Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

Laughing photographer.

Chris couldn't tell what was the reason for his confused emotions at this time. He walked alone on the streets of the metropolis, not knowing what he was looking for and where his footsteps would lead him.

When he realized it, the place where he stopped was not his apartment, but Ivan?The villa where Lynn rented out as a photographer hired by the photo studio—it was also the place where he took other colleagues to capture the other party by the pool.

Chris just felt embarrassed.

If other colleagues know about this kind of behavior of a man who is lost in love, they will probably laugh at him for falling in love with that guy, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

However, the footsteps that were angrily about to turn around and leave suddenly stopped.

He saw the lights lit up in the second-floor room of the villa.

The action he took was faster than his thoughts. Chris quickly grabbed the exterior wall of the villa, full of the swift style of an FBI agent, jumped into the garden of the villa nimbly, ran towards the second floor, and flew over the steps one after another. He almost rushed upstairs.

he's in it!

——As a result, Ivan, who had just taken a shower, was taken aback by him.

He was wearing nothing but the bath towel that wrapped his body. While wiping his wet hair with the towel, he thought of other things and casually pushed open the bathroom door.

As a result, the agent with ice green eyes, like a lone wolf, stood in his bedroom, staring at the bathroom door, like a large dog squatting at the owner's door, almost wagging its tail after seeing him The eyes are shining, and I don't know if it's the lighting in the bathroom or something else.

But Ivan was indeed startled by the guy who suddenly appeared in his home, subconsciously took a step back, and twitched the corner of his mouth after he realized it.

"You... Mr. FBI agent, can you break into other people's houses like this?"

He commented in a Soviet tone, "I remember that American society attaches great importance to personal space. It is said that once someone breaks into your home illegally, they can even shoot you. Do you have a search warrant?"

Chris looked away guiltily, but unwilling to admit defeat in front of the other party, he forcibly turned his gaze back: "Since you have returned safely, why don't you go to the headquarters to report?"

"I'm a double agent."

Ivan sat on the bed, continued to wipe the drops of water from his hair, and said casually, "The news from the Soviet Union is that I am still loyal to the KGB, if you want them to know the truth so much."

cut.

Chris knows exactly where the truth is needed.The guy in front of him must have used his almost abnormal charm ability to coax the high-level people around. Not only did he follow the horse's lead, but he might even be willing to be his plaything on the bed.

At the end of the day, just a KGB agent who can't be trusted.

So he still stared at Ivan, leaning against the wall with his hands folded without speaking, his eyes unblinking, as if as long as he looked away, the other party would evaporate from this world just like in the daytime.

"..."

This man looked at him like this, telling him how to dress.

Ivan sighed helplessly: "I won't run away. So, Chris, can't you give me a private space and let me put my clothes on?"

"...?" Chris froze for a moment.

He stared at Ivan for a while, and then suddenly realized that the other person was actually no different from being naked, but since he came in, he had been thinking about finally catching this person again, and completely ignored it.

Chris just looked at him quietly, without any expression, but his face turned red a little bit like this.His eyes swept over the young man's soft hair with water droplets, his handsome face with a smile on his face, and the skin exposed from under the white towel——

"I, haven't I seen your naked body?! I saw you the day I arrested you!"

Saying so bluntly, the agent quickly evacuated towards the outside of the bedroom.

"Don't try to run away, I'll just wait outside! I can hear you!"

boom!

The door was slammed shut.

Then Ivan heard a muffled grunt of pain outside, probably because he was too flustered and hit the corner of the cabinet by the door.

...Is this guy getting naive?

In his mind, Ivan compared the guy just now with the agent who was squinting at him and his eyes were full of arrogance and unruly when they first met, and chuckled lightly.

Isn't that obvious?Even if the situation is the same, as long as the feelings of the parties are different, it can become something with a different meaning.

He hummed softly and continued to wipe the water droplets from his hair.

After Ivan changed into his home clothes and came out of the bedroom, he found that Chris, who was bored waiting, was very hostile and boringly changing TV channels on his sofa.

In 1954, the first consumer-grade color TV set, the CT-100, was launched on the market. However, due to the high price, the sales were bleak. Therefore, the TVs in Ivan’s villa were still black and white.

However, this was just a temporary gift left over when the villa was rented with KGB funds. He himself was not interested in the crude technology of this era. After the arrival of the new owner, this TV was turned on for the first time.

After hearing the movement, Chris, who was lying on the sofa, cast his gaze lazily at him.

