So when the other party looked at him, Ivan smiled at the special commissioner who came in a hurry without knowing anything.Then, I saw the other party's stunned expression with satisfaction.

His eyes froze on Ivan, unable to move away.

"Sir?" Ivan's tone was full of doubts, but he still called the other party with a smile.

Only then did the man come to his senses, frowning tightly, as if he couldn't understand his reaction just now.

Ivan stretched out his hand to him, letting the other party see the handcuffs on his hands, and said with a slightly complaining tone: "The quality of your handcuffs is not very good, sir, my wrist hurts."

"I……"

The man looked away in embarrassment, but he finally didn't evacuate like the previous people, "I'm sorry. But according to the rules, I don't have the authority to uncuff you."

This is to be expected.What's more, only when the prey is in handcuffs can the hunter have the illusion that no matter how the situation turns, the situation is always in his own hands, and then he can relax his vigilance logically.

I don't know that the identity has already been rotated.

"It's a bit hot in here, sir." Ivan smiled at him, seemingly complaining unintentionally, "Then, let's get started."

Some things don't have to be done by hand.

……

Even that guy has been successfully captured, and there will be no more tasks in this world that he can't do.

Chris filled the wine glass with confidence, looked at the people coming and going in the clubhouse with great interest, and observed who might be involved in this mission.

Even when he remembered the task he had just completed, he still felt in a trance. He really couldn't believe that he actually captured that guy.So much so that I felt mockingly in my heart that the guy was too blind to be found by the FBI once, and he still used that false identity and did not escape——

Although, since the FBI has already targeted him, he will not be given the opportunity to escape under the disguise of a new identity.

It's just that when he was handcuffed, the young man still smiled at him, which made Chris feel uneasy for some reason.

It was too peaceful.

Does the other party have any backhand?

No, it is impossible for the FBI to let go of a captured spy, maybe it's just the other party's psychological tactics.

Even though he was so self-comforting, Chris still had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't explain why. He could only convince himself with the idea that he would testify in court once the charge review started.

No matter what, since he has captured the mission target, he will never let him escape.

In the clubhouse, people chatted and clinked glasses with each other. Everyone seemed to be a celebrity in the upper class. Chris shook the ice cubes in the glass, and in order to distract himself, he looked at their expressions and demeanor with cold eyes .

According to the information obtained by the FBI, some of these so-called upper-level people are conspiring to carry out drug transactions through this environment.

Cut... completely unaware that he was being targeted by the FBI.

Chris glanced at the two people by the pool who were pointing at the beautiful woman laughing and chatting, and looked away again, seemingly unintentionally, just sneered.

When the waiter passed by, he stretched out an empty wine glass and casually signaled the other party to fill it up, while staring boredly at the window sill of the banquet hall, watching the curtains in the inner hall being blown by the wind.

But a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, blocking the waiter who was about to pour him wine.

Chris moved his gaze and saw a girl in a long black evening dress standing beside him at some point.She took the wine bottle from the waiter with a smile, motioned him to leave, and then poured wine into the glass in Chris's hand.

"Sir?" the girl called out to him.

Chris stared blankly at the girl smiling at him.

The young girl's appearance was undoubtedly very beautiful, her soft Asian facial features were distinctly European. Although she was reserved, she was warm because of her smile, and her deep lavender eyes had a Greek flair.

Her hair is beautiful and soft, and the corners of her mouth are bent, like the golden Aphrodite who loves to laugh; her expression is gentle but firm, dignified and reserved like Pallas?Athena; yet she walks lightly, with the gallantry of Artemis who shoots with white arms.

Although Chris has seen many beautiful women.But just like the goddesses, although they are extremely beautiful, they are still unable to compare with the natural goddesses, so is the girl in front of her, which makes all the ladies at the banquet fade away.

"—I fell in love with you at first sight."

The beautiful girl confessed to him.

☆, the fourth information that burns memory

It is not that Chris has never met a woman who is beautiful and has the courage to show love to the opposite sex.

The upper-class women in Europe and the United States have begun to have an independent concept, and Chris has always been confident in his handsome face, and firmly believes that he will not be able to get along in the FBI-but he insists that the premise for this to happen can only be the disbandment of the FBI, or Submit your own resignation on your own initiative - you can also go to Hollywood to shine in the world.

But in front of this young girl, even though he never felt inferior to his own charm, he felt a strange astonishment...and humiliation.

She is too beautiful, but like a fantasy.But now the illusion whispered in front of her.

If it is any other beauties, the beautiful eyes are conveying glances, and the eyes are blinking, as if they are saying: Come, come to love me, and I will give you love.

