[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Mr. Elegant Landmallock

N City Airport

A handsome man in a black suit, with his coat open casually and two buttons unbuttoned on the top of his white shirt casually leans against the pillar, glances at his watch from time to time, as if he is waiting for someone, but in fact he is passing through the earphones Talk to the person across from you.

Man: "Finch, are you sure that Mr. Douglas is on this flight? Two hours have passed."

The calm and indifferent voice of the boss came from the other side of the headset, "Mr. Reese, please be patient. I am sure that the boarding information of Mr. Miller can be found in the aviation information, and I also saw him in the surveillance. "

Reese shrugged, "Okay."

At this time, he saw a man wearing a high-end custom suit, holding a cane in his right hand, and a delicate leather box in his left hand. He was dressed in a luxurious man who came out of the exit.

Reese's eyes were fixed: "I saw him, Finch."

The man who was walking suddenly raised his head and glanced in Riser's direction casually.Riise quickly turned around and hid behind the pillar.

Riise's expression changed, "Finch, you didn't tell this so-called 'ordinary' tailor to have such a high level of vigilance."

Finch couldn't help but argue, "Of course he's not an ordinary tailor! He's the world's top custom tailor! You don't know that I've tried to make an appointment with him, but it's a pity that he has to give detailed information for every appointment. Personal information, and have to go through lengthy identity verification..."

Of course, he made countless fake identities to queue up, but unfortunately all the exaggerated and powerful ones were checked out, and the ordinary ones were not passed...

Riise twitched the corner of his mouth, "I thought 'rich people' like you should be very private."

"Of course we value privacy!" Finch shouted, but couldn't help retorting, "But that's the chief tailor of 'Kingsman'..."

If he hadn't been betrayed later, he might have passed on his real information just to ask for a custom suit...

Reese: "..."

Reese asked with a serious face, "Finch, please answer me honestly. You have spent so much time and effort to combine machines and crazy women to fabricate an identity, and then jump in the queue, sell favors, threaten and lure, and even let us Guard the whole process without realizing a clear investigation here. Are you sure you don't want to take the opportunity to order a suit?"

"How could..." Finch's tone was rarely erratic, with an obvious guilty look.

"what!!!"

Suddenly Finch screamed from the opposite side.Riise immediately became nervous, turned around and wanted to run back, "What's wrong, Harold!!"

Finch's excited and excited voice came from the earphones, although he tried his best to restrain himself, "It's just... the fake identity we made finally passed..." (#^.^#) happy...

Finch felt that this would definitely rank in the top ten of the happiest moments in his life! !

Reese: "..."

At this moment, apart from an unspeakable sourness welling up in Riise's heart, there was also a rare feeling of rushing over and bumping a certain little boss.I really can't understand you rich people!

Finch on the opposite side was still agitated, and didn't notice the speechlessness and jealousy of someone here.

Finch: "Mr. Ed has been a great help this time. We must give Mr. Ed some gifts later. After all, it is thanks to him 'actively' giving up the quota and strongly recommending us."

Reese said dissatisfiedly, "Harold, I've helped you so much. Why didn't you even think about giving me a gift?"

Finch said mercilessly, "Why didn't I know that you were 'helping' me, Mr. Reese. What's more, did I give you less things? One must know how to be satisfied."

Riise: "I don't care, if you give it to him, you have to give it to me."

Reese carefully poked his head out of the pillar to see if Douglas had left.As a result, as soon as he poked his head out, he bumped into the smiling Mr. Douglas.

Reese: "!!!!"

Riise had to admit that his heart skipped a beat. He looked at Douglas with an ugly expression, and quietly reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand...

Douglas looked at Riise with a smile, as if he didn't notice anything.He glanced at his right hand calmly, and the smile on his face deepened.

Douglas: "Hello, are you Mr. John Cullen?"

Reese: "???"

Finch: "Yes, yes! That's the identity I made up for you when I applied. You are my personal butler!"

Riise twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his right hand from his waist, resisted his desire to touch his forehead and said calmly, "Yes, I am John Cullen. May I ask who you are?"

Douglas put the box down, stretched out his right hand and said, "Hi, Mr. Cullen, I'm Dominic Douglas. I'm the tailor who was appointed by your master, Mr. Harold Ran."

Reese: "..."

Reese stretched out his hand expressionlessly and shook Dominique's extremely perfunctory.He couldn't help but glanced at Dominic for a certain word, and he didn't know whether he did it accidentally or on purpose.He always felt that he was alluding to something.

Dominique didn't care about Riise's perfunctory and his professional ethics that obviously didn't fit the status of "personal butler", "Mr. Cullen is really conscientious. 'Come and get me."

Riise: "Where is it? It should be that we feel 'flattered'. After all, we have just received the news, and you already know our information."

