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

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Rachev sent a message.

Of course it wasn't for Merlin. He sent Phoebe's location to Eggsy, but it made no difference. The logistics officer of the Royal Secret Service immediately knew where they were now.

They were on a cruise ship, Merlin arrived at the pier, and of course was stopped by Rachev's men.

He was not in a hurry, but calmly said to the passerby: "Please tell Mr. Rachev, the accountant of the tailor shop, he will understand."

The man in black showed a puzzled expression, but he turned around and walked into the cabin, and walked out after a while: "You can come in."

Merlin followed Ratchev's men into the cabin, and he saw Phoebe at the first sight in the reception room.

The petite girl was lying on the sofa, her blond hair was scattered on her back, covering most of her face.But even so, Merlin could feel that she had lost consciousness. The girl's head rested on Rachev's knee, and the man stroked her hair time after time. When Merlin stood still, Rachev raised his head slightly: " Phoebe, look who's coming."

Merlin: "..."

Her hair is something you can mess with!

Phoebe opened her eyes when she heard the words. Sleepiness and confusion were written in her once clear eyes. She blinked her misty eyes, and then said slowly, "Uh...Uncle Jim?"

Well, at least she still remembers not to reveal his identity.Merlin's hanging heart relaxed a little, but it was only a little bit - Judging from Phoebe's state, she should have been injected with tranquilizers or other drugs, and Merlin was more worried about damaging her health.

But Merlin didn't show it, he maintained a calm posture: "Phoebe."

Phoebe tried to get up, she instinctively stretched out her hand towards Merlin, wanting him to hug her, but lost her balance the moment she supported her body, if it wasn't for Rachev reaching out to hold her waist, Phoebe would definitely fall to the one under the sofa.

"Sit down obediently."

Merlin had to speak.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Phoebe showed a bit of aggrieved look, God, he really missed Phoebe when he put all his emotions on his face.

Speaking of which, Merlin sat across the sofa without waiting for Rachev to speak.

"You asked if she was worth 7000 million," he said bluntly, "of course she is worth it, and now I will discuss it with you in person."

"So, you are the one who has the final say behind Prince Gary's back."

"I'm the accountant with the money."

Merlin added blankly.

Rachev: "Are you going to give money to ransom, Mr. Accountant?"

Merlin raised his eyebrows: "I have a proposal that may be more in line with your wishes. We are in Monaco now. Since you like to gamble, why not take a gamble with me."

What an unsurprising answer.Rachev raised his other hand: "So, what do you want to bet?"

There was a whole deck of playing cards scattered on the coffee table between Rachev and Merlin. The latter quickly glanced at the cards, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

The purpose of Merlin's trip is not to win or lose, not to "get" Phoebe from Rachev, but to buy time for Eggsy and Bond.

Obviously playing cards cannot accomplish this purpose.

So Merlin leaned back on the sofa: "I heard that you are a master chess player, Mr. Rachev."

Rachev raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

He is undoubtedly a master, or the kind who has not accepted a challenge in many years.Rachev was still holding the delirious Phoebe, his hands were tightly clasped around the girl's waist, as if he had sensed Merlin's gaze, Rachev even moved up provocatively.

Merlin really wanted to pull out his gun and shoot him if he could.

For nothing else, threatening an innocent person, let alone Phoebe.But Merlin didn't say much about it, he just turned to stare at Rachef closely: "How?"

Rachev: "I don't have a chessboard here. It will take a lot of time to go back to the city to buy it."

Merlin hooked the corner of his mouth: "If you need to buy a chess board, it's still a little bit different from the 'chess master' I know, Mr. Lachev."

Rachev clutches Phoebe's back in exasperation.

The girl in his arms whimpered, opened her eyes again, and moved a few times as if trying to escape, but was held firmly by Rachev and could not move.

Phoebe: "Ah, uncomfortable!"

Rachev: "Don't move."

Then he raised his jaw towards Merlin: "You go first."

This is accepting Merlin's challenge of playing blindfold chess.

Of course he will, a strong man who claims to be smart will not endure the contempt of others, even the most clumsy aggressive method will be hooked.Merlin accepted his concession grandly, and said directly: "Pawn to E4."

Rachev sneered a few times: "Does it have to be so boring? Bow to E5."

Merlin: "Pawn to F4. If I were you, I'd let Phoebe go and let her rest, Mr. Rachev. It's not a gentleman's thing to force a lady by your side."

His words made Rachev look down at Phoebe. The young girl was resting on his shoulder, her eyes were covered by her slender eyelashes, she was half asleep, her delicately carved face was serene and beautiful.

"Soldiers eat soldiers. If you're such a gentleman as you claim to be, I don't think you should let a young lady run out of the room disheveled and in tears."

Merlin subconsciously clenched his palms.

It seemed that Rachev had indeed done a lot of research, and even knew that he was the one who shared the room with Phoebe that night.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Bishop to C4."

