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

53

For a long time after that, neither of the two spoke.

Phoebe still hugged him tightly, leaning against Merlin's chest, and they cuddled together until Phoebe calmed down little by little.She rested her head on Merlin's shoulder and turned her head to meet the man's gaze.

Merlin couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Phoebe's back. He embraced her, looked down into the girl's eyes, saw that her eyes had regained their composure, and moved his mouth silently: [What are you planning? ]

——When she gave in and opened the groove, Merlin realized that Phoebe hadn't really accepted Silva's instigation.This girl is icy and smart, if she really wanted to completely claim the dominance, she wouldn't give Merlin any chance.

His girl is acting, and cats are naturally cunning and sensitive. Silva thinks he has mastered Merlin's weakness, but he doesn't know that Phoebe is best at pretending to be cute. Her harmless appearance has deceived many people. .

Phoebe pursed her lips.

"Merlin is all mine now," she whispered, "Mine forever."

As she spoke, she kissed him again, bit Merlin's lower lip lightly, and then stuck out the tip of her tongue.

She opened her mouth slightly, and then something cold was sent in between kisses.Merlin paused, and then Phoebe ended the kiss.

The girl distanced herself, touched the corner of her mouth contentedly, and then landed her fingertips on his beautiful cheekbones.

"I really want to tie Merlin here forever," she murmured close to his ear, "I can't go anywhere, I can only look at me, love me, and have many babies with me."

Merlin: "..."

This is absolutely true.

There were no cameras in Merlin's field of view, but Silva would never let Phoebe and Merlin really be alone together, maybe there would be monitoring equipment?

Merlin thought for a while, then slowed down his tone: "Phoebe, you've got what you want. Can you let me go now?"

Phoebe blinked, she seemed to understand what Merlin was thinking.

The girl gently helped Merlin tidy up everything, fastened his belt, then stepped back from his knees, and stood on the ground, with layers of red skirts hanging down to his ankles, making the young girl even more white than snow.

Fiery red really suits her very well, Merlin secretly remembered it in his heart.

"If I could, I'd still like to be in bed with Merlin," Phoebe said with a smile, "in a nice apartment where it's just you and me and lots and lots of cats and no one will ever come Bother us."

And this sentence is true and false, and it is more or less said to Silva.

How could Phoebe's wish be so simple?

A girl who wants to have a family isn't much of a killer, but she wants to be an agent who saves the world more than a housewife who feeds cats and keeps house.

"But no," Phoebe changed the subject, "Silva has the final say on this matter. If Merlin gives him what he wants, he can let us go."

"Even if what he wants is the lives of Harry and Eggsy?"

"Eggsy is an agent," the girl said innocently. "He will solve everything, won't he? Silva has information on MI6 agents, but Bond and Q are also fine."

"..."

Speaking of which, Merlin already understood everything.

He was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes at Phoebe.

"I see," Merlin said calmly, "ask Silva to talk to me, girl."

Phoebe showed a look of reluctance.

She walked forward, the hem of the skirt touched the man's knee, the girl's hand reached out to Merlin's lips, and her soft fingertips gently stroked his lower lip: "I will not let Silva torture you, no one will." Don't hurt Merlin in front of me."

Merlin: "I appreciate it, Phoebe, you can call Silva over."

The girl nodded, then turned and left.

As soon as the door closed, Merlin spat out the metal that Phoebe had put in his mouth.

It was a tiny positioning device, developed by the research and development department of the Royal Secret Service in the early years, and it has been eliminated.It was meant to be hidden behind the molars, and the signal was not bad. It was only after several field agents complained that it was uncomfortable that Merlin modified the equipment to the clothes.

The designer of the positioning device is now Q.

Bond and Q are still in good condition, and the locator designed by Q himself, these two clues are enough for Merlin to connect all the causes and consequences—it turns out that this is the agreement reached between Phoebe and Q.

Phoebe pretended to betray in exchange for Silva's trust, so as to induce his real body to appear and obtain his position.It's really a simple and effective method, no wonder Merlin couldn't pry Phoebe's little mouth open no matter what method he used.

Although she said that Merlin could still help her in the "undercover" aspect, it is not true. For such a plan, secrecy is the most basic requirement. In this regard, Phoebe is better than some professional agents .

Merlin couldn't help but smile.