But for her, it's just a slight bend of the corner of her mouth, with a lingering and sweet pride because she's used to being admired by others, smiling: Love me, I'll take a look at you.

She is the silver Helen, illuminated by the North Star, the moonlight flying low over sky and sea covered with nightwings of blue and silver, and even the stars fade when the flowers of the world fade because of her.Forever young and not old, always proud to be strong, always pure and beautiful, always cool and cold, shining on you, tempting you, but you can never get close.

——But this illusory and unattainable girl said to him in front of him, "I fell in love with you at first sight."

Chris subconsciously glanced at the two men by the pool, evaluating in his mind the possibility of being identified by his opponent and that this was a beauty trick.

However, such a beauty costs too much.

Regardless of his inner opinion, the other party just closed Chris's hand holding the wine glass, smiled at his heavy eyes, held his hand, leaned his hand against his cheek, and then borrowed his cup, lightly drank the bright red wine in the cup.

Chris didn't push hard, and let her hold his hand, feeling the back of his hand lightly touch the girl's delicate cheek.

Her lips were moistened with wine, with a faint gleam of water, which was a very suitable shape for kissing.With such lips closed, the girl curled the corners of her mouth and smiled at him.

Then she gently approached Chris's upper body, and everyone around her looked at her with jealousy, almost maddened with envy that such a pretty boy could be favored by such a beautiful woman.

Chris also thought he was going to be kissed, until that cheek was lightly pressed against his face, and there was a soft laughter in his ear, bringing a warm wind.

"What? This look of waiting to be kissed?"

Gentle but smiling...

male voice.

"--you!"

Chris stood up with a jerk, staring at her dumbfounded... no, him.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "You actually escaped..."

"Hush." ​​The girl gently touched his lips with her fingers, signaling him to keep silent.

"She" continued to speak in that female voice, at a volume that could be heard by others, "How could I run away from you, I have fallen for you."

With a meaningful sticky tone, he called him gently: "Sir."

If Chris still can't recognize him, he is really not qualified to continue working in the FBI.

He simply pulled her into his arms amidst the "girl"'s whispered exclamation. Although he held her in his arms ambiguously and seemed to be unable to restrain the longing kiss, he was actually biting his ear and said viciously: "You escaped!" How dare you come to me? Are KGB agents so crazy?"

Ivan just listened to him quietly, then smiled: "No, I'm also working for the FBI now."

Unbelievable look.

"Do you need to call to confirm? You can ask the owner of the banquet hall where the phone is. I saw it in the side hall just now."

Before Chris questioned, he had already smiled and said: "I won't run away, wasn't I just waiting for your arrest?" He raised his eyes slightly, and the disguised lavender eyes were charming and beautiful.

... This guy is too tall.

Chris walked away strangely.

In this posture, if it were other beauties, they would have already flung themselves into the chest of the opposite sex like a bird.The other party was actually able to hold the other party's neck with his hands, smiling, with a bit of slack like a queen's charity.

This kind of height did not arouse other people's suspicion at all. It can only be said that the false girl in front of her is too beautiful, and even a little bit of incongruity is naturally ignored like the glory of a goddess.

"You'd better keep your word."

Actually he should have dragged the guy along to the telephone, but on this occasion, it was too conspicuous to be so tough on a lady.Chris is still unwilling to disturb the mission target this time.

So he just glared at the girl in black evening dress and hurried towards the banquet hall.

Ivan watched the other party leave with a smile, sat where he was just now, picked up the orange juice on the table, and turned his gaze to the pool again.

Well, orange juice is good, taste of the east coast.

……

"I know! I see him!"

Using the phone in public, Chris, who could only try to keep his voice down, couldn't restrain his temper that was about to explode.

"Are you crazy? He is a dangerous character! A double agent? I don't know when the FBI is so stupid that the enemy will use such a stupid reason to fool it!"

The person on the opposite side knew his character very well, and there was helplessness in his voice at this moment: "This is what the commissioner meant. He has confirmed Ivan Lynn's recruitability."

"Go to his commissioner!" After cursing, "transfer me to the commissioner's call."

"But..." the operator hesitated.

"Hurry up. Otherwise, Ivan? Lynn and I, only one can go back alive." He had to threaten the other end of the phone.

The other party sighed: "Understood."

With the sound of electric current from the telephone switch, Chris tapped the heels of his shoes on the ground anxiously, while looking out of the side hall, wondering if the guy in women's clothing still kept his promise to stay in the garden.

Finally, the call was connected.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice sounded sleepy.

