[007]Miss M

The so-called plan can't keep up with the change is that when Scarlett woke up the next day, she was told that Alan Salvatore's itinerary had changed.

Putting on an exquisite makeup, Scarlett also deliberately paid attention to her dress. The biggest advantage of a woman is her beauty, especially when she first met, beauty is one of the necessary conditions to attract a man's attention.

After preparing everything, Scarlett just went out when she saw Tanner waiting at the door: "Why are you here?"

"M asked me to pick you up. We already have colleagues following him all the way, just waiting for a suitable time for you to approach him."

Nodding her head to show her understanding, Scarlett got into the car behind Tanner.

"Alan Salvatore has just gone to Hatfield."

Hatfield?

For Scarlett, Hatfield is not a strange place, she spent several years there.

"M said that you are very familiar with it."

"Did someone drag him? Drag him to Ha Village."

Tanner immediately made a call, and after explaining a few words, he told Scarlett: "He's in a coffee shop, and we'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Call me when you arrive."

Scarlett closed her eyes and rested her mind. She needs to have enough energy to deal with this emotional liar. Last night, she almost stayed up all night. Bond, M, Vesper, and the task object Alan Sal Watto kept spinning in her mind, she never showed any sad emotions in front of M, even if she did, it was only for a moment, but in fact...

She really experienced once what is called heartache.

She was in so much pain that she just wanted to hide herself, but the fact was that she still had tasks to complete the next day.

Since losing Bond is inevitable, no, she may never have him, but... she still has M, and she can't lose M again.

"There's another street," Tanner reminded Scarlett.

He took out the mirror from his handbag, looked at his makeup, and checked the gun strapped to his thigh. Scarlett stepped out of the car in ten-centimeter high heels, and walked in the direction of Alan Salvatore. .

Beautiful women, no matter when and where, always attract the attention of men.

When she was a few steps away from Alan Salvatore, Scarlett staggered and almost fell down.Alan Salvatore was following the gazes of the crowd and looking back, when he saw a red-haired woman fall towards him, almost reflexively, he stretched out his hand to support her.

"Thank you."

Scarlet put her hands on Alan Salvatore's shoulders, and her breath hit his face nonchalantly: "Fortunately, you supported me, otherwise I would be in a big embarrassment, it seems , it is not easy to walk like flying in such high heels."

Alan Salvatore turned his head and saw the slender high heels on the shoes on Scarlett's feet, which were close to ten centimeters: "Beauties don't need these to be beautiful, a natural beauty like you, even if you just smile, the same It's pleasing to the eye."

"Thank you...I'm Scarlett, mind if I buy you something to drink? It's...thank you."

Alan Salvatore was obviously very surprised by Scarlett's invitation, but he would naturally not refuse the beauty's invitation: "Of course. I'm Alan Salvatore."

Hooked.

Scarlett's smile remained unchanged: "Are you French? Or have you lived in France or Italy? Your accent doesn't sound like London or Scotland."

"You know accents well?"

"Not really, it's just a professional habit. I have to pay attention to some details so that I can find some clues that others can't."

"Professional habits?" As Scarlett expected, Allen was obviously interested in this word.

"I work for the government and have been to many places... I can't say the specifics, but I think, if I describe it this way, you should understand?"

"Agent?"

"I didn't say anything. Let's not talk about it. You haven't answered my question yet!"

Allen took a sip of coffee thoughtfully: "I'm a French-Algerian mixed race. I lived in France for a while. Have you ever been to France?"

"I need it for work." Scarlett showed a longing expression, "I always hope that one day a man can hold my hand and walk on the streets of Paris and pass the Passerelle Solferino on the Seine."

Scarlett was talking about the heart lock bridge near Notre Dame de Paris. According to legend, lovers who love each other, as long as they form a concentric lock engraved with the names of both parties in a place full of aura, they can be heart-to-heart and love each other until they grow old. .This is a beautiful fable, a devout prayer, and more importantly, an eternal promise.

Those who love each other lock the concentric lock on the lock bridge, hoping to lock their love for a lifetime.The concentric lock engraves their names on the lock, and "locks" the two hearts tightly on the lock bridge, hoping that their love will last forever, and use this concentric lock to witness their most loyal and sincere love.

The Heart Lock Bridge used to be a place where Scarlett had been looking forward to walking for a long time.

Unfortunately……

Thinking of Bond, she sighed involuntarily.

"What's the matter? If you want to go, I can take you there, but there will be a little regret, I'm not your beloved man."

"But you can become that man." Scarlett's green eyes were like lake water, and Allen just wanted to be intoxicated when he looked into it. "I sigh... because I just fell out of love."

"Which man is so unlucky that he actually broke up with you? I don't know who the next lucky man will be."

"Maybe it's you?" Scarlett lowered her head slightly, letting her long loose hair cover her eyes, preventing Allen from seeing her true emotions, "It's strange to say, you have a very unique charm, There are some things that I shouldn't tell you, but you can't help but make me... make me feel that you are trustworthy. "

"In fact, I am." Allen tore a piece of paper, wrote a series of numbers on it, and handed it to Scarlett, "If you still want to believe me, you can talk to me anytime, that's my honor .”

Raising the corners of her mouth, Scarlett was sure that the fish had already started to bite.The next thing she has to do is to continue fishing for him, wait for the right time, and start slowly pulling the line.

……

Scarlett didn't come home until she got Allen on the plane.

When she got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. To her surprise, M was actually at her house. Obviously, she was waiting for her.

"What's the matter?" Scarlett took off her high heels, "Your expression looks serious."

M gave Scarlett a folder: "Vespa is dead."

"what?"

"You're going to Italy with me tomorrow, Bond caught a man."

"Who?"

"Mr White."

The author has something to say: The plot of Casino Royale is over here, and the quantum crisis will start tomorrow~