[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

The silver plates and golden spoons at the royal banquet, as well as the delicate and complicated dishes, were second to none for Janna, but the pressure was quite high.

An instruction to remind her to leave came from the headset, Janna wiped her mouth with a tablecloth, and told herself to go to the bathroom.

Naturally, the attention of the royal family and those powerful people would not be on such a small role as her. When passing by the bathroom, Janna did not go in but walked straight through, leaving the living room and returning to the banquet hall.

"Where is Colonel Siviri now?" Janna asked the other end of the headset.

"Exit the door on your left, turn right, and go in the first door on the right at the end of the corridor."

Janna followed the route, and finally stopped at the door with a complicated expression. Even the metal carved handle of this door could not conceal the fact that this was a men's restroom.

"How long has he been in?" Janna asked.

"It's been nearly 8 minutes. Besides Colonel Xiweli, another man went in after that. His identity is unknown and he hasn't come out yet."

"...What if someone has a bad stomach?" Janna remained deadlocked at the door.

Whether it is knocking on the door or pushing the door directly, it seems inappropriate.

"Miss Heather!" urged the other end.

"I'll go in, don't worry." Janna was just giving herself a dozen seconds to prepare mentally.

She held the carved handle and turned it over heavily. As soon as the door opened a little, she rushed in with a whole body of rage.

At the same time, he muttered: "I shouldn't be drinking so many martinis."

And the scene in the men's restroom made her stop: Colonel Siviri was pinned against the sink with a sharp knife by a man in waiter uniform, and one of his hands was pinned to the man's On the neck, the two were holding each other, and the hand towels that should have been stacked fell all over the floor, and there was a large puddle of water on the ground.Janna seems to have missed a fight.

Both of them looked at her together.

Janna spread her hands to her sides and stepped back slowly, "Oh... I seem to have drunk too much and went to the wrong door."

"careful!"

After Colonel Siweli's words fell, the knife that was originally in the hands of the Nordic male agent shot straight at Janna.

Janna dodged nimbly to the side, and if she had been slower, the knife would have pierced her heart.

Seeing that Janna was safe and sound, the agent first hit Colonel Siweli to the ground with a backhand, and swept towards Janna again.

He trained in an orderly manner, his shots were fast and accurate, and his masculine strength made Janna a little overwhelmed.

Janna crouched again to avoid the punch, slid to one side along the slippery tiles, and picked up a hand towel from the floor.

The agent saw only a fleeting smile on the woman's face, followed by a hand towel on her face.Before his hand touched the towel, three parts of his body were suddenly hit to varying degrees. When he reacted, he was already knocked down by a technical clamping action.And the hand towel fell next to his head.

The woman lowered her body and whispered in his ear: "Look into my eyes."

He subconsciously glanced at the pair of amber eyes, and for a moment, he felt that his thinking seemed to have stagnated.

Then there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he passed out.

After Janna got up, she went to check on Colonel Siweli, who was holding the wound on his neck on the other side.

"Colonel, are you all right?"

Colonel Xiweli was still immersed in the fight between the two just now, he was stunned for a few seconds before saying: "It's okay, no artery was injured."

Judging from the skills of the woman next to McCoff, it is obvious that she has been trained, and it is 6% certain that she is an agent of MI[-].

Is this the so-called boss-employee office romance?

Janna was about to help Colonel Siviri up.The window shattered, a figure leaped out of the window, and Janna was forced to hit the wall by the force of the blow.

When she saw who it was, the word "Natasha" almost jumped out of her mouth.

"you……"

Before she could utter a word, she was forced to defend herself against the oncoming attack.

Natasha's moves were very neat. She tried to hit Janna with one elbow and hit her head with the other hand, but Janna blocked her.

But Janna is still slightly inferior to Natasha in terms of skills, and she has always been at a disadvantage.

Colonel Siweli tried to help, but was knocked back by Natasha, and fell to the ground again.

In fact, the last thing he wanted to admit was that one of the reasons McCoff transferred him was because of his unsatisfactory fighting skills.

"Colonel, I hope you don't meddle in some intelligence issues between me and the Nordic agents." Natasha warned him.

"Nordic agent?" Colonel Siweli suddenly understood, "Ma'am, I think you misunderstood something."

Natasha launched a new attack on Janna.

"Say, who is behind you!"

"Natasha."