Rachev: "Later to H4. Actually, Jim Green, I'm curious, where does your mere clothing store get so much liquidity?"

Merlin: "King to F1. A little research shows that we not only make clothing, but also a winery."

Rachev: "Scotch Whiskey Distillery, good choice. Pawn to B5."

Merlin tilted his head, well, at least he has a good taste in wine, and his chess style is quite... elusive.

"Like eating soldiers."

"Ma to F6, and this is not enough to explain that the girl under your protection will become a James Bond cover, she is just an ordinary person."

"Horse to F3."

"Later to H6. You still haven't answered my question."

"There is nothing worth answering. As you said, she is indeed an ordinary person. Pawn to D3."

"So you are not. Ma to H5."

Blindfold chess has progressed here, and the two sides have just faintly shown a confrontational posture.Just as Merlin finished speaking, Phoebe rubbed her eyes and suddenly struggled.

"Uncle Jim!"

She raised her head with difficulty, trying to shake off Rachev's shackles.The girl made a few meaningless noises, but Rachev remained unmoved.

"Jim, Uncle Jim..."

Merlin frowned: "Rachev, let her go."

Rachev: "You're so worried about Miss Phoebe's safety that you shouldn't have let her go, Jim Green—or rather, Merlin, Quartermaster of the Royal Secret Service."

Merlin's movements stopped suddenly.

it is as expected.

Merlin had vaguely guessed this when Rachev told Phoebe's camera that he had bought the apartment under his pseudonym.Merlin's identity file is not in the database of the Royal Secret Service, which means that the person who provided him with information not only knows the Royal Secret Service, but may even be an insider.

Merlin is not afraid of leaking secrets. In the 21st century, no secret is 100% impossible to find.As the logistics officer supporting the entire secret service organization, he has no less than a hundred ways to deal with this matter.

And the way to deal with it tonight is that they must take down Lachev and seize him.

"The horse reaches H4," Merlin continued seemingly indifferently, "Ratchev, let Phoebe go to rest, and I will accompany you to finish this game."

There was an unidentified emotion in Rachev's remaining eye.

"Later to G5," he continued, "don't mess yourself up, Merlin."

"Ma to F5, this is between you and me, let go of Phoebe."

"Pawn to C6."

"Pawn to Game 4, put Phoebe to rest, Rachev."

"Ma to F6, Phoebe, what do you think?"

Phoebe, who was being called, braced herself impatiently.

She was a little disoriented and had little strength.What drug made Phoebe like this?Merlin's mind quickly skipped the names of several drugs, and he was even more uneasy.

"Jim... Merlin, Merlin!"

Just when Phoebe tried to struggle away from Rachev's embrace again, a thin layer of blood oozed from the corner of the man's prosthetic eye.This time he sensed it, and Rachev had to let go and pull out the handkerchief.

As soon as he let go, Phoebe finally got his chance.

The girl turned over and jumped from the sofa to the ground.Before she moved, Merlin wanted to remind her that her foot was injured, but Phoebe was still fast, and she stepped on the ground before Merlin could speak.

Merlin took a deep breath.

Before Phoebe could cry out in pain, he had already stood up.

Similar things had happened many times before, Merlin, who had long been experienced, caught the girl who fell forward.She fell into Merlin's arms, and almost at the same time, Merlin quickly smelled the smell of alcohol on Phoebe's body, which was neither strong nor heavy, but enough to cover up the girl's own breath.

Phoebe grabbed Merlin's skirt, quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, and lied in his arms like the previous day's contradictions and awkwardness never existed, coquettishly: "Merlin, I want to go home."

Merlin: "..."

He looked up at Rachev, who gave him an almost mocking smile.

Oh shit.

Even Merlin, after all calculations, including the worst possibility, did not expect that Phoebe was not injected or force-fed some drugs at all, she was just drunk!

Fortunately, the drunken cat didn't move around after it succeeded. Merlin helped Phoebe to sit up again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The rook to G1," Merlin continued the blind chess, "isn't this very good, Mr. Rachev."

Rachev wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and then folded the handkerchief slowly. Merlin was keenly aware of the lipstick marks in his white handkerchief.

"Soldiers eat elephants."

The black-haired man seemed to be doing it on purpose, and he didn't put the veil away until Merlin frowned because of the lipstick mark.

"Now, the game is getting a little more interesting, Mr. Merlin," said Rachev.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to finish this game of chess in one go, but it may be too late to finish writing, so let's start with the first half of the chapter [You!

Uh, Jiang Hua actually doesn’t know how to play chess. There are references to the chess game in this chapter. Girls who know how to play chess can try to replay the game first, and the winner will be announced in the next chapter.Girls who can't play chess like Jiang Hua don't have to worry, the content of this chapter is not about playing chess, but a dialogue between two uncles!The next chapter is the same, Jiang Hua can't play, so she can't work hard on the chess game 23333

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