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

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Before that, Phoebe had never had a drink, so Merlin had no idea how much she'd had after Rachev removed the camera.

The girl tried to climb into Merlin's arms several times, but he dodged them.In the end, Phoebe gave up trying in frustration, and instead leaned on the back of the man's hand, her wet gray eyes were close to Merlin's ear, and she wrapped her arms around his neck coquettishly: "Merlin, I want to go home!"

Merlin: "..."

He sighed, now he'd rather Rachev just sedated her.

"Do it, girl," Merlin tilted his head slightly, "I'll take you home after I finish this game of chess. You can take a rest first, okay?"

"Play chess?"

Phoebe seemed to realize that the atmosphere was not right. She looked at Rachev in a daze, and then turned to look at Merlin.

"Merlin is lying again," Phoebe complained in a low voice, "Merlin is always lying!"

"Phoebe."

Even if the situation is tense, Merlin can't help but feel ironic in his heart.

"I didn't lie to you," he turned sideways, and obediently lifted the girl stuck behind his back to the sofa, "I will explain to you when you wake up, I promise you."

"Ok."

In any case, Phoebe at least knew she wasn't quite sober.

The girl who reluctantly complied fell silent for a while, and Merlin looked at Rachev again, who spread his hands: "Continue?"

Merlin: "Pawn to H4."

"Later to G6." Rachev followed closely.

"Pawn to H5."

"Later to G5."

"Later to F3."

"...smart." For the first time tonight, Rachev paused for a moment while choosing a chess piece, "almost fell into your trap, horse to G8."

Merlin smiled indifferently: "Like eating soldiers."

Rachev reorganized the formation in time: "Follow to F6."

At this moment, Phoebe finally came to her senses. The girl looked here and there. Obviously, the young girl couldn't find the chessboard between the two men: "Merlin, where is the chessboard?"

Merlin: "..."

"Horse to C3," Merlin pushed Phoebe to the spot, "Sit down obediently."

"Bishop to C5," Rachev tilted his head, "It's a bit dangerous."

"Horse to D5."

"After taking pawns, go to B2."

"Bishop to D6."

"Where's the chessboard?"

As a white cat, however, Phoebe didn't have much to do with the word "cute."She was ready to stand up, even though she was drunk, the cat still couldn't restrain her curiosity: "What kind of chess are you playing?"

Rachev laughed out loud: "Go to A1 after eating. Did Phoebe interfere with your thoughts, magician? Maybe it's more appropriate to leave her to me temporarily."

Merlin: "..."

Of course he knew that Rachev was simply provoking, but Merlin still held back his desire to fight back.

"Phoebe," he slowed down, pointing to his temple, "here is the chessboard, give me a few minutes to think, okay?"

Phoebe blinked.

Alcohol slowed down the girl's thinking speed, and Merlin knew that with Phoebe's usual reflexes, she would definitely understand what he meant.Now, however, Phoebe just turned her head in confusion, as if she didn't understand Merlin's words.

But she understood Merlin's eyes. After being together for so long, Phoebe had already memorized all of Merlin's subtle habits in her heart.At this moment, Merlin was very serious and could not tolerate her nonsense.

So the girl stopped hesitantly, and carefully sat down beside Merlin.

Merlin, who finally had a chance to breathe, turned his attention to Rachev.

As the man satirized, at this point in the chess game, the situation is almost overwhelming.Merlin didn't have much time to walk, and he could feel Rachev's complacency without looking up.

But he is not without a chance to come back.

"King to E2."

Merlin thought for a moment, and quickly formulated the next plan.

Rachev raised an eyebrow.

"Like eating a car, this is your last car, magician."

Merlin nodded indifferently, crossed his hands, and continued calmly: "Pawn to E5."

Rachev: "..."

His artificial eye twitched a few times, Rachev reached out and pressed the corner of the eye, and licked his lips as if anxious.

The man's only remaining eye was like a falcon, and he stared at Merlin closely: "Are you really playing chess, Mr. Merlin? Your king has been exposed to the chess game."

Merlin: "I'm not going to risk $7000 million with Phoebe."

Rachev snorted coldly.

"Why are you interested in Phoebe?"

Merlin didn't wait for him to speak, and continued to ask.

"As you say, she's just an ordinary girl, and she won't do your business any good."

"I don't think a man needs a reason to be interested in a young lady."

Others don't need it, but Merlin doesn't think Rachev needs it either.He wanted a lot of women, and Merlin wouldn't believe the nonsense that Phoebe was clean and her pure and innocent soul touched the bad guys.

Rachev knew Phoebe's identity, even knew about him and the Royal Secret Service, there was a ghost inside, and...

Merlin's thoughts turned quickly.

"With all due respect," Rachev said, "this has nothing to do with you. Go to A6."

"The horse eats pawns to G7."

"Wang to D8. You have little retreat."

If Rachev had been a moody man, he'd probably already been smiling.Even if he wasn't, Merlin could still detect obvious complacency from the man's micro-expression.

But he was in no hurry.

"Follow to F6." Merlin unhurriedly spit out the next move.

"..."

Rachev frowned as if offended.

He stood up impatiently: "Now, I even think you are insulting me, sir."

"Just because you see the odds?"

"Win?"

Rachev repeated Merlin's words amusedly.

"Horse to F6. You've got no rooks left, Merlin, just a bishop, wasting so much time deploying and—"

Merlin raised the corner of his mouth.

