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

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Rachev set the time for the night of the third day.

According to Eggsy, the Royal Agents apparently intended to strike a deal with him on the third and final day of their stay in Monaco.But this invitation letter interrupted all the plans. It was hard to say that Rachev hadn't noticed something.

And Q, who was far away in London, conveyed Mrs. M's opinion, and what he said was exactly the same as Merlin: "Let her go."

Eggsy parked the car in front of the restaurant, he turned to look at Phoebe: "Phoebe, you know why MI6 made this decision."

Phoebe: "I know, because I'm not from MI6."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Eggsy.

"But you don't want me to go."

"..."

To be precise, it was Eggsy who didn't want Phoebe to take risks.

After thinking for two whole days, Eggsy couldn't figure out why Merlin should be so relieved.He was the one who refused to allow Phoebe to be trained as an agent, and now he is the one who left her alone and defenseless against the villainous boss.

You must know that Merlin is not a person who likes to hide his thoughts. He suddenly kept silent about his next plan, which made Eggsy a little uneasy.

"It's okay," Phoebe said seriously, "I can do it!"

Everyone has arrived at the door of the restaurant, so it has to be like this.

Eggsy breathed a sigh of relief.

Phoebe nodded before Eggsy unbuckled her seat belt, stepped out of the driver's seat, and opened the door for Phoebe.

Two days later, Phoebe's foot injury was better. Although she still couldn't wear high heels, she could at least walk on the ground.Eggsy supported Phoebe and led her all the way to the restaurant's elevator.

"Follow the command, girl." Eggsy watched Phoebe leave, and patted his left arm intentionally or unintentionally.

"I will." Phoebe nodded.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Rachev decided to dine in a box on the top floor. When Phoebe arrived, she found that the entire floor was empty.

He actually booked the entire floor?

Realizing this, Phoebe subconsciously touched her left upper arm.

Phoebe is dressed in a light color today, with a white crystal headdress, a pearl necklace, and a one-neck dress that is as warm as ivory.Only there was a ruby ​​ornament pinned to the neckline of the left arm. There was a miniature camera hidden in it, and it was Merlin who pinned it on for Phoebe himself.

When he got the news, he didn't say anything, just took out the headgear and accessories and explained the purpose to Phoebe one by one: the former is a bone conduction earphone, and the latter is a camera, which is used to replace the pair of glasses that the royal agents have.

Then Merlin beckoned to Phoebe, he took off the pin of the ruby ​​jewelry, held her bare skin, and solemnly put it on for her.

From the beginning to the end, Merlin never said a single unnecessary word.

"—Miss Phoebe."

Phoebe regained consciousness suddenly, she raised her head and met Rachev's eyes.

The black-haired man still had that stern face and unsmiling expression, but he walked out of the box to greet Phoebe himself.

"Mr. Rachev." Phoebe smiled.

No matter how many blood debts and lives he bears behind him, Rachev has always had a good attitude towards Phoebe.So she was not afraid of him, the petite girl took the initiative to take half a step forward, she stood on tiptoe, and her soft fingertips touched the edge of Rachev's arm.

Rachev's figure visibly froze as she grabbed the fabric of the man's suit.

Apparently he didn't like physical contact with people, and Phoebe's initiative brought Rachev a guarded attitude.Phoebe blinked in surprise, "Sir?"

Rachev: "..."

Looking at her precarious posture on tiptoe, he realized that this was just a polite kiss.

Complicated emotions flashed across Rachev's intact eye, and then he bent down silently, half-opening his left arm.

That was the gesture of acceptance, and the smile that had been lost in Phoebe's surprise returned to her face.She moved closer and finished her kiss—first the left, then the right, soft skin touching the man's cheek, but that was it, and Phoebe quickly took a few steps back of her own accord.

"Good evening," she said softly.

Rachev looked at her for a moment, and then made a gesture of leading the way: "Follow me."

Except for the waiting waiter and Rachev's subordinates, there was no one else on the entire floor of the restaurant.

When they approached the box, the waiter took the initiative to open the chair for Phoebe, and she sat down gracefully. Rachev's gaze stayed on Phoebe's exposed ankle for a few seconds: "Your foot injury has healed a lot."

Phoebe instinctively tucked away her left foot.

A formal dress should go with high heels, but Phoebe couldn't wear them and had to change into school shoes of the same light color.

Such a match is completely helpless.

"Thank you, sir," Phoebe began, "for this dinner, and for your help."

Rachev just lowered his head slightly, she had already said thank you many times, so the man didn't take it seriously at all.

He waved to the waiter, indicating that the food can be served.After only Phoebe and Ratchev were left in the box, the girl continued.

"To express my gratitude," she lowered her voice unconsciously, "Is there anything I can do to help, sir? I know you and Gary have been at odds, and I have a good relationship with him. Maybe I can help What effect."

"you."

Rachev sneered a few times.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, but the smile never penetrated into his eyes.

"You and I are talking about a transaction of at least 7000 million, miss, do you know what this is?"

The implication is that Rachev does not think that Phoebe's friendship with the Swedish prince is as precious as 7000 million US dollars.

Phoebe really didn't know.

So far, her knowledge of money is still limited to applying for the first bank card. For Phoebe, $7000 million is just a lot, and she really can't really understand how exaggerated it is.

But Phoebe knew that $7000 million was just a bait, and no matter how Merlin planned to operate, Eggsy would eventually let go.

