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

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Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, midnight.

The night wind in Las Vegas was scorching hot and dry, and Rachev held his coat in his hand, wearing only a dark shirt with the buttons on the collar open because he didn't wear a tie.

On the streets of Las Vegas, the outfit was unremarkable.As one of the most famous casinos in the world, you can see all kinds of different people here.

But Rachev's gray prosthetic eye was still quite conspicuous, and many people along the way couldn't help turning their heads because of his appearance and that prosthetic eye.

He took a step forward, walked to the window of the casino, and cashed out the chips in his hand.He had a good record tonight—Lachev's record was always good, especially in places where most of the gamblers came to travel, he doubled his chips almost without thinking.

This is enough, the amount converted into cash is just enough for him to pay for accommodation and buy food.

While it's easy to win the house and get the limelight, Rachev can't be too conspicuous right now.Even if Silva is dead, and several terrorist organizations that hunted him down were also wiped out by the Royal Secret Service and MI6, he is still an internationally wanted criminal bearing multiple charges.

Yes, Rachev still refused asylum from the royal agents.

He doesn't need shelter.Even if he lost all his money, status, and even his official identity, Rachev still didn't think it was a good thing for his life to be controlled by an secret service organization.

Even if he is almost living a precarious life now, it is better than being threatened by others.

Putting away the exchanged cash, Rachev left the casino.

Almost as soon as he stepped onto the street, he realized that he was being watched.

A few hostile gazes were thrown from the bustling streets of the city that never sleeps—Rachev was almost used to this after fleeing for so long.He pursed his lips, then blended into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Enemy?

Most of the enemies who could pose a threat to him are nothing more than terrorist organizations that have lost a lot of money, and those people have been cleaned up by the Royal Secret Service.And those wealthy businessmen who had offended before would not take a banker who lost everything in their eyes.

Who else could it be?

Just when Ratchev was thinking about the list of potential enemies, his way was blocked.

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, he turned his head sideways, and looked up at the person who was blocking the way.He is of Asian descent, with a thin build, combed back hair, and a well-proportioned black suit.When his eyes collided, he bowed slightly to Rachev: "Mr. Rachev."

This accent sounds Japanese.

"Our lady is here to invite you."

"..."

Rachev was silent for a moment: "Who is your lady?"

Asian man: "You will know when you go."

Rachev: "What if I don't go?"

The expression of the Asian man remained unchanged: "I think, sir, this is not something you can choose."

When his words fell, a pair of powerful hands moved from Ratchev's back to his front, covering the man's mouth and nose.

Before Rachev fell into a coma, the only thought left was: His business hadn't expanded to Japan, so he shouldn't be an enemy.

It's just that this is not an "inviting" gesture.

Especially when he slowly woke up and found that his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he saw the Asian man blocking the way again, and couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that Eastern culture is not as reserved as everyone said."

The Asian man just raised his leg and kicked him blankly.

They definitely checked him out beforehand, and the Asian man kicked Rachev impartially in the leg he had injured while fleeing.The wound at the time was not treated in time, and the kick almost immediately made Rachev lose his strength.

He fell to his knees and cursed in his native language.But the Asian man seemed to understand, he immediately frowned, and then raised his hand.

"—Awen."

Just when Rachev turned his head and tried to avoid the man's attack, a steady and indifferent voice stopped him.

"That's not the way of hospitality."

Rachev followed the reputation.

It was a woman, also of Asian descent, tall and tall, wearing a black Japanese-style jacket with a white tube top.However, this kind of collocation not only did not make her look very ethnic, but she looked like a model walking in the fashion week.

"I asked you to invite Mr. Rachev to be a guest," she was a little dissatisfied, "rather than ask you to tie people here."

"...I'm sorry, Miss Chun."

The woman named "Pure" wanted to reprimand her a few more words, but she didn't say anything and just waved her hand.

Awen bowed respectfully, then dragged a chair from the corner of the room, and sent it behind the woman.She sat in front of Rachev, then nodded: "I want to have a private chat with Mr. Rachev, Awen."

However, from the beginning to the end, the woman did not reveal half of her intention to let her subordinates untie Ratchev, which shows that her "chat alone" was mostly malicious.

After Awen left, the woman sitting on the chair broke the silence condescendingly.

"My name is Jun Sera," she said, "I think you've heard my name, Mr. Rachev."

Sera Jun.

Of course Rachev had heard the name.