Chris frowned and glanced at the heavy grandfather clock in the side hall, it was a bit weird, isn't it time to sleep now?Isn't it in the same state time zone?

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Alex?" Because the authority of the dispatcher has always been higher than that of the agent, although he is about to explode with anger now, he still suppresses his temper and addresses him as politely as possible.

Chris wasn't sure if that was the man's real name, but since the operator told him so, let it be.

"Yes." The man on the other end of the phone said with a tired and sleepy voice, "Agent Chris? Roberts?"

Chris was taken aback.

"He told me you'd call."

he……

When hearing this sentence, Chris already had a bad feeling.

Then he heard the other party continue, "That's exactly what I meant, and I'll be submitting a written report to the top soon. Until then, your mission is to work with Evan Lynn. I heard you haven't been able to find a suitable partner." , Lone wolf? Lynn, he can catch up with your ability."

Then, without waiting for Chris to ask, he said concisely: "I don't want our agents to question the meaning of the higher-ups during mission time."

I don't need such a dangerous partner.

Chris wanted to get angry, but he knew it was not the time, so he could only suppress his anger, and answered "yes" sternly.

——He has figured out the situation now, the guy on the other end of the phone line is probably another idiot who fell under Xue Meigui's smile and tricks.

He only hoped that all the idiots who lost their IQ and fell into the charm of that young man could wash their heads and wash away all the love bubbles in their heads.

After Chris stepped back viciously, Ivan cast his gaze on him and said with a smile, "How about it, I didn't lie, did I?"

That casual and gentle smile is different from the hypocritical fake smile before, with a real smile.Whether in male or female appearance, it is undoubtedly a pleasing sight.

Even if Chris doesn't eat his tricks of being loved at all, he still has to admit that this guy has what it takes to be loved.

He picked up the wine glass on the table, drank the wine in it, and said coldly: "I will let others see your essence."

Even in the face of such obvious hostility, the young man just smiled and said: "Then give it a try, maybe you are the first to be convinced."

Impossible.

Chris was about to refute him, but noticed that Ivan looked at the wine glass he had just put down and said, "Ah, I forgot to tell you, I drank from your glass just now."

He smiled mischievously, and looked up at Chris with lavender eyes, like a child who has just come out from behind a fence in a flower garden and told his parents he'd pulled out the roses and planted corn.

It's obviously just an innocuous joke.Chris has neither cleanliness nor sissy cares about having a so-called indirect kiss with another person of the same sex.

But he still lost his mind briefly because of this smile.

That's weird, Evan?Lynn undoubtedly likes to laugh. Chris has seen each other's smiles several times during the past few meetings.But this time it felt different.

...That was the guy's real smug smile, which he succeeded because his opponent was annoyed but couldn't resist.

It's not like any other time, it's real.

He shouldn't be smiling like that...it's so confusing.

Chris heard his heart beating heavily, and then looked away in a panic, frowning, not knowing why he reacted just now.

"Chris?" The young man still called his name intimately and suspiciously.

In his dissatisfied look of "Why are you looking for me?", the young man tilted his head and smiled: "You...are you still a virgin?"

"you--!"

The man's eyes widened in astonishment, staring at each other.

Ivan thought about it for a while: "I have a bad temper, I can't coax girls, and I'm not frank about my feelings. Even if I have been in a relationship, my girlfriend who looks at her face and work will probably be unable to bear it and propose a breakup soon... No, you really have a relationship." Ever had a girlfriend?"

"You want to care?!" He yelled angrily. In order to cover up the moment of embarrassment just now, Chris ordered: "Listen to my command, don't hold me back, this task is mine, I am more important than you." understand situation."

Then Evan just shrugged.

"I also got information." He looked at the people who were still talking by the pool and said, "Is it them? You need to find out where the drugs are hidden from them?"

Chris ignored him.

"Your efficiency is too low, let me show you KGB's methods." The "girl" in a black evening dress playfully shook her finger at him, bringing a child who was raised by parents from an upper-class and wealthy family. The eldest lady's delicate and pretty, walked straight to the two people by the swimming pool with light steps.

Chris just wanted to hold him, but he had already missed the best time.I could only sit under the parasol in frustration, secretly observing the situation there.

He took out the pen from his chest and turned it around seemingly casually. Although his eyes seemed to be staring at the beauties in the swimming pool, he was actually nailed to the reflective body of the pen, paying attention to the situation over there.Complaining in his heart that if an accident happens, the informant will be caught immediately.

As for that guy...

Chris frowned.

Although he is indeed used to being arrogant and conceited, once he performs a task, he will immediately abandon his personal feelings, calmly analyze the situation, and take rational actions.

