Lynn doesn't speak

Bond is missing.

This kind of situation is actually not uncommon in mi6. After all, 007 has been pretending to be dead every day since a long time ago, with countless criminal records, but no one has seen anything really happen to him.So once the number is too many, m doesn't bother to look for it, just waits for him to crawl out from some corner, let alone anyone, both parties are at ease.

But this time, the situation is obviously different from before.

007 disappeared during the investigation of Terrence Conston, involving nobles and high-level forces, and the Duke's youngest son has such a reputation, even if it is for the sake of the agent's chastity, it will inevitably make MI[-] The chief of staff was nervous.

Contrary to M, Lynn is actually not too worried that Bond might be... ahem, the issue of being taken care of, anyway, 007 has never had such a thing as morality in his eyes.What he didn't want to see was that Hydra, who was also paying attention to Terrence, regarded Bond as a threat. If they intervened, 007 might really be in danger.

Therefore, whether it is to find out the whereabouts of 007 or to find out the purpose of Hydra, Lynn must contact the Duke heir of the Conston family.

...at least in theory.

"But now I have a question."

Sitting in a cafe on the side of the road, diagonally opposite the club that Terrence Conston often goes to.Lin En wore sunglasses, and glanced aimlessly at the man and woman who were kissing inseparably ten meters away, and gently pressed the headset:

"What is the reason why m judged Bond's disappearance? What was he doing before he disappeared?"

"Bond last reported to the Intelligence Department on the 14th, just before he entered Terence's private club."

Flipping through the information covering the entire long table in front of him, q pushed his glasses: "If it succeeds, Bond will send back the news in six hours at the earliest, but it has been five days now, so m feels that Something must have happened to him."

"……Oh."

Lynn replied dryly.The couple not far away seems to have finally kissed enough, no longer hugging each other, but cuddling each other, the man leaning over the female partner's ear, seems to be saying something.

"In other words, the current situation is that mi6 can't find Bond unilaterally, right?"

Leaning back on the seat back, Lynn rolled his eyes towards the ceiling:

"Q, can you rule out the possibility that he stopped our contact for some reason?"

——For example, in order to pick up women, think that the intelligence department is too busy to command, and want to use the mission to spend a few more days outside... and so on.

Obviously, he was given a knowing blow by Lynn's assumption.On the other end of the channel, the quartermaster was silent for a long time before finally saying slowly: "No."

Then there is nothing to say.

There was a crisp applause from the corner. I don't know what the man said to his girlfriend. In just a few minutes, the love show turned into a breakup scene.Watching the woman push open the door of the cafe with red eyes and go away, while the man who was slapped was still sitting there, his expression unchanged.Lynn pouted, although it sounded really painful, but she couldn't feel any sympathy at all.

He even wanted to hit him.

"Can I do it?" Knowing that the quartermaster could see what happened through the tiny camera on his chest, Lynn rolled his eyes again.

q is speechless.But before he could decide whether to secretly support this internal strife, the man who was dumped had already chuckled a few times, turned his head, and his voice seemed to be somewhat ambiguous and hoarse:

"It doesn't say in the agent's handbook that you can beat up a colleague on mission, 009?"

Stand up and walk towards Lynn.The man leaned slightly, with his hands propped on the back of the chair he was sitting on, and the distance was so close that he could almost count how many eyelashes each other had: "I found you so quickly, did you miss me?"

"That's right." I think about it every day, even in my dreams, I want to grab you and beat you to death.

Moving back, Lynn snorted, pulled off his sunglasses and threw them on the table: "From now on, I will write every word you say in the report. So 007, you should It’s good to give a reasonable explanation.”

"explain?"

Getting closer, the originally straight suit was creased slightly with Bond's movements, but he didn't seem to care at all.Instead, he stretched out his hand and hooked the headset on Lin En's right ear, as if he knew who was listening on the other end of the channel: "Compared to someone who has been missing for two months without knowing his life or death, I am nothing at all. .Are you right, Q?"

What he said sounded aggrieved and pointed.At the very least, the quartermaster on the other end of the communication was stunned, and then fell silent without saying a word. He didn't know whether it was because Bond had hit his point, or just because of the tone in which he said it.

...can you be normal.

The corners of his eyes twitched, Lynn felt that his gun was lying down for no reason.

--cannot.

With a sidelong glance at him, Bond slightly bent his mouth and smiled meaningfully:

"Since 009 is here, I will take him away."

He didn't get an answer from the quartermaster, and the agent was obviously used to it, so he didn't care much.Flexibly dodging Lynn's unbearable kick backwards, he touched his companion's neckline and held the miniature camera in his hand.At the same time, the quartermaster who was far away from the q branch found that the virtual screen in front of him went black in an instant. It was obvious that someone had damaged the remote equipment, completely isolating Lin En from the mi6 intelligence network.

"Bond, what do you want to do?!" Suddenly froze, Q's expression suddenly changed.

"Ask him to do me a favor." The agent's voice was hoarse and lazy: "I don't like people watching when I'm doing business, q. And you won't want to know what we're going to do next."

After finishing speaking, before the quartermaster could react, he threw the headset on the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it.

...Very well, after Bond, I will also become a missing person.

Watching 007 complete this series of actions with great proficiency, it is obviously not the first time he has done this kind of thing.Lin En rolled his eyelids, and just sat on the chair like that, but he didn't stop him: "You deliberately tricked me into asking him to send me to find you?"

