Lynn doesn't speak

Night fell quickly in London.

Walking off the Aston Martin with Bond, standing in the doorway of the club decorated with ostentatious lights.Lynn watched Mr. 007 throw the car keys to the waiter who came up to greet him, then curled the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand towards him in a gentlemanly manner, still wanting to punch that face that needed to be punched.

"We're going to have a fight sooner or later."

The jewel-like brown-green eyes reflected a touch of sea blue under the light, and even though he said so, he still leaned towards Bond so that he could pull himself into his arms.

"Okay." Leading Lin En to walk in, the corner of 007's mouth raised an ambiguous arc, obviously already in the state: "How is it on the bed?"

"……as long as you are happy."

With sharp eyes, Terrence Conston, who had noticed their arrival in the hall, walked over. Lynn quickly shut up, put his arms around Bond's waist, and nestled into his arms without speaking.

Like a real little lover.

In fact, his height is not far from 007.What's more, they are all MI6's famous aces in the field. With their physiques, even if they are acting, it is impossible to completely act like a small bird to the other.But fortunately, Lynn's face is too deceptive, and he has lost weight obviously due to various reasons in the past two months of disappearance. At first glance, it really looks like that.

At the very least, he could indeed fool a seasoned veteran like Terence.

"You really can't live without your cat for a moment, can you?"

After exchanging casual greetings with the agent, he fixed his eyes on his male companion's face.Terrence stretched out his hand and lifted Lynn's chin, his eyes wandered carefully for a while, and soon he was attracted by those distinctive eyes again.

"It's beautiful." He couldn't help admiring.

Pure brown-green, blending into light sea blue and light gray at the edge.It is as mysterious and vast as the starry sky, and people can't help but want to explore, what kind of unknown beautiful scene is hidden in it.

As if bewitched, Terence bent slightly, leaned close to Lynn's ear, and chuckled softly: "Think about it... let them belong to me."

Lynn froze, and couldn't help tightening the hands holding Bond's waist.At the same time, 007's eyes became colder, and he took a step back calmly with his companion, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little cold: "You should have a lot of things to do, Mr. Conston."

"That's right, so please forgive me for not being able to continue entertaining you."

The fascinating color is far away from the eyes, once again indulged in the noise that sounds around.As if he didn't notice Bond's hostility, Terence nodded friendly, turned and left, and continued to greet the next guest who entered the door.

However, anyone can see that his mind is obviously not on this.

"Be careful tonight."

Eighty percent of the hostility in his eyes was fake, but two percent of it was genuine.Thinking of Terence's notoriety in the circle after investigation these days, Bond frowned slightly: "He is not as gentlemanly as he appears on the surface. If he is interested in a person, he may use any means. Don't you Careless."

"I know."

He nodded, indicating that he was ready.Lynn let go of the agent's suit jacket, and followed 007 into the magnificent main hall of the club.

However, the moment he stepped into the gate, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head abruptly.

Cars are still coming and going on the street, the night sky is illuminated by neon lights into day, and occasionally passers-by passers-by turn the corner in a hurry and disappear into the background of the brightly lit signboards in the blink of an eye.

It seemed that someone was watching him.

"What's the matter?" Sensing his companion's movement, Bond also stopped.

"……nothing."

I searched carefully, but found nothing wrong.Lynn frowned subconsciously, but he no longer felt the creepy cold gaze just now.

Perhaps an illusion?

Staying at the door for too long has already attracted the waiter's attention, he shook his head, suppressed the sudden uneasiness in his heart, let Bond put his shoulders on his shoulders, and continued to walk into the club.

And around the corner across the street, watching them walk out of their field of vision.Someone took a deep breath, leaned against the outer wall behind him that was not illuminated by the light, lowered his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be covered with invisible ice.

He clenched the extremely sharp blade in his hand.

On the left arm, a cold metal light flashed away, and then, together with the ghostly figure, disappeared into the thick darkness behind him, leaving only a faint murderous aura on the spot.

They always have to settle some accounts.

Just tonight.

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"Are you sure they'll all show up today?"

Sit at the bar and order a cocktail casually.Lynn glanced around the lobby, memorizing the surrounding terrain in his mind, while lowering his voice: "Terence will be so bold to gather all his next homes in the same place?"

"Don't underestimate him, members of the Conston family are not as simple as they appear."

Leaning close together, on the surface, they look like a pair of doggy men who are openly tired of being crooked in public.Bond approached his ear, and his right hand went around from behind Lynn's head to caress his cheek. His movements were ambiguous, but his words were very serious:

"Not only does he control half of the gray deals in London, but he also has a lot of protection at the top of the government. He has no skills. He has been put in prison long ago just because of the boys he played to death in the past few years. .”

"?!"