But I don't know why, once I meet that guy, I will immediately reveal my childish and immature side, always all kinds of irritable.

It shouldn't be.

he said in his heart.

That guy is nothing more than an enemy, at best a temporary teammate, he shouldn't stir up your emotions like this.

The hem of the skirt fluttered like a Widowmaker, so beautiful that even the smell of the perfume that passed by made people admire. The beautiful girl approached the two who were discussing like this.

Her approach obviously aroused the vigilance of the two at the beginning.They stopped talking and looked suspiciously at Ivan who was approaching.But they didn't know what he said, and soon a smile appeared on their faces, and then turned into a strange admiration.

They were talking, and then, the girl smiled at them, politely took her leave, and walked back.

"Don't look," Ivan glanced at the pen in Chris's hand, "Let's go, I've got the location."

Chris looked at him as if he had witnessed the second coming of Jesus with his own eyes: "You, how is it possible? Even if your charm is abnormal, how could they tell such important news to a... woman they just met?"

"Of course not." Ivan shook his finger at him, showing a sly smile, "But trust and admiration are the prerequisites for everything. As long as you fall in love, anyone can become an idiot. Actions will reveal information, and words will reveal secrets." , Blind peacock-style showing off will take everything out - and then you have to learn to analyze."

The man took his hand, forced him to stand up, frowned and smiled, and said in a soft voice that should be a soft and cute girl, "You don't even know these things, you only rely on your muscles to live." By now?"

"..." Chris had to control the urge to beat up the vicious bitch in front of him.

☆, the fifth intelligence that burns the memory

Then Chris saw what is called the true strength of Blood Rose.

He followed the "girl" in women's clothing all the way out of the banquet hall, until the two stopped in a nearby alley, and began to pretend that nothing had happened, chatting.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Ivan even asked him to light a cigarette in a dark alley, and then, under the watchful eyes of Chris covered in goosebumps, he leaned against his body, pretending to want to have sex in a private place Cannon's impatient couple to reduce the possibility of being detected by the target's secret whistle.

It wasn't until they saw a man with a black briefcase passing by that Ivan gave Chris a look, let him walk over, and said hello to him.

The man is obviously very vigilant, even in the face of Chris's conversation, he looks impatient and wants to end the conversation.I don't know what reason the FBI agent relied on to finally calm the other party down, and it seemed that he even gradually believed his words.

But just as the man was about to hand over the black suitcase in his hand to Chris, he caught a glimpse of Ivan in the alley.

Because he hadn't noticed that there was actually a person here before, the man was startled immediately, vigilantly as if he wanted to take out the gun from his pocket, but he froze for a moment when Ivan smiled at him, and then couldn't help it. just walked over.

Chris cursed secretly in his heart, and was about to get rid of this guy, but saw Ivan show him a half-smile expression, motioning him to stop, and then pretending to be enthusiastic, leaning against the wall, facing The man spoke softly.

The man seemed to have lost all the calm vigilance he had when he was talking to Chris just now, and he ignored the FBI agent standing behind him, and talked happily with Ivan.

"..." Chris cursed inwardly. Sure enough, no one in this world could resist the charm of that guy, but at the same time, he felt a strange discomfort because of the temperature of the guy who was still leaning against him just now.

It always feels like my girlfriend is hooking up with another man in front of my face.

He scolded his own stupid thoughts in his heart, and when he saw Ivan actually leaning into the man's arms, he finally couldn't bear it and walked over, but he heard a muffled gunshot, and the man fell down softly.

"It didn't kill me." Ivan waved the gun in Chris's astonished eyes, and then pulled away the hem of his evening dress—it has to be said that this action was not ladylike at all—and used a rope to re- Strapping the gun to his inner thigh, "but before anyone else spots him, we need to hurry up."

"If you weren't here, I would have settled the matter a long time ago." The feeling of suffocation just now did not disappear, and Chris yelled at him unhappily.

Ivan glanced at him with a half-smile: "Are you jealous?"

"you--!"

"Don't waste time, show some professionalism." Ivan interrupted him before he exploded, with a businesslike attitude, picked up the black briefcase on the ground and walked outside.

Only Chris was left standing there, very annoyed, but he had no choice but to chase after him.

Yiwen had already figured out the location and code before, and now he got the things from the original respondent, so it didn't take much effort to sneak into the guards at this time.Even those who doubt Yiwen's female identity, as long as they are caught by "her" cold but charming rose-like eyes, they will be dizzy and forget what they want to say.

He is like a man with thousands of faces.

Chris thought.