"Do you want a sandwich?" Ivan asked him, "I just bought it at the convenience store when I came back."

"Are you taking this for dinner?" Chris asked suspiciously.

Ivan blinked: "Otherwise what do you want? Treat me to eat?"

At this point, most shops in the United States are closed, and it’s not China. There are also night markets that can still be brightly lit until three o’clock.

Chris glared at him, and Evan smiled back.

"...cut." Chris held out his hand to him, "Give me the money."

"Huh?" Ivan didn't understand the situation.

The man looked away: "There is a convenience store outside...I'll go buy some ingredients and make you something to eat. Now the sandwiches are cold."

Whoa, what did he hear.

Speaking of which, this guy can cook... Also, single men can't eat 24-hour fast food for every meal.

Ivan stared at Chris incredulously, until the other party cast his eyes back viciously: "Colleagues, do you have any comments?"

Evan laughed.

"—Then, thank you."

The handsome young man who curled the corners of his mouth towards him had a gentle smile on his brows.Asian black eyes, with swamp-like mysterious shadows, so deep that they seem to fall into them.

Chris heard his heart beating heavily.It seemed to come from a very far away place, but the echo was still so obvious.His heart was shivering—shivering because of the cold, as if he had put his heart on the ice, and then felt the warmth overflowing from the coldness, scalding—or like It is like a pond, sparkling.

So much so that he didn't realize that in the eyes of Ivan, who was standing condescending, Chris, who was staring blankly at him, was like a poor beast tamed by love.

The feeling of being loved and being directed by desire are completely different.

peers said.

Because that's just love.

—Agent Chris?Roberts, in that moment, understood why people let themselves fall into what they knew was a well-laid trap.

☆, the sixth information that burns memory

Chris has to admit that his new partner has admirable strength.

Although there are not many opportunities for them to cooperate due to Ivan's status as a double agent, as long as Chris comes out to perform tasks, Ivan will appear by his side in disguise.

Chris's work does not emphasize secrecy. Over time, most of his colleagues know that the lone wolf who always only likes to act alone and arrogantly turns all his companions into useless waste finally has a mysterious partner.

——She is also a Chinese beauty who looks so beautiful that people are shaken.

"If you don't do it again, just leave me her home phone number."

"Did you propose? On your knees?"

But the more those people laughed ambiguously, the more irritated Chris became.

Not only because my life was unknowingly bound to that guy, but also because that spy was too strong.

Assuming that there is no abnormal ability to be loved by others, just relying on his strength as a spy can make Ivan flourish in this circle.Whenever he sees him handling emergencies skillfully, Chris even wonders if he is the one who is holding back in the heart of the other party.

My physical skills are better than his, and my marksmanship is better than his.

He persuaded himself in this way to comfort himself, otherwise he would really question life and feel that he is worthless.

In the past, Chris was used to contemptuously and arrogantly contemptuous of his peers who were lagging behind. Until now, that KGB has also made him taste the loss he once brought to others, and how frustrated it is to know that he is a burden.

Not at all.

When he yelled out his inner frustration and resentment to that guy viciously, the black eyes just stared at him, and then Ivan showed a smile like this, and approached his cheek under his blank stare, A light kiss fell on the lips.

Before Chris could react, he quickly retreated, touched his chin and said with emotion: "Well, at least you have positioned yourself correctly, and it really smells like muscle, and it probably smells like muscle when you hug it to the bed. "

"you……!!!"

He was on the verge of exploding, but he couldn't hide the feeling of depression that had indeed dissipated.

Intercepting the information from the Far East again, Chris was wearing the clothes of ordinary young people on the roadside, and when he walked out of the bar carrying important news, he saw the other party leaning against the iron railing on the roadside , pinching the chocolate hot cocoa he just bought in his hand boredly, and cast his eyes on the white clouds high in the sky.

Black boots, smooth arcs on the calves, a knee-length skirt and a long green trench coat, a long yellow scarf, and red lips.The vivid sense of color and presence cannot be ignored at all.

She herself is the most beautiful scenery on this street.All the men passing by looked back.

Even if the economic recovery, the fabric rationing system implemented by scarcity has long been suspended, it has instead made more luxurious fabrics and bright and bold colors mainstream.However, Chris still realized that the other party was the most stylish... man he had ever seen.

Yes, this must be emphasized for men.

After all, it was just to let him watch the wind, this guy is so conspicuous every time, it really makes people grit their teeth.