The first time I heard Bond mention Terrence's ruthlessness in this regard, Lynn's face was a little bad: "So you deliberately tricked me into coming here, so that a sexual abuse lover became interested in me, and also returned to me. Made a plan for me to take the initiative to deliver it to your door?!"

Although Bond has always regarded himself as a rival in love, is this too vicious? !Deliberately using the task to punish him to death?

"Are you kidding, 009." Having nothing to say, Bond glanced at him: "If the two of you are together, isn't it more likely that you will kill him?"

But that's not why you're pushing me into the fire pit.

Picking up the cocktail, pretending to be a white lotus flower with a pure face, raised the cup to Bond's mouth and fed him a sip. On the surface, it seemed like a harmless flirting between lovers, but only Lynn knew how much he was now. Want to throw it all on 007's well-dressed beast's face.

"Don't mess around, baby."

After taking the cup, he put it to Lynn's mouth in the same way. Bond's eyes were full of just right infatuation and frivolity, and his voice was slightly louder: "Do you want me to feed you with my mouth?"

There were good-natured teasing from the guests around, Lin En's cheeks were slightly red, as if he was a little embarrassed, he angrily pushed away 007's hand that was still lingering on his cheek, grabbed the wine glass, turned around and stopped talking, as if he was being raped by his boyfriend. The appearance after molesting.

The acting was so resembling that even he himself believed it.

The corner of Lynn's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

But in the eyes of some people, his actions were so real, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely awakening the dormant beast in his heart.

"Ding--"

There was a crisp text message notification tone from the phone.Lynn reached out and took it out of his pocket, raised his eyebrows at the number displayed on it, but when he clicked on it, the content made him stiff and almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

"Flirting with co-workers in fancy clubs is not a wise move - SH"

...Damn it, how did Sherlock know?

Regardless of Bond's puzzled look, Lynn put down his wine glass and quickly pressed his phone: "Are you here?"

"In front of you to the right, about 15 meters."

Sherlock's text message arrived soon again.He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the corner of the hall near the side door. As expected, he saw the detective who was raising his glass to signal him, and the doctor beside him who was staring at him dumbfounded.

"You got a new boyfriend?—SH"

At the same time, Lynn's cell phone started to vibrate again, but the content was obviously not very friendly.He took a deep breath, retracted his gaze, and moved his fingers quickly:

"Mission, it's inconvenient to disclose. What are you doing here?!"

"Consignment, it's not convenient to disclose.——SH"

"..."

Sherlock's reply was choking to death.Lynn was silent for a while, trying to forget the shame of flirting with Bond in front of Sherlock, and finally pressed a text message: "Be careful tonight, something bad may happen. And, forget the to everything."

He was still young, and he still had a bright future waving to him. He didn't want to go back, but his leg was broken by Mr. British Government's little black umbrella.

……It's all you.

After getting Sherlock's promise that he would never tell Mycroft, Lynn raised his head with a face full of resentment, and tried to convey his dissatisfaction to Bond, but no one paid attention to him.

Unknowingly, things are slowly developing according to plan.

Staring at the back of Terrence who finally finished greeting the guests and walked up the stairs, 007 suddenly cheered up and tugged at his sleeve: "He should be going to meet those people, so we should act now."

"clear."

Of course, they will not forget that they are on a mission now.As a professional agent, Lynn nodded, no longer paying attention to Sherlock, but stood up with 007, and walked towards the stairs clinging to each other as they had just entered the door.

Terrence's club has a total of four floors. Except for the first and second floors, which are used for public activities, the remaining two floors are all very private guest rooms for those with special needs.Specially prepared for those who are addicted.Obviously familiar with the structure here, after Bond asked the waiter for the key to a room on the third floor, he swaggered in with Lynn in his arms, closed the door, and took out the wiretapping equipment installed earlier in the morning.

"They are all gathered in the innermost conference room on this floor now."

Checked the circle room for pinhole cameras and bugs, but found nothing.Lynn walked back to the bed, caught the headset thrown by Bond and put it on.Soon, there was a muffled conversation on the other end of the channel.

"They're coming to extract that thing."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the door being locked, Terrence Conston's voice overwhelmed those whispers and sounded in the room:

"Everyone knows that if you want to get that thing, you must collect the key and the five-digit 'password'... and according to our agreement, the key, that is, the emblem of the Conston family, will be kept by me, and the passcode will be kept by me. Each of you holds one of the numbers, and only when we all gather together can we truly know the way to open that door."

Quite complicated.

After a silent discussion, Lynn pouted and continued to listen with bated breath.

"Then you summoned us now to open that door?"

After Terence finished speaking, another voice that sounded fierce sounded in the headset: "But they have warned that all the passwords to open the door can only be revealed by us after the representatives they send arrive."

"Yes, that's true." Without denying it, Terence smiled softly: "But don't you all want to see that magical treasure in advance?"

"...What do you mean?" Gasping voices came from the headset one after another, as if surprised by his proposal.