Dominique looked at Riise with a smile, "Of course, after all, it's up to me whether we agree to the replacement or not."

Reese: "..."

Riise's expression turned cold in an instant. He observed Dominic carefully for a while, and after making sure that the other party knew what he had revealed invisibly, he smiled again, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Thank you very much, please. .”

Dominique declined with a smile, "I'm really sorry, I'm going to go to the hotel to rest now. How about we make an appointment for a specific time after I sort out the relevant things in a few days?"

Reese's eyes flashed, "Then at least...please allow me to take you to the hotel."

Dominique put away his smile and looked at Lise quietly for a while, then smiled again and nodded, "That's really troublesome."

Riise smiled, "I wonder if you can wait for me at the door, I'll go and drive the car right away."

Dominique nodded, avoiding Riise's hand that wanted to help with the box, and walked out gracefully.

Riise stared at Dominic's back, and after making sure that the other party couldn't hear his voice, he gritted his teeth and said, "Finch, if you still want your little suit, get me a Mercedes quickly." .”

"In fact..."

Riser heard the sound of fast typing on the keyboard coming from the other side of the earphone.

While typing on the keyboard quickly, Finch said casually, "I have arranged for someone to drive a Rolls-Royce there. If you leave now with Mr. Douglas, you should be able to catch up just in time."

Reese: "...An illusion of things? Finch, I always feel that I have fallen out of favor in front of this Mr. Douglas?"

"Hmm," Finch coughed dryly, and said embarrassedly, "What are you talking about, Mr. Reese. It seems that you should improve your language skills. How can this be described as falling out of favor?"

Riise raised his eyebrows, his mouth was teasing, his feet were not slow, and his long legs ran towards the outside quickly, "Oh?"

Finch: "Fall out of favor is usually between two people on the same level. But you are my employee, and Mr. Douglas is my client!"

Reese: "...I thought you were supposed to be his client?"

"Oh!" Finch immediately changed his words with a dry cough, "Sorry, I made a mistake. Mr. Douglas is my tailor!"

Riise: "..." Dead Finch, if you have the ability, wait for me to go back and talk to you face to face!

So when Dominic sat in the Rolls-Royce with a smile, waiting for someone to come over with good intentions, he only got someone's ugly face.

Dominic: "???" So I was waiting for you wrong?

Riise sat in the car for a while before recuperating the boredom in his heart, and reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't know what Mr. Douglas brought."

"This..." Dominic glanced at his huge box, and said casually, "It's just something a tailor needs."

Reese withdrew his gaze and said with a blank expression, "Is that...Mr. Douglas is here this time to serve our old... master?"

Riser ignored someone's embarrassing cough coming from the other side of the headset, and looked at Dominic with a questioning face.

Dominic smiled and said, "Yes, in fact, we usually only cooperate with one client when we go to a place."

"Really..." Reese retracted his gaze.Why on earth did the machine spit out his name?

They had investigated before, and Dominic Douglas had nothing wrong with him, he seemed to be just an ordinary tailor. Of course, when he met such a young and vigilant person, he knew that this was definitely not just an 'ordinary' tailor.But at least there was nothing wrong with his identity, and neither did Ed, the client he had contacted with.

Then why on earth did the machine announce his name the moment this person stepped into N City?

Dominic lived very close to the airport, and he arrived before the two of them had a chat.

Dominique said goodbye to Riise with a smile, and walked into the hotel calmly.

Riise looked down at the phone, and said not too surprised, "Finch, the phone pairing failed."

Finch: "After that it's up to Harold Ran and Mr. John Cullen."

**

Dominic entered the hotel room and directly released Amy to turn on the anti-surveillance system, which opened the dialogue with Merlin.

The dialogue interface was still stuck on the message he received suddenly after he got off the plane.

Merlin: Urgent notice, Ed has canceled his order.Then I found out that there was a new person who perfectly met the requirements in our system, and the most important thing was that he was recommended by Ed.

Dominique then tweeted: "I saw them.

Merlin: I also saw your operation, and you actually agreed?

Dominique: They're fun.

Merlin: You know them.

Dominique: Wasn't sure, but now... yeah, I know them.

Merlin: Are they related to that 'thing'?

Dominique: Very relevant.

Merlin: Who are they?

Dominique ::)

Merlin: Well, be careful not to take it off.

Dominique: Are you talking to me?

Merlin:...

Merlin: Heh

Dominique ::)

Dominique: But I still don't know what they're getting close to me for.

Dominique remembers that they built a machine that would identify people who were about to kill or harm others.But when he thought that he was only here this time to help get that document back, he felt that it had nothing to do with this premeditated murder case that was extremely detectable.

unless···

Dominic narrowed his eyes: You go and investigate that case again.

Merlin: Any questions?

Dominique: I suspect we may be counted.

Merlin: What... dare to plot against us?Wait, I'm going right away.