[Comprehensive British and American] How agents solve the single problem

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Rachev looked down at Phoebe.

The beautiful girl who appeared in the casino an hour ago is in a state of distress at this moment: her blond hair is scattered on her shoulders in a mess, she is only covered with a loose bathrobe, not to mention her bare feet, which are faintly exposed at the hem of the bathrobe. There are faint scars on his knees.

Not to mention her unstoppable tears and makeup.

It's hard not to wonder what happened to the innocent young woman.

But after scrutinizing it for a moment, Rachev just withdrew his gaze, moved his position, and then stretched out his hand towards the elevator button: "Floor?"

Phoebe wiped her tears away, "Thank you, sir."

She announced the floor, Rachev gave a subtle pause, and then withdrew his hand.

Phoebe: "Sir?"

Rachev: "It's the same floor."

Phoebe: "Huh?"

The strange coincidence made Phoebe almost forget the sadness, and she couldn't help but wonder if Q did it on purpose.

The elevator went up slowly.

The narrow space was silent except for Phoebe's uncontrollable sobs. While wiping away her tears, she looked up at the ever-increasing numbers on the electronic screen——

There was a loud bang from above the elevator, and the lights went out.

Phoebe: "..."

——Does it have to be such a coincidence? !

Even though it's always going to happen in the elevator with the villain, as it always does in the movies, even Phoebe knows it's not the right time.She didn't even have shoes, and her bare feet were painful and cold when they stepped on the ground.

And if it stops here, Merlin will definitely find it when he finds out.

Merlin.

When he said that, he was still extremely calm, and his eyes were still as tolerant and clear as a forest.The more Phoebe thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She walked forward, reached out and pressed the floor button, and then the alarm button, but there was no response.

Mad!

Phoebe hammered on the wall of the elevator.

"Temporary power outage," Rachev frowned, and he glanced at the standby light, "It will be fine in a while."

"I know, but..."

But she didn't want Merlin to find her, she didn't want to see Merlin's face as soon as she opened the elevator door, and she didn't want him to say to her that you don't want to mess around, it's inappropriate.

Phoebe let out a long sigh.

In the enclosed space, her voice was exceptionally thin.The girl turned around and leaned against the side of the elevator, squatting in a corner.

Silence continued to spread.

She silently wiped away the tears from her face, Phoebe looked up at Rachev's sculpted profile in the dim environment.

"W-why are you alone, sir?" she asked.

"what?"

Rachev tilted his head. He didn't seem to expect Phoebe to initiate a conversation.

"Your men aren't here," Phoebe explained, "Iger...Gary isn't here either. Aren't you going to talk about serious business?"

He didn't respond.

Rachev just turned to look at Phoebe again.Under the obscure light, most of his expression was hidden in the shadows, only the gray prosthetic eye was exposed, coupled with his height, all made the man look extremely intimidating.

But Phoebe wasn't afraid. Apart from Q and Paddington, all the grown men she knew were like a mountain to her, and Phoebe was used to it.

So she graciously let Rachev look at her until he took the initiative to look away.

"Phoebe Kessrod," Rachev said, "Slavs, who came to London six months ago."

Phoebe blinked.

She was stunned for a while before realizing that Rachev was referring to herself. It was no fault of Phoebe for being slow. Except for her identity information, no one called her last name in life. Where did the cat come from? It was written by Merlin casually. .

"You investigated me, sir."

"Same ceremonial tutor as the Prince of Sweden."

That's right, when Rachev deals with Eggsy "Prince of Sweden", he always does some background checks.

"Yes," Q told Phoebe how to deal with this type of interrogation long before he arrived, "Gary and I are great friends—Choo!"

Rachev: "..."

Phoebe whimpered.

It's early summer, and even at night, it's not too cold to wear a loose bathrobe, but it's really cool to step on the floor with bare feet.Phoebe tucked her toes into the hem of her bathrobe, buried her cheek between her arms, and said nothing.

The man standing in front of her let out an almost impatient breath.

The next moment Phoebe felt the warm cloth on her shoulders.

She raised her small face in surprise, and met Rachev's expressionless features. He took off the suit to Phoebe, and while putting it on for her, Rachev also gathered the neckline to cover her looseness. The looming skin under the bathrobe.

Phoebe looked up into Rachev's eyes, extremely serious.

Then she stretched out her hand towards the man's face without warning, but he avoided it defensively.Phoebe's hand hovered in midair before Rachev followed her gaze and realized what was happening.

"Your eyes, sir."

The soft sound is barely audible in the elevator room.

Speaking of Phoebe's tenacious approach, the girl squatted on the ground and wiped the blood from Rachev's eyes with the cuff of her bathrobe.

The skin of her wrist rubbed lightly against Rachev's cheekbones, but that passed quickly.The contact was fleeting, and Phoebe's arm fell back on her lap: "Does it often do that, sir?"

Rachev asked without answering, "Does this happen to you often, ma'am?"

His eyes fell on Phoebe's ankles that peeked out from between her bathrobes, the raised redness looking pretty bad even in low light.

