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

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"...the Quartermaster of the Royal Service sent you."

"Ah."

The corner of Rachev's left eye twitched, and he held his forehead, the shadow of his palm covering the gray prosthetic eye.In this environment lacking in light, the man with deep eyebrows looks even more gloomy due to the large shadows.

He looked at the blond girl in front of him almost indifferently: she was dressed in a British formal suit, with student shoes on her feet, her long golden hair curled down her cheeks, like a college student who skipped class and ran away from the campus.In this room where blackout cloths and wooden boards are used to block all the light, it looks so out of place.

"Where is the other?" Rachev asked.

"in London."

"Impossible, he won't let you come here alone," the man said impatiently, "If there is any deal, let him or the royal agent talk to me."

Knowing that he is now in Albania, separated from London by more than half of Europe, who would believe that he sent such a girl here alone.

Phoebe blinked. "But I'm alone."

Rachev: "So he is not afraid that Silva will catch you who pretended to betray you."

Phoebe: "Then Silva will also find you who is really rebellious. We are in the same boat, Mr. Rachev."

Rachev: "..."

Seeing that the face of the man sitting on the sofa changed, Phoebe was not in a hurry, she continued: "And Merlin said, it will only work if I come to see you with conditions."

I have to admit that that "Merlin" was right.

Not because the young girl meant anything special to Ratchev, but because Ratchev didn't trust anyone in the Royal Secret Service, especially the quartermaster.

He cheated Rachev, and although he was forced to cooperate with them and accepted their protection, Rachev was still in a difficult situation now.At this time, a middleman is needed to bring the conversation.

Who better than Phoebe?She is simple-minded, but smart enough to win a good impression from Ratchev.What's more, she's an outsider in the entire game in Morocco.

"What does he want?"

After a long time, Rachev asked indifferently.

Phoebe: "Want to use you to lure Silva."

Rachev sneered a few times: "Let me be the bait?"

He leaned towards the back of the sofa, a sarcasm appeared on his cold face.Even though Rachev didn't continue to speak, Phoebe understood what he meant—the former banker became a dead man hiding in the basement, all thanks to the Royal Secret Service, and now Merlin wanted him to die.

"Merlin said," Phoebe said calmly, "As long as you get rid of Silva, your former clients will follow. When all terrorist organizations are eliminated, you will have no enemies."

"I doubt very much that I'll survive beyond that."

"Mr. Rachev."

Phoebe spoke seriously.

"Even if Merlin takes you as an outcast, I won't," she said. "Silva is also my enemy. He hurt my friend."

Kevin can't be worried for so long in vain, annoyed the cat and still want to be at ease?Impossible at all okay.

Of course Rachev didn't take Phoebe's words to heart.

"I hope you can understand, Miss Phoebe," Rachev said indifferently, "Even if the royal agents have eliminated all traces of me, it doesn't mean that you are absolutely safe if you find me."

"I know it, and Merlin knows it too, he trusts me."

"Even if you betrayed him?"

"I'm pretending to be betrayal."

"I wish Silva—"

Rachev's words were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

His words stopped abruptly, and the sound of the door panel slamming lingered in the suddenly quiet room.Rachev stood up, and he pulled out the gun on his waist, showing some serious marks between his brows and eyes.

"Don't move," Rachev ordered in a low voice.

"No," Phoebe shook her head, "I'll do it."

After she finished speaking, she raised her voice without waiting for Rachev's response: "Who is it?"

Phoebe's voice was originally soft, but she deliberately elongated it, making it appear whiny and fake.This obviously stunned the people outside the door: they must have come to hunt down Rachev, but no one said that he had a female companion with him when he fled.

After a while, the person outside the door responded in a muffled voice: "Police."

Phoebe: "Ah, wait a minute."

She turned to look at Rachev: "Is there another way out?"

Of course there are.

According to Rachev's mind, he must have other plans.The man was silent for a moment, then walked to the refrigerator.

It was only then that Phoebe noticed that the old, dirty refrigerator in the corner of the room wasn't plugged in at all.Rachev pushed open the refrigerator, and a closed wooden door appeared in front of Phoebe.

The killer outside the door must have heard the sound of moving objects, there was a loud bang, and they started banging on the door.

Rachev turned and picked up the ax standing by the door.

The wooden door was split open, and the strong light from the outside came in. Rachev stretched out his hand to block the sun: "Come with me."

Phoebe hurried to follow.

She walked behind him, and there was a seemingly closed alley outside, but Rachev walked out of the window of another house, and went directly through the window.Their figures disappeared into the back alley, and a rush of noise came from behind.Rachev closed the window, walked in a circle, and walked out through the main entrance.

"The apartment next door is yours too," Phoebe said.

"Do not talk."

Rachev warned without looking back.

He was striding forward, and Phoebe noticed that Rachev's left foot was a little limp, was it injured?So it seems that these people are not here for the first time, Phoebe frowned.

She didn't say much, just followed Rachev around the street, until they completely got rid of those people.