"The current president of the second largest violent group in Tokyo," he replied, "I've heard of you, ma'am."

"That's good."

Sera Jun nodded: "Then we will have a lot of time left."

Rachev smirked a little.

"So Miss Chun," asked Rachev, who was kneeling on the ground, "what do you want to 'talk' to me?"

As he said that, he subconsciously moved the knee of his left leg. Sera Jun's hand kicked his old wound. At this moment, he was kneeling on the cold floor again. Rachev's entire left leg was almost in pain. state of numbness.

He believed that Sera Jun must have seen it all, but this woman was completely unmoved.

She also looked about 25 or 30, and given that Asian women tend to look younger, Rachev deduced that she was at least [-].

The role of being a female leader should not be underestimated, not to mention that Japan is not a country where men and women are completely equal.She has been sitting firmly in the underworld leader's position for 12 years, which only proves that under this vulnerable and thin appearance, Sai Liangjun is more terrifying than other people, other men.

"It's nothing."

Sera Jun took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his arms without haste.

She brought the cigarette to her mouth, lit it, but took it down.The woman bent down and brought the cigarette to Rachev's mouth.

Rachev: "..."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Shi Liangjun.

Meeting her dark eyes, the emotion in them was as dull and calm as her voice.But it was precisely because of this that Rachev smelled a bit of danger.He paused for a moment, then turned his head and took the cigarette in his mouth.

The smell of lipstick still lingers on the cigarette holder.

"You don't smoke," Sera Jun said, "I remember you have asthma."

"Do I have a choice?"

Rachev asked indifferently.

Shirasumi raised the corner of her mouth.

Until now, there was a faint look on her delicate face.Apparently Serajun was very satisfied with Rachev's cooperation. After hearing this, she responded to Rachev's question just now: "I need an accountant, Mr. Rachev, and someone recommended you to me."

Rachev: "Who?"

Sera Jun: "Accountant in Savile Row.

Rachev: "..."

I knew they had another trick.

"Don't look at me like that, sir," Shi Liangjun of course understood what Laqiv was thinking, "This is not a bad thing, I can provide you with a residence and a new identity, so you don't have to go through this kind of fleeing without a fixed place You don’t have to worry about going to an international court. If you want, I can even sign a labor contract with you, and everything will go through legal procedures. After the contract period expires, it will not be difficult for you to make a comeback.”

Her terms sounded more generous than those of the royal agents, but Rachev knew very well that offering such terms to a fugitive who knelt towards her proved that Seira Jun was in trouble now.

And in order to solve this trouble, she had to find him.

"Please allow me to be blunt, Miss Chun," Rachev replied without hesitation, "You need an accountant, probably because the US government has frozen all accounts of your organization in the United States on the grounds of accounting, and your club Added to the blacklist that refuses to trade."

"This is a private matter of our commune."

"The news that even a fugitive has heard is not a private matter," Rachev said, "In this regard, I can indeed help you, Miss Pure, but that means that you are asking for me. "

As he spoke, he moved his wrist, and the handcuffs collided with each other to make a metallic sound.

"And this is not what you should expect from others."

"yes."

Even if he was poked at a painful spot, Sera Jun remained indifferent.

She just bent down and put her fingers on Rachev's lips.The woman rubbed his lower lip with her fingertips, then slowly took the cigarette away and brought it to her mouth again.

"You're right about one thing, sir."

Sera Jun raised her legs, and she lifted the man's chin with the tip of her high heels, forcing his neck to draw a beautiful arc.

The smell of cigarettes, perfume, sweetness of lipstick, and the smell of leather on her high-heeled shoes, all mixed together into a unique smell that belonged to Sera Jun completely eroded Rachev's lungs.

"So," she looked up at her, "I can give you everything, but that's up to me, and you, you really don't have a choice, Rachev, from the moment you walk into this room, your life is mine."

The author has something to say: In fact, the setting of this girl is the initial setting of Li Sen mirror in another pitfall of mine "Hannibal's Mirror" _(:з"∠)_The article changed the setting and now it is estimated to be I can't use it.

And I have booked tickets for the premiere of Avengers 3 with you Xianyukou, we are gearing up to go back to the pit, I will think about whether I should open the manuscript of Captain Hydra, in case I really feel it Outburst, the next day may be passionate (you!

Thank you for the spiritual song, the eternal little aunt, and Mr. A's landmines, meh!

And the next chapter is about 007 and Q Da.