"Elephant to E7."

He spoke slowly.

"Now, your king is in front of my pawn, do you still need to continue, Mr. Rachev? The next step is the general."

"..."

Of course Rachev understood Merlin's whole plan.

"You betrayed your queen," Rachev narrowed his eyes slightly, "you've been planning to do this since three moves ago, using your queen to attract my attention, selling a pawn in exchange for the victory of the entire game. "

I have to admit that Rachev is a very good chess player.In particular, they have no chessboard, no chess game, and completely rely on the number of the chessboard to complete this invisible chess game. This requires not only computing power, but also a strong memory and overall situation view.Even for Merlin, he almost lost the situation.

Although winning or losing was not the goal, Merlin still relaxed at the moment of the general.

There's nothing like winning a game of chess, especially when your opponent is plotting against someone you hold dear.

"You know, Mr. Rachev," Merlin said with a touch of sarcasm unconsciously, "If you want to win, you have to sacrifice something."

"Sacrifice something."

The smugness and faint smile on Rachev's face had completely disappeared.

He drew the pistol from his waist and loaded it decisively.When the bullet stuck into the trajectory and made a crisp sound, Merlin clearly felt Phoebe's body tense beside him.

It seems that even when drunk, Phoebe's instinct is still alive.

But today she doesn't need to be on guard.Merlin held the back of the girl's hand, motioning for her to calm down.

"Since you can sacrifice the queen on the chessboard."

Rachev spoke in accented English, pointing his pistol at Merlin.

"What about in reality?"

Merlin shivered.

The banker had already deviated from aiming, and the black muzzle of the gun landed in Phoebe's direction.Rachev twitched the corners of his mouth provocatively, but he no longer smiled: "How about making a deal? Keep her, I don't want any of the 7000 million US dollars, and I can achieve whatever purpose you came here."

Phoebe's hand curled up suddenly under Merlin's.

Merlin closed his eyes: "Sounds like a good deal."

Rachev: "So you have to betray your queen in reality."

Merlin: "However, as I said earlier, she is worth more than $7000 million."

At this moment, Merlin's glasses lit up the communication.Eggsy's brisk voice came from it: "It's done, Merlin! You can never imagine what the expression of that Bomber looks like. How much money will Rachev lose after his operation fails? Hundreds of millions?"

Merlin: "Two hundred and thirty million five million dollars."

Rachev paused holding his hand and the gun: "What?"

Merlin stood up from the sofa, turned around, and patted Phoebe on the back reassuringly.The drunken cat was terrified, the muscles on her back tensed slightly, as if she was really afraid that Merlin would sell her to someone else for $7000 million.

"After our agents stopped your terrorist attack, you will lose money in the stock market tomorrow," Merlin said calmly, and waited until Rachev's face changed before continuing, "I think you may not be in the mood to I've made a deal, Mr. Rachev, and your customers will come to you from all over the world for money."

Phoebe: "Merlin..."

Merlin: "Don't be afraid, girl."

He grabbed Phoebe's waist and picked up the stumbling girl from the sofa: "Now, you can take Mr. Rachev's pistol."

Speaking of Merlin pushing Phoebe lightly, the ignorant girl didn't understand what happened, she just followed Merlin's wishes and walked in front of Rachev.

Phoebe held out her hand, "Sir?"

Rachev looked at Merlin expressionlessly.

Merlin: "Or I'll give you a choice, Rachev. MI6 and the Royal Agents will provide you with protection and give you a new opportunity. As long as you don't break the law, we guarantee that those terrorist organizations will not find you. But you have to tell me , who was the investor who was involved in the kidnapping in Eastern Europe a few months ago and who tried to sabotage the streets of London? He opened several accounts in your bank, you must know."

Before Ratchev could respond, Phoebe directly grabbed the barrel of the gun.

She exerted a symbolic force, and looked at Rachev with her gray eyes. It was obvious that she would grab him if she didn't let go.

Rachev glanced at Phoebe, then let go of the pistol.

Phoebe smiled instantly.

She was still drunk, as if what she got was not a gun, but an extremely precious toy.The girl stood on her tiptoes and kissed Rachev on the face so loudly that the entire room could hear a "bah".

Phoebe smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Rachev."

Rachev: "..."

Merlin: "..."

This girl definitely did it on purpose!

The tense atmosphere was immediately swept away, and Merlin had no energy left to get angry with Phoebe. He saw Phoebe running back excitedly, and handed him the gun as if offering a treasure.

Phoebe: "Here you are!"

Merlin wiped his forehead.

Just as he took the pistol, Rachev suddenly said, "Silva."

Merlin stopped suddenly.

"Raul Silva," Rachev added dryly, "is the man you're looking for."

The author has something to say: Merlin: Damn, careless!

Teacher Mei who won the chess game and lost his life had to take care of the drunk cat afterward, which is very pitiful【x

And the chess records of these two chapters come from a game of blind chess played by the characters IronBull and Solas in the game "Dragon Age: Judgment".The final winner is Solas, who won the victory at the cost of sacrificing the queen.I copied the chess record in the comments, interested girls can take a look.

You ask who Solas is, he is a bald villain boss who destroyed the world after dumping Jiang Hua [烟.jpg]... also has no hair, why is there such a big gap! !

Thanks to Luoshu Tsubaki and Alu Meow Meow for mine, love you all!