At the banquet, he was the pure and innocent lady from a famous family. In the alley, he was the frivolous but charming Liuying. But now, he is like a gangster who relies on his ability and A beautiful, calm and arrogant female bodyguard.

He didn't even know whether the spy he knew was the real personality of the other party, and this suddenly made him feel an extremely strong uneasiness in his heart, almost depressing.

Everything was handled so smoothly, if not for a man who came out of the toilet, froze when he saw them, then skillfully jumped to the wall, picked up an automatic rifle from the table, and yelled "This man is not Schwartz! Who did you bring in?!", they could have escaped with evidence.

The result is now in a bitter struggle.

Holding a gun, even wearing complicated clothes, she still looks like a rose on the battlefield. The bullets she shoots are like flowers in May, splashing bright red colors.

The FBI can directly shoot and kill suspects who are extremely harmful and pose a threat to their own lives, but Ivan still deftly grasps the speed between disarming the enemy and killing him, not as violent and impolite as Chris strafing.

Amid the rapid gunfire, the two of them managed to hide behind the cargo box to temporarily avoid the gunfire.

"Have you got the data?" He confirmed the message.

Chris held the gun, peeped out, and nodded: "I got it, but in order to prevent accidents, I must go back as soon as possible."

He was estimating how to get out of this situation, but felt Ivan pat him on the shoulder, and when he looked over in surprise, he noticed that the beautiful lavender eyes were staring at him. .

It was too close, and he was slightly panting because of the running and fighting just now, he heard his heart beating violently, as if in the black abyss, it was the first time in the dark night that there was a sound.

"Hey...!" Chris took a step back in a panic. If Ivan hadn't pulled him over in time, he would have almost exposed his body outside the cargo box.

"Be careful!" Ivan pulled his arm, looked at him suspiciously, and said what he wanted to say just now, "Let's act separately."

Chris was shocked: "But..."

It is indeed a wise move now to act separately, but Ivan is much more conspicuous than him in a uniform. The so-called separate action is almost equivalent to letting Ivan act as a cover.

But he doesn't need cover!In previous missions, whether it was catching spies, clearing drug dealers, or spying on evidence, Chris had always handled everything alone. How could it be possible for others to cover him?Or is this KGB, whose reliability is worrying, asking him to take the biggest risk?

Evan just smiled at him.

In terms of a female appearance, this smile is still so soft, with a sweet taste like candy.He just responded fiercely to the approaching gunshots, but he didn't hesitate at all.

"Be obedient, my Mr. Agent, you don't want the commissioner to write down some...well, unsatisfactory data on your assessment record, right?"

"...!" Chris finally tasted the taste of a typical American relationship.

He glared at Ivan, but he also knew that this situation was not the time for them to fight fiercely, so he could only reluctantly hold the documents in his arms, hold the gun and evacuate separately from the other party.

That guy, don't die.he thought angrily.Their grievances haven't been resolved yet.

……

As a result, Chris, who returned to the headquarters, didn't see Ivan all day.

He didn't know why he was upset, and he couldn't stop thinking about what he was doing. In the end, he simply walked up and down the corridors of the headquarters anxiously, so conspicuous that the secret service personnel came here to ask the identity of this suspicious person.

In the end, he still couldn't restrain the uneasiness in his heart, ran to the telephone, and called the special commissioner.

Evan was not with the commissioner.

But Chris didn't see him at headquarters, whether it was because he was sensitive as a double agent, or because something... bad happened.

A spy is not exactly equal to an agent.

The identities of spies should be more concealed. Exposure of identities is sometimes tantamount to the death of their careers and even their lives, so they will not be directly involved with the departments they belong to.Sometimes, even the death of the spy himself will not be detected in time, until the contact person finds that the situation is wrong due to the delay in contact, and then the information will be sent back to the headquarters, and the cause of his disappearance will be evaluated by professionals.

——But he didn't know how to contact Ivan.

Nothing to worry about.

As in the old days, a few bottles in the bar after work, refusing to chat with the lazy and charmingly smiling beauties who are intent on luring him into his bed, and going to the cinema to watch the new movie, "Night of the Hunter" recently He has gained quite a good reputation among his peers.

But in the end, he left midway before finishing watching.

Standing alone in the middle of the metropolis, Chris watches cars honking by.

The noble lady covered her fan and smiled, the newspaper boy tried desperately to sell her special issue after night fell, the man dressed as a lawyer and doctor was dressed in fashion, and hurriedly walked away from the tramp who looked around with indifferent eyes. leave behind.

——However, there is no one with the special video camera given to him by the CIA agent, love