Even though he lost hundreds of millions of funds and offended most terrorist organizations in the world, Rachev is still a man of skill.After accepting the protection of the royal agents for the first time, he completely disappeared from people's field of vision. It took Merlin some effort to find him this time.

The down-and-out banker took Phoebe to his other residence.

It's much better than that totally enclosed room that's never seen the sun, but hasn't been used for a long time.

Rachev breathed heavily and heavily. He stopped in front of the gate of the residence, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his mouth and nose before taking out the key, but finally unlocked the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a large amount of dust rushed in, and Phoebe who was standing behind him choked.

"The air is terrible!"

"Come in."

Rachev's face was very ugly.

Did you walk too far and run out of energy?Phoebe was a little puzzled, but obediently entered the door.

When she walked into the living room, she rushed to open the window immediately.The state of the room is much better after the air circulation.Phoebe was finally able to breathe normally, and she breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that Rachev hadn't followed.

"Mr. Rachev?"

Phoebe spoke softly.

What responded to her was an earth-shattering sound from the bathroom.

The girl was startled, and immediately ran to the door of the bathroom: "Mr. Rachev?!"

Phoebe had never seen a man in such a mess since she first met Rachev.In the girl's memory, the one-eyed man was cold, calculating and vicious. He sat at the gambling table and never put anyone in his eyes.

Such a character, at this moment, collapsed on the bathroom floor, looking like a homeless man.

"Mr. Rachev," Phoebe hurriedly helped him up, "are you all right?"

He didn't speak.

To be precise, he couldn't speak at all.Rachev leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently, his face was quite ugly, as if someone had strangled his throat.

can not breath?

"Mr. Rachev?!"

Rachev moved his lips, but Phoebe heard nothing.She leaned her ear to his mouth, and the man almost spat out a word: "locker."

Phoebe immediately got up and ran to the sink, tiptoed and opened the locker.

In it she found asthma spray.

"what."

While in Morocco, Rachev carried such an item.Phoebe had no idea what it was, or that James Bond had reminded her that Rachev had asthma.

Nervousness, sudden movement, coupled with overwhelming dust, asthma attacks are nothing strange.

At that moment, it was hard to describe Phoebe's mood. She stuffed the spray into Rachev's hand, and he didn't even have the strength to press the spray.It was Phoebe who helped him administer the drug and then watched it kick in quickly.

All the while, Rachev's remaining eyes locked on Phoebe's gray ones until he calmed down and his shortness of breath gradually returned to normal.

"Sir," Phoebe's voice was close to a whisper, "this can't go on anymore, you should accept Merlin's terms. He will provide you with absolute safety."

Rachev said nothing.

Phoebe didn't expect him to respond either, she just held out her hand.The soft fingertips landed on the man's chest, and took out the white handkerchief from his shirt pocket.

There was still a faint stain of blood on the handkerchief, which belonged to Phoebe.Obviously, after losing hundreds of millions of dollars overnight, Rachev never had time to change to a new veil.

So Phoebe wiped the sweat off his brow with the old handkerchief.

"Maybe you can help the Royal Secret Service when everything subsides," Phoebe said sincerely. "I believe your abilities can be useful anywhere."

"You're sympathizing with me."

"I do not……"

Facing Rachev's cold eyes, Phoebe didn't say anything.

Her gray eyes flickered, and then her reluctance turned from depression to sadness.Phoebe shook her head, her voice was still very soft: "Please, sir, you shouldn't be so downcast."

"It seems that Merlin didn't teach you."

"what?"

Rachev caught Phoebe's wrist, which surprised Phoebe.But it was too late when she wanted to break free, the man's gun had already reached Phoebe's waist.

"Do not pity your enemy, Vajz (girl)," said Rachev, "think of the blood debt on his hands, or you will pay the blood debt for your kindness."

His eyes were still cold when he said these words.

But Phoebe wasn't afraid, she still looked at him: "Are you going to kill me, Mr. Rachev?"

Rachev: "I should use you to coerce Merlin in exchange for conditions."

Phoebe: "You should."

Rachev let go of Phoebe.

He retracted his gun.

"Tell Merlin," Rachev stood up with difficulty, "if you want me to be the bait, you have to pay what I am satisfied with."

"So you're not going to kill me."

The man looked down at Phoebe, still expressionless on that face.

Rachev bent down and took the handkerchief that Phoebe was clutching.He shook off the veil, but his palm fell on the side of her face instead.

If it weren't for the gray prosthetic eye and the furrowed brow, and the lack of oxygen that came with his asthma, maybe Phoebe would really have mistaken his slow movements for gentleness.

He wiped the dust off Phoebe's face, then turned and left the house without looking back.

The author has something to say: I won’t write about the stalks I wrote in the previous article. Playing during the estrus period and giving birth to cubs and the like.If I'm in a hurry, I will directly paste the content of the previous article hum =. =!But Uncle Archie and Rachev can have their own episodes!I really like these two characters, and I wish they could have girlfriends as cute as Phoebe [Calm down! ! !

There are also cars, and they will not be repeated.

Thanks forever little aunt mine!