Although Chris also has to admit that even if there is any opponent who is careful to keep an eye out for abnormalities, seeing such a beautiful woman will be so attracted that he cannot notice any movement around him.

——But still can't hide the fact that this guy is a man? !Is he a transvestite?

Chris' stare caught the eye of the man who was idly looking at the sky.The other party moved his gaze away, saw his appearance clearly, showed a bright smile, and waved to him.

The elated look is like a girlfriend who has been waiting for her boyfriend for a long time. She originally decided that she would be angry when the other party appeared, but when she actually saw her, she was dissatisfied but couldn't hold back her joy.

When Chris approached reluctantly, Ivan pounced on him, hugged his neck vigorously, and handed him the hot cocoa with a smile.

Chris felt that he was about to be poked to death by the eyes of a bunch of men behind him, so he could only be unwilling...?Take a few sips into the straw.

"Where did you go just now?" Aggrieved voice.

"...I lost it." Chris twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Next time if this happens again, I will pick you up." The girl complained dissatisfiedly, and then, Chris heard Ivan's lowered voice: "You have been noticed, follow me later."

"……clear."

Answering briefly, the girlfriend hugging his neck smiled happily and said, "Shall we go eat? I'm hungry, Chris, and I want pizza."

Yi Wenqiang took his hand and walked forward, complaining: "Last time you said you would take me, Jenny, to camp, but when you got there, you said that Rickon wanted to take you to play basketball, and you left us both behind. There, it was too much, and it took me a long time to explain it to her."

He casually listened to the story fabricated by the other party, and agreed casually, but suddenly felt the pulling force in his hand stop.

Chris immediately raised his head, pretending to look forward in surprise, but actually vigilantly prepared to draw out his gun to deal with possible attacks around him.

But the girl in front turned around and approached him.

"Next time, don't abandon me again."

There was a faint smile on that close face, like some kind of illusion of falling into a dream, and in those deep black eyes, only his froze face was reflected.

"—Because of me, I like you Chris so much."

"I'm sorry." Chris replied in embarrassment.

He felt his face was hot, even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew how embarrassing it would be, so he could only move his face away in a panic.

Fortunately, Ivan no longer looked at him, but bent his eyes and smiled, and pulled him away.

Only Chris was left to follow the force of his being pulled, and felt that the clenched palm was like being pricked by a needle, but it didn't hurt, just itchy.

This ordinary couple, who were too conspicuous, did not attract the attention of the target in the end.

The restaurant was full of people.Chris was sitting by the window, resting his head on his hands and watching the busy traffic outside the glass, waiting for the person who said "I'll be back later after leaving".

On the table are pizza, steak, and Kiev fried chicken, which is said to be a Russian dish.He wanted to order a Chinese dish, but he didn't see it on the menu. After all, this is not a Chinese restaurant.

Someone sat down on the opposite seat, he raised his head, and the person sitting opposite returned a calm smile.

It was a gentle and gentlemanly photographer with an indescribable charm. He took off the camera hanging from his neck and put it on the table. He glanced around calmly and then retracted it. Turn your gaze back to the dishes in front of you.

This feeling...is so strange.

Chris thought.

After he had gotten used to the playful but self-willed girl who was willing to put up with her, this guy became the calm and self-possessed photo studio photographer he had just met.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable, thinking of what other colleagues had said.

——That ever-changing man with a thousand faces can pretend to be anything as long as he can gain the admiration of his target.

But what exactly is this guy's true personality?In other words, is this indifferent and calm spy who appeared in front of him really what this person really looks like?

He didn't know him, not at all.

Both colleagues and enemies.

So I don’t know if he was dazzled, anyway, as long as he is out of missions, he is quite headstrong, Chris said directly: "How about we chat?"

Ivan glanced at him in surprise and nodded.

"Tell me about your life?" The agent said in a provocative tone, "Or, you can't even tell your partner because you are an enemy after all?"

Facing such inexplicable hostility, Ivan just glanced at him and said, "There's nothing to say."

The music of an unknown singer is playing in the tavern, and the melodious and undisciplined guitar sound makes people feel like they have been transferred to a small town in the west, far away from the metropolis. Only the yellow sand is blowing on people's faces. A boring cowboy with a gun on his waist and a straw hat.

"I was born in the former Prussian land in Germany, which was assigned to Poland after World War II. Now I am a Soviet citizen, but my grandfather has always felt that we have become people who have lost their motherland. My mother is Chinese, and my father can be regarded as German."

