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

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Apparently Rachev didn't like physical contact with strangers, and when Phoebe's hands wrapped around his neck, Rachev's back stiffened for a moment.

But he didn't break free either.

Since he helped Phoebe, Rachev simply took responsibility to the end. He sent Phoebe back to his room and put it on a clean bed.

Phoebe looked sideways at Eggsy behind her.

The young man walking behind looked embarrassed, and he and Rachev didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end.When Phoebe looked at him, Eggsy cleared his throat, "I'll get you some ointment, Phoebe."

Phoebe: "Okay."

He turned around and was about to leave, but he paused subtly before stepping out of the room, not sure if it was Merlin who said something in the communication, or he was worried that Phoebe and Rachev would be alone.

"It's all right," Phoebe said, "Mr. Rachev can stay here with me!"

"..."

Eggsy looked like he wanted to say something like "I don't feel at ease with him around", but he held back.The young man straightened his collar: "I'll come as soon as I go."

He closed the door and Phoebe looked away.

The girl's gray eyes fell on the black-haired man in black in front of him. He stood at the door of the bedroom with a straight back and said nothing. The only remaining eye was also looking at Phoebe, as if he knew she had something to say. .

Phoebe was a little curious: "The cooperation between you and Iger...Gary didn't work out, did you, sir?"

Rachev lowered his head calmly.

Although he had already restrained his expression, Phoebe still found a bit of surprise on Rachev's face.

Without waiting for him to ask, Phoebe explained on her own: "If it's a partner, I don't think the two of you will have nothing to say. Why? Gary is very talkative, and he has a good temper."

Rachev: "I think you should change your clothes, ma'am."

He didn't answer Phoebe's question at all, and without giving her a chance to continue, the man turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Ok.

Phoebe doesn't know much about the Royal Secret Service's plans, but she knows Q's.

A few simple thoughts circled the girl's mind, she got up from the bed and limped towards the bathroom.

After washing off the worn makeup, putting on a blue and white checkered dress, and combing the messy golden hair little by little, the embarrassing fugitive turned back into a bright-eyed girl in an instant.

When he came out of the bedroom, Rachev was sitting on the sofa.

James Bond had gone somewhere—wondered if MI6's 00 was on another mission; Merlin hadn't been seen from beginning to end, which was a relief to Phoebe, who didn't want to face him now.

...Merlin is so annoying! ! !

Phoebe was suddenly a little angry again.

She didn't know where she was so angry, but when she thought of Merlin's calm brown eyes and his still low and calm words, Phoebe couldn't control her emotions.

Phoebe jumped on the sofa angrily, and leaned back in the chair, her face full of displeasure.

The girl's ever-changing mood was exchanged for Rachev's indifferent glance, and then the man's eyes fell on her ankle: "Try to walk as little as possible until the foot injury recovers."

Ugh.

Phoebe sighed, restraining her inner emotions.

"Thank you, sir," she said earnestly, "for more than just helping me with my wound."

If it hadn't been for Rachev, Phoebe would have run back to her room crying. The power outage in the elevator was a good distraction.

So Phoebe's apology is also very sincere.

Rachev didn't respond, his lips moved slightly, and then spit out a number: "7000 million."

Phoebe: "Huh?"

Rachev: 'Prince Gary plans to invest $7000 million in me'

If Phoebe had a job, she would have been shocked by the sheer numbers: even if it was a cover, where did the royal agents get their money?Just to convince Rachev is too costly.

But Phoebe's conception of money is only limited to the extent that she finally has a bank card.

So Rachev's words didn't frighten her, Phoebe just nodded with half understanding: "Oh."

Then she thought about it again: "But you didn't make a deal."

Rachev: "Something wrong with the details."

The implication is that this is not something you can know.

Well, Phoebe didn't force it, and she wasn't the one making the plans.

She was about to change the subject when the doorbell rang.

"Ah," Phoebe subconsciously wanted to stand up, "it's Gary, I'll drive—"

The following words came to an abrupt end after Rachev pushed her back to the sofa.

The man gave Phoebe a condescending look, then glanced over her ankles.Phoebe, who has always been ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth, unexpectedly withdrew her left foot with a guilty conscience.

Rachev walked to the door.

He turned the lock on the door, and it was not a Swedish prince standing outside the door.

A male, tall and straight, well-clothed, and hairless.There is a pair of mirror frames on the bridge of his nose, which well conceals the sharp facial features.The man's unfamiliar face made Rachev stunned. Before he could react, Phoebe in the living room raised his voice excitedly: "Close the door!"

Rachev: "..."

He didn't move, and the man outside the door showed an apologetic expression.

"Thank you very much, sir," he spread his hand, holding a brand new ointment and spray, "for taking care of her during this accident, I was sent by Prince Gary to deliver the medicine."