"It might be worth it," so she persisted. "It can't hurt to try, can it?"

"..."

Rachev didn't answer.

The waiter walked into the box again with the bottle, and he filled the glasses for Rachev and Phoebe.Phoebe's attention was almost immediately drawn to the glass in front of her.

She's never had a drink, and despite Phoebe's repeated mentions, Merlin, Bond, and even Archie, the sleazy gangster, have rightly turned her down.

Phoebe picked up the glass curiously.

Never had a drink, but Harry dutifully taught Phoebe drinking etiquette.She held the glass in the most ladylike manner, glanced at the warm and clear rose-red liquid in it, then lifted it up slightly, gestured to Rachev, and brought the rim of the glass to her mouth.

The girl took a sip, and then the red wine rolled down her throat, and Phoebe stopped suddenly.

Two seconds later—

"Cough, cough, cough!"

She hurriedly put down the wine glass and covered her mouth with a napkin.

Why is it so hard to drink!It looks like something sweet.So what are the men enjoying while holding whiskey or red wine glasses at every turn? Do they have a tendency to be masochistic?

Rachev naturally saw Phoebe's reaction, he tilted his head, and then stood up.

The man walked up to Phoebe and pulled out a handkerchief from his suit pocket. Phoebe recognized it almost immediately as the one from last night.

"First drink?"

He wiped away the traces of Phoebe's mouth with a handkerchief, and the man's thumb brushed her lower lip through a thin layer of cloth.

Phoebe looked at him, "Yes."

Rachev: "Your guardian has protected you very well, Jim Green, hasn't he? It's the uncle Jim you asked Prince Gary that day, the accountant of Kingsman Men's Clothing Store."

Phoebe was taken aback.

Jim Green was the name Merlin used to buy the apartment.

This name had never appeared in Phoebe's file, and she was protected by Harry Hart in name. If Rachev searched from Phoebe's file, he would not be able to find Merlin at all.

But now, he still found traces of Merlin.

"I think a girl who was taken in by an accountant would not come to Monaco with James Bond."

Rachev slowly put away the handkerchief, and he glanced down at the fabric in his hand.The white veil had been stained with Phoebe's blood in the past, and now he wiped the stain from the corner of her mouth, and the lipstick that was wiped off was as glaring as blood.

"The information before you moved to London was blank. Unless you were trafficked, Miss Phoebe, it is impossible for you to have no information in this world."

"—are you, miss?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the man's broad palm landed on her exposed shoulder, firmly holding the tiny video camera hidden under the ruby.

"Now it's time to see if you are worth $7000 million."

When the last sentence landed, Merlin's computer stopped abruptly from the screen to the sound.

Eggsy: "Fuck!"

The young Galahad jumped up from Merlin's side almost immediately, pulled out the gun from his waist, and walked out the door before Merlin could react.

Merlin: "What are you doing?"

Eggsy: "Of course it's to save Phoebe."

The young man stopped in disbelief, as if Merlin asked some stupid question: "He knew Phoebe's identity, and he also investigated you, Merlin, what are you planning?!"

Merlin frowned, he just turned his chair and looked at Eggsy with disgust: "Sit down and talk."

The calm mood of the quartermaster slowly infected Eggsy. Seeing the presence of Merlin, Agent Galahad secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He must have a plan, and Merlin will not let Phoebe take risks. At the end of the day she was just a human being, an innocent to be protected by the royal agents.

"MI6 sent James Bond, he's so famous, Phoebe's fake identity is just a display," Merlin explained, "His mission is not to lure Laqiv to you, Eggsy, but to attract you He managed to investigate the clues of the next terrorist attack while holding Rachev's gaze."

"what?"

Eggsy reacted immediately.

"You mean to say that I've been a cover from beginning to end?"

"Not now, you don't even need to continue to be this cover," Merlin continued, "I need you and Agent 007 to stop Ratchev's terrorist attack, and after he loses a huge amount of money, you don't need to invest 7000 million can force him to cooperate."

Having said that, Eggsy finally understood Merlin's intentions.

Rachev held Phoebe, thinking he had caught their soft spot.But when he loses the terrorist organization's money because his plan fails, he faces more than just the hostility of MI6 and the Royal Secret Service.

At that time, it will be much easier for them to throw out the cooperation conditions.

but……

"What about Phoebe?" Eggsy asked.

Merlin took off his glasses, and he wiped his face.From the time Phoebe ran away until now, he has hardly had a rest.The high-intensity work, coupled with his girl's moodiness, made life more tiring than in London.

"I'll buy you some time," Merlin said.

"What, no, Merlin, he has already investigated you, in case—"

"That's why," Merlin said calmly, "it is more valuable for me to go in person."

Said Merlin stood up, he had to change clothes, he couldn't face a vicious gambler in a cardigan.

Moreover, he must go in person.

Merlin felt the need to let Rachev know that Phoebe was worth far more than $7000 million.

The author has something to say: In fact, there are so many pressures just for the scene in the next chapter. The two uncles want to snatch the cat.

And to answer the girls' worries before, Rachev will not die, he is not the final boss, and the final boss is someone else, don't forget that the condition for Q that Phoebe promised was to "betray" Merlin.Let's make a blind bet and guess who it is ww!

Thanks to Mr. A, Luo Shu Tsubak, and Draco's little sweetheart for the landmines, okay! !