"But unlike my grandfather, he always loved and loyal to our country. When I was young, our family always had all kinds of mysterious people from all over the world. They discussed things with my father. Although I can't I understand, but feel excited and proud.”

Thinking back to his innocent childhood, the spy smiled.

"This is my childhood, growing up with my grandfather's hatred and sighs and the glory of the Soviet Union. Although my father was a hero, like my mother, he died before I was an adult. The family was poor and could hardly provide food. Then At that time a man came to our house and asked me if I wanted to join the army, I said yes, I joined the KGB, and was sent to the West Germany."

"I met my uncle there, and then, as a traitor to the motherland, I killed him and handed in the nomination certificate. The FBI should have information about the following things."

The youth's words were understated.

Whether it's his own life, or family accidents, or killing blood relatives with his own hands, it seems that it doesn't matter to him.

Looking at the still smiling calm expression, Chris inexplicably understood why someone could deceive so many people's admiration, but only used it as a pure use, and did not care about all these feelings.

Because he doesn't care about himself.

"You... really don't care?"

Looking at his doubts, Ivan seemed very surprised, but replied with a smile: "Only the motherland is supreme."

No matter to what extent, in the end everything is not as good as the supremacy of the country.This is the morality of a socialist country. It is different from the American spirit of advocating individual freedom, reasonable patriotism, and the country serving individuals. The indifferent appearance of young people is the same as many Soviet spies Chris has seen.

However, only when he saw this person in front of him, did he feel uncomfortable, frowning, feeling that the cold look in his eyes seemed to be a careless thing in the other person's heart.

Seeing his complicated face, Yi Wen burst out laughing and said, "Do you really believe it?"

"You...!" Chris was stunned.

The spy on the opposite side looked careless, and started to fork the pizza with a fork: "Disguise is the basic requirement of a spy. If you just fabricate a life, you will believe it? I didn't expect FBI agents to have this quality."

"..."

accurate.

Of course, Chris knew that the words of the spy were not credible, but when this guy talked about his life, the indifferent but hard to hide melancholy expression made him unable to care about anything, and couldn't help but observe the other person's words .

So I believed it.

He actually believed him completely, and subconsciously took everything said by that face as the truth.

He clearly knew how good at deceiving this person was.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ivan, who was chewing on pizza, looked at him suspiciously.

Chris didn't speak, he cut the lamb chops viciously, and treated the food as someone viciously.

Are you angry?Ivan was a little surprised, and kept staring at Chris until he finally raised his head uncomfortably, tapped the plate with a knife, and asked angrily, "What do you want?"

Ivan smiled: "Is it okay if I take a look?"

"you……!"

Just look, who is afraid of whom!

Chris mustered up his spirit to meet each other's gaze bravely and fearlessly, and the two just stared at each other without saying a word in the noisy restaurant.

Then, under Ivan's smiling eyes, his face gradually turned red, and he suddenly coughed, covered his face and looked out the window, muttering: "Don't look."

Ivan watched his movements, smiled silently, and said suddenly: "Chris, have you ever thought about how the war will end?"

"The war is over." The FBI agent replied unhappily.

"The war has just begun." Ivan answered him with the words of a leader of the Allied countries, saying, "Both sides are in a cold war, and we are all pawns. But how long will this situation last? When it stops, peace will come , or a real war?"

Chris didn't know which muscle of this man was wrong, and suddenly talked about this kind of national affairs that they had no room to intervene.

He has never thought about this kind of problem. After all, an agent is an agent, and it is enough to carry out the mission. Even if the Cold War really ends one day, he will just get his pension and go to Hawaii for a leisurely vacation, or just die in a foreign country. Died in gang brawls on the battlefield, even in a neighborhood in America.

Wars always exist, wars never end, and human beings cannot really be at peace.

But he's not interested in talking about it like a kid.

"I don't know." So I said that.

"Wait until the day the war ends..." Black eyes looked at him.

He was laughing, and Chris realized again that the other party really liked to laugh, "Come to our country, I will take you to see the Red Square, and Leningrad. The night view of the Neva River is really beautiful, Lovers will kiss and make promises by the river, the sky on Vasily's seashore is long and blue, and will be dyed golden red by the setting sun, and the Summer Palace and Winter Palace are like castles in Russian fairy tales."

"—Even FBI agents can enter our country at will, and I will show you at that time."

What is this guy crazy about...

Chris looked away uncommonly.

"I may not be able to live so long."