Even though Merlin never regretted his decision, he couldn't ignore the pride gushing out from the bottom of his heart.

His girl, his Phoebe, never fails to surprise him.

The locator has been activated, and James Bond must be on his way at this moment.

If Q wanted to, he might have informed the Royal Secret Service as well.And what Merlin had to do was delay the time.

Thinking of this, Merlin put the locator back into his mouth, and then he raised his head.

The door opened and Silva walked in slowly.

The former MI6 agent walked around in front of Merlin with a slow pace, he looked at Merlin up and down with an almost teasing expression, and then said slowly: "Well, it seems that Phoebe did get what she wanted. .”

Merlin twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you very much."

Silva: "You're welcome."

As he said that, he laughed himself first.I have to say that the man with dyed black hair looks much more pleasing to the eye than in the file, he continued with an exaggerated smile: "I'm so happy, Merlin, to make such a good couple with your own hands, if you and Phoebe have If you have a baby, you must invite me to attend the baby's christening."

If given the chance, it will be held in a church near your grave.Merlin thought viciously in his heart, your soul can poke its head out of hell and have a look.

"There won't be that chance," but what Merlin said had another meaning, "I will deal with the traitor myself."

"Oh... don't."

Silva shook his head as if he couldn't bear to listen carefully, his face was full of unbearable.

"She loves you so much, and this is the end for her? Merlin, you are so cruel. I have a suggestion for you, why don't you listen to it."

"I won't reveal anything to you."

"Don't talk too much."

Silva pulled up another chair in the room again and sat down.

He was as casual as he was at home, and he even had habitual gestures when he spoke: "I won't embarrass you, Merlin, I also like Phoebe very much. As long as you let me know the information about the agents, I won't hurt you." You can even help you and Phoebe disappear from the earth. How about moving to a holiday island? Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the house is right by the sea, and helicopters drop a lot of daily necessities every week. Phoebe must like it, she saw Just the kind of girl who likes nature. And you..."

Silva paused, and he reached out to help Merlin straighten the crooked tie.

"And you," he went on, "are not technically a royal agent at all, but just an employee. Why take such a big risk for it?"

Merlin laughed mockingly: "Obviously you are a person who has no sense of belonging, Silva, no wonder you were randomly thrown away by Mrs. M as an abandoned child, without even asking—oh, she never thought of collecting the body for you. "

Silva stood up abruptly.

The smile on the face of the man behind the scenes disappeared in an instant, and his expression was almost terrifying.

"What do you know?" Silva lowered his voice.

"Actually, not too many."

Merlin was unmoved.

"I just know that you are regarded as a dead person because Mrs. M gave up on you after a failed mission. She threw you to the enemy, and you didn't say anything, even biting the cyanide hidden in your mouth However, it survived," he said calmly, "very powerful, Thiago Rodriguez, you are very loyal. It's a pity that Mrs. M abandoned you like a dead dog."

"what."

The muscles on Silva's face moved slightly, but the left side of his face remained unchanged.At that time, the cyanide and chemicals were probably placed on the left. The violent poison and medicine would burn through the flesh and bones. Thanks to the current medical technology, he would not look like a walking monster.

"Since you know so well, Merlin," he is no longer friendly, replaced by coldness and cruelty that are more terrifying than viciousness and anger," I can completely let you experience what it was like to me back then, I remember everything, everything It's that clear."

"Better not," Merlin countered, "but you insist, I don't have cyanide."

"Then tell me everything."

"I don't quite understand, it's MI6 that killed you, it's nothing to do with the royal agents," Merlin said, "They didn't provoke you."

"Not really, except that our Phoebe spoiled a few of my little plans."

Silva replied coldly.

"But with all due respect, Merlin, it's better to have fewer organizations like yours. There will be fewer young people brainwashed by justice and patriotism, and the world will be much more peaceful."

Merlin sneered a few times.

"So, are you going to say it or not," Silva asked, "to give you one last chance."

"Now I'm sure, Silva."

The locator in the mouth vibrated slightly, which meant that the person holding the tracking device was very close.

"You probably got your brain burned out by cyanide."

As his words fell, there were deafening gunshots outside the room.

The author has something to say: If the girl has the conditions, take a look at the comments.

Thanks to the shepherd's purse and fresh shrimp wonton, the eternal little aunt, simon, and mine of the spiritual song, I love you all!