"I accidentally sprained my foot and my high heels broke, it's okay."

Phoebe tried to grab the hem of her bathrobe to cover the cut, but Rachev got hold of her wrist.

The sudden contact made Phoebe shudder, and Rachev lifted the hem of Phoebe's bathrobe. He glanced at the injured ankle, and then looked up, stopping at the knee of his left leg.

"it does not matter--"

"do not move."

The man took out a dagger.

The sharp edge of the blade gleamed coldly under the spare light, but Phoebe wasn't afraid, she knew that Rachev wasn't up to no good.

The man let go of her wrist, and turned to Phoebe's calf.

"Maybe it hurts a little," Rachev said.

"What—it hurts!!!"

The sharp pain made Phoebe instinctively want to kick Rachev away, but he exerted force on the hand that was holding his calf, and firmly held Phoebe's leg in place.

The point of the dagger sank right into the bruise on Phoebe's knee, and Rachev parted the skin from the wound.

"Do not move."

He reminded again, Rachev took a quick look at Phoebe, then took out a clean handkerchief from his skirt pocket, and pressed it on the punctured skin.

After the skin was pierced, the blood hidden underneath flowed out, and soon soaked Rachev's handkerchief.

Painful, but effective.

Phoebe blinked, and when she realized that Rachev was helping her with the wound in an extreme way, Phoebe gave up struggling.She retreated into the corner of the elevator again: "...Thank you."

Rachev, who was thanked, lowered his head slightly: "What happened?"

Phoebe: "..."

She couldn't tell the truth, Phoebe didn't forget why she flopped to stop Merlin, Q had other plans, and couldn't let Ratchev know of Merlin's existence.

Angry is angry, Phoebe still knows what she should do.

She hesitated and said, "It should be different from what you think, sir."

The clothes are disheveled, the hair is messy, and there are injuries on the legs and weeping so much. Seeing such a girl and not calling the police is enough to show that Rachev is a very indifferent person. Fortunately, Phoebe's intentional concealment is only in exchange for The man looked displeased, but he didn't say much.

Rachev put away the handkerchief, and just as he folded the bloody handkerchief and put it back in his suit pocket, the elevator hall shook and the lights came on.

The call came and the elevator continued to ascend.

The suddenly turned on light dazzled the eyes of the two, and Phoebe subconsciously covered her face with her hands.Then I heard Rachev say, "You can't walk normally."

"I can," Phoebe said, "that's how I got by."

"..."

Rachev said nothing.

Before Phoebe lowered her arms and stood up straight to prove herself, the man's palm had already landed on her waist and the hollows of her knees.

She only felt that her body was light, and she was hugged by his waist.

Phoebe: Huh?

"No, no need!"

She was confused: "I can really walk!"

Rachev: "What's your room number?"

The elevator made a "ding" and reached the floor.

The closed door was finally opened slowly, and before Rachev could take a step, Phoebe saw maintenance personnel and waiters standing in the corridor, as well as Eggsy pacing back and forth.

When he heard the elevator arrive, Eggsy stopped abruptly. He looked up, just in time to meet Phoebe's eyes.

Eggsy: "..."

What's the situation? !

After receiving the notice from Merlin, Eggsy ran down the stairs all the way, but Merlin only said that Phoebe was trapped in the elevator, but he didn't say that there was still the target person in it!

And what about her clothes?

What happened to being held in Rachev's arms? !

Even if Agent Galahad has saved the world many times, there are still some situations. At this moment, Eggsy has only one thought in his mind: It's over, and Merlin is still watching in front of the monitor.

"Phoebe," Eggsy hurried forward, "are you all right?"

She doesn't look good at all, she's wearing a bathrobe, a Rachev coat, and a mess of makeup on her face, what the hell is going on!

Eggsy wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he couldn't speak in front of the target person.

"She's hurt," Rachev said.

"...I'm sorry to trouble you." Eggsy reluctantly responded.

After finishing speaking, the young man knocked on his mirror frame seemingly casually. This was for Phoebe to see. The meaning could not be more obvious: Merlin can see everything that is happening now.

Unexpectedly, his action was met with an angry snort from Phoebe.

In front of Eggsy—and under Merlin's gaze, she stretched out her hands and directly wrapped them around Rachev's neck.

"Mr. Rachev helped me," she said, staring at Eggsy, "I am very grateful to him."

Eggsy: "..."

He really wanted to know how Merlin was feeling now.

The author has something to say: Phoebe: Bad Merlin, hate Merlin, forget it if you piss Merlin to death!

And actually, I don’t really like your Uncle Mai’s villains. I like his saint father, good old man and soft cute scumbag more. I feel that he puts his hair down and looks more gentle than the villains. _(:з」∠)_ (Actually, you Jiang Hua like this kind of man, there is no hope.

Thanks to my eternal little aunt, Mr. A, carp fish fish fish roe, Luo Shu Tsubaki, the villain's appearance evolution theory mine, love you all!