"You will be able to live to your old age." Because this is the will that "fate" gave you, my recipient, "Trust me, Chris, the Cold War will end, and then, go to our country and see. "

"..." Obviously the agent shouldn't make any promises.

But the spy was staring at him, and Chris frowned, nonchalantly, and replied reluctantly, "If the war ends."

I was with you then, as I am now.

He was taken aback by the thoughts that came to him, and then he lowered his head and tried to plan the steak, pretending that he hadn't thought of anything.

☆, the seventh intelligence that burns the memory

The sun shone on his face, and it was so warm that it made people sleepy.

He was lying on the recliner at the door of the office, narrowing his eyes slightly, enjoying the rare leisure.

After all, there is no task today.

In this case, why not...go and play with Yiwen at night?

Even Chris himself was taken aback by the thought that came to his mind.

Since when did he start to get used to going to that guy's house more and more.Sometimes if he has already sneaked into Ivan's villa, but the other party has not returned from the photo studio, he will even go to the supermarket to buy some evening food by himself, or help take care of the lawn, until the other party disguises himself as a photographer. The identity of the spy is back.

He appeared so frequently that once Ivan came back, he just threw the key into his hand.

"I just got married." The handsome spy pouted, "In case you have to go over the wall every time."

...or pry my door.

Evan didn't say this.

Holding the key, Chris froze for a moment, only feeling that the key in his hand was hot, and immediately said angrily: "If it wasn't for the next mission information with you, do you think I would be willing to come?"

"Hmm, if I hadn't begged you so hard, Mr. Chris probably wouldn't bother to visit this spy's lair." Ivan responded perfunctorily to this honest guy, put the camera on the table, and the first thing he did was Drilled into the kitchen, and then poked it out, "You actually made grilled fish steak?"

"...Any opinion?" Chris, who was depressed, answered him in a foul tone.

"No objection." Ivan smiled, "It's just——thank you, you still remember what I casually mentioned yesterday."

At that time, Chris frowned, pretending to be bored, but actually looked away embarrassedly.

What kind of relationship this is, even he himself is not very clear.

Although partners need to establish a cooperative relationship based on mutual trust and mutual dependence, there is no need to bring the work relationship into private life, and even the current state where the two are more intimate in private life than in work.

That was just a spy.

Still a dangerous character.

But thinking of the annoying smile that guy would show when we met, "I knew you would come", Chris stared at the ceiling, unconsciously dazed for a while.

... Forget it, it's only one night anyway, what's the difference.

"Roberts?"

Someone called him, and Chris immediately returned from a dazed salted fish to dry to the state of a fierce lone wolf during the mission. He sat up from the reclining chair, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and replied lazily: "I'm here, What's wrong?"

The colleague in front of him showed a somewhat complicated expression, which made him feel a little uneasy suddenly, but before Chris could ask a question, the other party said, "The officer told you to go over."

"...What happened?" Chris stood up directly from the recliner.

Bad thoughts are getting stronger and stronger.

From the stone bricks in the corridor, you can see the lush grass in the yard and the bees flying around the flowers.This was supposed to be a daytime so warm that people would be lazy and even crimes should not happen.

"The nuclear weapon research and development plan that I have been investigating before was leaked by Soviet espionage... You also know it?" The other party hesitated to speak.

"...what are you trying to say?"

Chris's face was so ugly that he stared at him coldly, and even his colleagues who were secret agents frightened him for a moment, and then said, "...Anyway, when you go in later, remember to declare that you don't know anything about it, and then do your psychological work. Quality interrogation and investigation are fine, don’t take everything on.”

……

You'd better make everything clear.

After giving those words, the man dropped him and left from the other side of the barrier.

When he came in, Yiwen finally felt what high-level treatment was.

From being cautious when he was suddenly arrested, to hiding and refusing to talk face to face along the way, until now, he has been placed in a room with strong secrecy.

It currently looks like a standard suite with a pretty good environment.However, the adjacent suite was not the same, but was used as an observation post.Translucent partitions were placed in the adjacent corridors to block the view from the outside.Even when Ivan entered here, he could see the warning signs set up in the corridor, reminding anyone not to enter or leave the area without permission.

Of course, even Ivan had never seen the person he was talking to just now.

They're just talking through the walls of the room, with a metal barrier in between that can be moved in one direction.The way it felt like imprisoning some strange and dangerous animal made him laugh a little.

Of course, even if he couldn't see anything, Ivan still managed to use his voice (with the bonus of a heartthrob halo) to lure the other party to tell him where he was now.