"close the door!!"

Ratchev turned his head, and Phoebe knelt on the sofa, leaning on the back of the sofa, and looked at the man outside the door angrily: "I don't want you to come in, Mr. Ratcheff, close the door!"

The owner of the guest room spoke, and Rachev no longer hesitated.

He tried to close the door, but the man outside the door reacted in time and squeezed half of his leg into the door.Rachev frowned, and before he could speak, Phoebe behind him grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it out.

There was a loud bang, and the ashtray hit the door frame. If the man outside the door hadn't dodged in time, this attack would definitely hit the forehead.

"Okay," the man holding the medicine sighed, "Phoebe, I won't go in, at least let this gentleman take the ointment in, okay?"

Phoebe glared at him viciously.

Silence spread between the three of them, and a moment later, Phoebe rolled over and stepped on the ground.

She limped along with her injured foot, wincing a little with pain every time her toes hit the ground, but Phoebe made it to the door anyway.

"Phoebe."

"Uncle Jim."

The girl called out the name word by word.

Leaping over Rachev's body, Phoebe stared intently at Merlin's eyes. Those clear and calm eyes were blocked by the frame, and Merlin's expression softened a little when he touched Phoebe's eyes.

"I'll give you the medicine," his tone was almost pampering, "you can handle it yourself, okay?"

Phoebe snatched the drug away, then gave Merlin a sharp shove.

Unexpectedly, the man who was attacked staggered a few steps back and left the door, and Phoebe closed the door immediately.

Phoebe, who had already calmed down, became agitated uncontrollably after seeing Merlin.

Not only was he trying to lie to himself, but he didn't take it seriously at all!Phoebe became even angrier. Thinking of Merlin's still calm eyes just now, tears welled up in the girl's eyes again.

Rachev picked up the ashtray and put it on the cabinet by the door. The man paused slightly when he realized that Phoebe was crying again.

"He did your injury?" he asked.

"What... no, no."

Phoebe wiped a tear quickly and shook her head.

"I accidentally sprained it, I just had a little, little conflict with May... Uncle Jim," she said with a sob.

Crying like this is obviously not a small contradiction.Even Phoebe herself didn't believe this statement, she just looked down at the medicine in her arms, and refused to speak again.

Rachev seemed impatiently relieved.

"Listen, ma'am."

The man reached out, took Phoebe's chin, and half-forced her to lift her cheek.Rachev looked straight into those teary gray eyes. "Anyone looking after you tonight?"

"I live with Bond."

Of course, it is the two rooms of the suite, but Q really arranged for her and James Bond to be "rich single fathers take their daughters out for travel".

"But I don't think he'll be back tonight."

It's late into the night right now, and there's not even a phone call.Either there is a special mission, or there is a beautiful woman to accompany her.

"So the gentleman outside the door is here to take care of you," said Rachev, "then you should let him in."

"No."

"..."

At this moment, Phoebe is very grateful that Rachev is not a warm-hearted person. If it were Bond or Archie, Phoebe would definitely be scolded unceremoniously.But the man in front of him didn't. He just looked away and straightened his collar: "This is your choice."

Phoebe: "Thank you, sir."

Rachev opened the door again.

Just before he left, Phoebe reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve.

"What?" Rachev paused.

"If I have a chance tomorrow," Phoebe asked seriously, "will I see you at the Casino, sir?"

"maybe."

After speaking, Rachev left without looking back.

Phoebe stopped at the door, still holding the medicine, but didn't close the door.

Because Merlin is still outside.

Rachev passed him by, the two men nodded politely, and then Merlin looked up at Phoebe inside the door.

No one spoke for a long time, until Merlin helped the frame of the mirror, and he took a step.

The tall man walked in front of Phoebe. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Phoebe actually read a little bit of caution in his steps.Merlin stopped in front of Phoebe, he hesitated for a moment, then squatted down.

Merlin took a quick look at Phoebe's left foot, which looked worse from running with an injury than it had just fallen.

"I know you're mad," Merlin whispered, "I'm not going to make excuses, Phoebe, but will you allow me to refill you?"

As Merlin looked up, he spit out a word that Phoebe didn't expect him to say.

"Please."

The author has something to say: Today is a transitional chapter. I ran outside for a day, and I was really tired. The quality may not be very good. Please bear with me.

By the way, Jiang Hua's girlfriend circled a group of photos of Jiang Hua's Russian girls today, and it really feels like Phoebe!Put it up for everyone to see, link:

App users can't see the link button, and they search persikoviyles directly from Weibo, which is probably the Phoebe in my heart 2333.

Thank you Luoshu Tsubaki and Mr. A for mine, I love you!