"It means, that thing was originally a treasure left to us, why should it be handed over to someone else?"

Trenton paused, and his voice became low: "We could have used it to achieve our own goals, but now we are forced to be controlled by others and give away what belongs to us... Are you really willing? Just like this, we were killed by Hydra. Fully exploited and manipulated?!"

Hydra.

Hearing the key words, Lynn's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed a little instantly, causing Bond next to him to glance at him, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what they are talking about?"

"Almost." Nodding, Lin En didn't intend to hide it from him: "Hydra was the object of my last mission, it was very tricky, you'd better not get involved with them."

"I hope." Bond shrugged: "But sometimes these are not my decisions."

They do not have the right to choose tasks, and many times they must perform them knowing that they are dangerous.Therefore, very few agents in this profession can live to retirement, and may die at any time. They had already had such awareness when they joined MI6 earlier.

"Then I can only wish you luck."

Don't force it, Lynn finally said so, and then stopped talking.And just as they were handing over, Terrence, who wanted to turn against Hydra on the other end, had already persuaded those people to join him, gather together the conditions to open the door, and grab what they wanted before Hydra thing.

"Then, the key is with me, and you have all seen it."

As if showing something, Terence continued: "Now, you still need to tell the secrets you keep."

There was a moment of silence in the headset.Lynn and Bond looked at each other, and Lynn took out his mobile phone and recorded every sentence he heard afterwards.

However, that is not a password in the general sense——

"'I am the black magician who lives in the castle.

I woke up to the deafening bell.

The owl outside the window looks at the sunset in the distant mountains.

Priests bury snowflakes by the church.

End it all, with two swords through the devil's throat. '"

Mumbling to the screen, Lynn frowned: "What is this, code poem?"

"There is still an organization using such an ancient method." Bond shook his head: "We have to find someone to decipher them."

"And it's a smart, far beyond ordinary genius."

After thinking about it, without hesitation, Lynn immediately opened the text message interface: "It's just right, Sherlock is below now, and I'll be right away..."

Before the words fell, a piercing gunshot came from the headset, interrupting the conversation between the two of them in an instant.

"Thank you for your candor."

Terrence's voice was full of laughter and pity, but it was like a devil.After using the trust of his accomplices to obtain the desired information, in order to monopolize them, he mercilessly sent bullets into their chests.

A cruel lunatic.

Looking at each other, they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.Needless to say, the two jumped up from the bed almost at the same time, opened the door of the room, and walked quickly towards the stairs before Terence appeared.

"Plan B."

Pressing the elevator, Bond took out a PPK from his pocket and handed it to Lynn:

"009, go to Terence and get the so-called key, and I will pick you up at a suitable place... Although with your ability, there shouldn't be a big problem, but you'd better be careful."

"I don't need this." Didn't take Bond's gun.Lynn looked down and found that Sherlock had already replied, asking him to send a picture of Terrence's family crest, and nodded: "You wait for me in the stairwell on the second floor, just 10 minutes."

After speaking, he took a deep breath and pulled off his collar, revealing his fair-skinned neck and a bit of collarbone.

"Yo, so tempting, baby." After whistling, Bond joked in a friendly way: "I really can't bear to put you like this into the mouth of that libertine."

"Get out of here."

Kicking Bond into the elevator, Lynn rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Good luck."

Smiling slightly, Mr. 007 nodded and closed the elevator door.Following the jump of the number showing the floor, he also opened the PPK insurance, stepped on the carpet in the corridor on the second floor, and prepared to wait quietly for the results of his companions here.

however--

Pushing open the safety door in the stairwell, before Bond had time to see what was hidden in the darkness, a hand protruding from a corner caught his neck unexpectedly.The cold metal touch touched the skin, and the strong killing intent spread along the blood all the way to the limbs and bones. For a moment, he really felt the coming of death.

"you……"

There was only time to say such a word, and with a light force from the man, Bond was thrown directly and hit the wall hard.

Fu.ck.

What the hell is going on?

Trying to ignore the burning pain all over his body, he cursed secretly, stood up staggeringly while leaning on the window sill, and looked at the man who quietly attacked him in the stairwell.

A strange killer, his whole body was wrapped in a pitch-black combat uniform, his cold eyes were tightly locked on his face.Under the refraction of the light, the mechanical arm on the left floated through a layer of cold light unique to metal.

"How dare you touch him."

Staring at the embarrassed 007 in front of him, Bucky said coldly, and took another step forward:

"Want to die?"

Feeling that he should be Bond lying on the ground: ... huh?

The author has something to say: Bond: I can explain, in fact, 009 and I are lifelong love rivals.

Wishbone: Heh, look at me, do you think the Winter Soldier will listen to you?

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This chapter is very fat!So the babies forgot that I didn't update yesterday, okay qwq! !

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Boots babes! !