- Subsidiary of the Immigration Service.

He was transferred to the Immigration Bureau for trial under the name of illegal immigrant, so as to deceive others.

Although the facilities in this room are all available, in the final analysis it is an overly perfect prison.Ivan walked to the window, looking at the distant outside world surrounded by steel, feeling very delicate.

Even though he has experienced several worlds, this is the first time he has tasted the taste of being treated as a demon that can deceive people's hearts, and the so-called "everyone will fall in love with you" aura given by that halo The comparison is simply a wonderful irony.

It is precisely because he knows that anyone who comes into contact with him will feel admiration, so in the end he is locked up so that no one can touch him.If it weren't for the wrong times, Ivan even wondered if the FBI, who was on such high alert, would allow a robot that couldn't be disturbed by the aura of a heartthrob to interrogate him.

But at the end of the day, even though he knew nothing but where he was, he was pretty much able to make sense of the situation.

It seems that I was tricked by a pig teammate again.There is almost no need to think about it. It is probably the KGB investigator Hai Hannen who is also in the same project. He has noticed that he not only does not assist in completing the task, but also drags his feet and delays the progress of the work. Recently, he seems to be addicted to the temptation of the American way of life.Although the KGB has already put forward the opinion of transferring the other party back to China, it seems that it is still a step too late.

Now it has caused him to be dug out again, and the double-faced spy plan has failed.

He sighed, since he had nothing to do anyway, he stood by the sealed window sill for a while, while Ivan took out a book from the shelf and flipped through it casually.

Anyway, the recipient will always come, he has this confidence.

And Chris didn't let him down.

The time that can be seen from the clock is four o'clock in the afternoon.

The warm light that is almost dusk comes in from the window.After the sunny morning, this afternoon has been very gloomy. Clouds piled up in the sky, as if it was going to rain heavily at any moment. The sun also penetrated through the layers of clouds in this way, and finally reached the ground.

Ivan heard a noise in the opposite room, and then the metal baffle was pulled open, and the other side was silent, and he did not speak.

finally,

"Can't you take the initiative to talk first?" An unhappy voice came from the opposite side, "Aren't you usually good at talking?"

Ivan chuckled, put down the book in his hand, and sat next to the wooden wall: "Are you angry?"

Because you know you've been being used?

Chris snorted coldly, and Ivan heard him smashing something paper over there: "You should really read this, I'll read it to you."

"Evan Lynn has the ability to charm objects of any gender and age. After contacting him, 65% of the subjects will have a deep fascination with him and are very willing to satisfy all requests for him, regardless of their original gender Orientation situation. The remaining 35% that is not infatuated seems to be able to depend on the will of Evan Lynn himself."

"Although this situation can be alleviated after leaving Ivan Lynn himself, the subjects were not stingy with describing the impression the other party left on him with all good words. At present, there is no solution other than avoiding direct contact. .”

"Therefore, as long as Evan Lynn is willing to stay in his room, provide him with any items he needs and ensure safety until the trial decision is made. Until then, no one is allowed to be alone with him, and no one is allowed to be alone with him. A level agent watching or approaching Ivan Lynn, in violation of this regulation, will be subject to strict disciplinary review and may be dismissed."

Well, wise decision.

But he still asked: "I understand your warning, so what is the reason for detaining me?"

"Because you have been sabotaging." Chris gritted his teeth, "The nuclear weapon research and development plan was leaked. The Soviet Union caused serious damage to us by leaking secrets this time. If you were not betrayed and stopped by your people halfway, the loss would be even greater. Will you The special agent connected to the FBI has been brought back for re-examination. And I—"

He said word by word, "It took me a—big—heap—time to explain to them that I am not in love with you."

Evan laughed.

Although he couldn't see the situation on the other side, Ivan did hear the chair move, and Chris' voice in the opposite room sounded a little uneasy: "What are you laughing at?"

Evan didn't answer directly. "Is there someone next to you?"

"……Um."

"It's a pity." Ivan said regretfully, "I can't see your fidgeting look when you are lying, it's cute."

"..."

Chris took a deep breath, the inspector was still behind, he couldn't be angry, he couldn't be angry.

"We were just partners for a period of time. I'm still under review to make sure it has nothing to do with this intelligence leak, but, Ivan Lynn, you have been convicted of the crime of leaking state intelligence and espionage sabotage , but until we have obtained certain evidence, we will not execute the sentence."

"I know." And the Soviets would come to his rescue, "So why did you come to see me, Chris?