"Probably." Bond adjusted his suit and glanced at him: "If I invite you directly?"

"Of course not. Generally, it is not a good thing to have anything to do with you."

The answer was very decisive, and Lynn raised his eyebrows: "Just tell me, what do you want me to do for you?... Of course, I will remind you first that I will not seduce Terrence Conston, from the mouth of a living person Rhetoric is not my area of ​​expertise."

"So I've done all this for you, you just need to listen to my arrangements tonight."

He tore off his tie, unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, thought about it, and crumpled the collar a little more.Bond said so, instead of looking at the indescribable expression on Lynn's face, he glanced out the window and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Sure enough, he came out."

Well, who's out?

Follow 007's gaze.Lynn only had time to see the door of the opposite club being pushed open, and the faces of their quest targets appeared in the sunlight, and then his eyes suddenly went dark. En firmly pressed into his arms.

"Cooperate and hug my waist." The agent lowered his head to his companion's ear, and lowered his voice: "Terence is watching us."

"...You'd better give me an explanation later."

Of course he knew that the task target had seen them, and he also knew that he raised his eyebrows playfully, paused, and was walking towards them.Lynn resisted the urge to jump up and beat him up, snorted coldly, and leaned on Bond's chest as promised.At the same time, the atmosphere between the two people also changed instantly, the faint tit-for-tat was gone, replaced by an eagerness with ambiguity, frivolity and obsession.

Obviously, none of them lacked the professionalism that an agent should have.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came from far and near, and then stopped by the table.Bond lightly brushed the corner of Lynn's mouth with his fingertips, and seemed to linger for a while before slowly raising his head.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Arnold."

Looking around at Lynn in Bond's arms, something flashed in Terrence Constant's eyes, and then he was covered up under a meaningful smile: "It seems that I disturbed your good business?"

"Of course not." Reaching out to lift Lynn's chin, Bond's eyes were filled with just the right amount of fascination: "It's just that the new cat is so... attractive, it's not easy to divert attention from him thing."

Wary.

Lynn swears, when 007 said this, the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably.Pretending to look innocent, he followed Bond's movements and lay on his chest, but his right hand quietly went around behind the agent and pinched him hard on the waist.

Bond immediately froze.

"What's the matter with you?" Terrance asked in confusion, probably because 007's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"It's nothing, it's just that the cat is shy." Laughing softly, Bond grabbed Lynn's hand, pulled it in front of him, and shook it firmly.The strength was so great that the wailing of the dislocation of the wrist bones could almost be heard.

...Your uncle's 007.

The face hidden in the agent's collar twisted instantly, and Lynn gasped, almost unable to restrain himself from cursing.

However, although the two were fighting each other secretly, in Terence's eyes, it was no different from flirting.Showing the expression of "I understand everything" again, he coughed lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into an ambiguous but just right arc.

"I hope you still remember tonight's invitation." After a pause, Terence looked at Lynn in Bond's arms again: "However, I think, maybe you are more willing to bring this one with you now."

"That couldn't be better."

Picking up the slender fingers of the man in his arms and putting them on his lips, Bond gently kissed: "He will love it there."

"My pleasure."

After finishing speaking, Terence nodded politely at last, then turned and walked out of the cafe, and got into the black RV parked by the roadside.

And before closing the door, he couldn't help turning his head again.

"He's interested in you."

He didn't let go of Lynn until the mission target completely disappeared from sight, and Bond raised the corner of his mouth playfully: "This makes things easier."

"Can I say no?"

Probably able to guess what Bond was thinking, Lynn rubbed his wrists and sat up straight, feeling hopeless: "We agreed, only sell your face but not your body."

"We just agreed to listen to my arrangement at night." Standing up and buttoning the torn shirt again, Bond's voice was as lazy and hoarse as ever:

"Don't make that look, Pussycat. Terrence is entertaining his dope at the club tonight. Dealer friends, there's a lot of people out there, and that's the only way I can get you in."

"Yeah, pretending to be the benefactor and his little lover is really a way you will come up with."

Rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, Lynn snorted, but couldn't refuse: "Tell me the plan."

"Let's go to the hotel I booked first."

Raising his wrist to look at the time, Bond nodded:

"Some things, you really need to know sooner."

# # #

at the same time.

Walking out of the murderer's apartment, Sherlock took out his phone and pressed it for a while, a flash of understanding flashed across his eyes.

"I was right, John."

Calling down the roommate who was walking with his head down, the detective raised the phone in front of him:

"Terrence Conston, let's go to his club tonight and have a look, maybe we will find something interesting."

# # #

And the other side of London.

"The boss told you to get that thing."

Walking off the helicopter, he stood on the roof of the building, looking at the architectural pattern under his feet that was completely different from that of New York, his eyes without warmth were full of indifference.

"Lyn's incident has already made the boss very angry. This mission can't fail again, you understand?"

On the other end of the communication, Crossbones chattered into the headset as always, and seemed to have endless things to say.He closed his eyes, suppressed the fluctuations in his eyes from hearing the name, and interrupted coldly: "The plan."

Sure enough, it still smells familiar.

It feels like the Winter Soldier has become colder since Lynn left.Crossbones pouted, not daring to provoke him, and obediently pulled out the information.

"One of our eyeliners in London was taken away by mi6. The specific details are missing, but it should have no effect."

Pointing his finger on the screen, he sent a photo.

"Terrence Conston, this man has what we need, and will appear at the family club tonight."

"—to find him."

Without hesitation, Bucky nodded quickly.