After Janna called out the name, Natasha's red lips were slightly opened for a few seconds, and Janna took advantage of this opportunity to grab her arm. After their foreheads collided, she pressed Natasha against the wall.

"Listen to me, I'm not the person you're looking for." Janna finally had a chance to speak, she glanced at the floor beside her, "That Nordic spy is him. I count one, two, three, can we let go together?"

Janna, who finally ended the battle, moistened her forehead with a towel beside her.

And Natasha was searching for the Nordic agent, "Damn it, why did you knock him out?"

Janna said helplessly, "If I didn't knock him out, I would be the one lying there now."

"Then at least I can get the information I want." Natasha turned her head, "How do you know me?"

Few people know her name except those from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.

Just as Janna was about to speak, the door of the toilet opened again, and Natasha almost flew over the two of them and jumped out of the window.

So a certain lord, after opening the door of the men's room, saw a waiter lying on the ground, a general whose neck was bleeding, and a woman in a red skirt.

Jazz: "..." Where am I? Is this a toilet?

How to get back to the Queen's dinner became Janna's problem.

Her forehead was glowing red at the moment, and the red dress had many wrinkles from the fight.

When returning to the banquet hall, she met McCoff who came out to find him.

He scanned her from top to bottom, and said in a firm tone: "It seems that the trouble has been solved."

Janna smiled: "I was almost knocked out in the men's room. If I was found out, let alone the Queen's dinner, I might not even be able to step through the main entrance of Buckingham Palace."

"I'm sorry, it was unexpected that Russian spies would show up." Apparently, McCoff also knew that Natasha had appeared.

Janna glanced at the door leading to the living room not far away, "You say I look like this, can I still meet the most honorable person in this country?"

McCoff thought for a while, "Probably not."

So the Queen and the Prime Minister in the drawing room were told by the waiter that the lady who came with McCoff accidentally slipped in the toilet and sprained her knee.

The prime minister regretted not asking about the woman's relationship with McCaughey, while the queen apologized for slipping on the floor of her toilet.

The floor of Buckingham Palace has been cleaned from once an hour to half an hour, especially to ensure that the tiles are dry.

At this time, Janna was sitting in Mycroft's special car, "Boss, why did you even leave the Queen's dinner?"

Her forehead was a little swollen at the moment, and it hurt when she touched it lightly.

"I might have left earlier if I had a better excuse," Mycroft replied. "I hate parties and dinners."

Especially dinners with a lot of etiquette, Janna added in her heart.

Seeing Janna's look of getting rid of it, he smiled at the right time and added: "But the queen is sorry for your accident in the toilet, and invites you to dine with her next time."

The tired Janna murmured softly, "What is she sorry...she didn't clean the toilet herself."

"Be polite, she's the queen." Mycroft always felt that Heather's unpredictable character was a bit similar to his brother.He is obviously his subordinate, but he is always unwilling to suffer a loss when talking about it.

"Yes, she's the queen, so I'll be more polite..." Janna nodded in agreement and said, "Your Highness doesn't need to apologize, and she didn't clean the toilet herself."

Mycroft: "..."

The vehicle drove into Baker Street.

Janna asked Mycroft if he wanted to sit down at the nearest restaurant, and she was sorry he wasn't full because of her.

Mycroft's first reaction was to use the excuse of "diet" to refuse, but after thinking about it, he agreed.

Not long after the two main dishes were served, another familiar person came in.

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes froze at the door at the same time after entering the restaurant.

Then Janna clearly heard Watson say: "Sherlock, tell me I must have misidentified the person, there is no way your brother dined with women in the restaurant on Baker Street."

Why would the charming Miss Heather dine with Mycroft?He doesn't believe it!

Sherlock's "no" made Watson continue to be astonished, "Not only is Mycroft dining with his subordinates, they also attended a certain high-ranking dinner party before, but apparently they left early for some reason... Could it be Because he can't dance?"

Mycroft, who was opposite Janna, put down the glass in his hand with a "snap", and called out his brother's name emphatically: "Sherlock!"

"Your brother is calling us." Watson glanced at Sherlock.

Suddenly, the table for two became a table for four.

Three men and one woman, very embarrassing.

Mycroft: "..." That's not what he meant.

"The royal dinner has turned into a happy family dinner for the brothers, which seems pretty good." Seeing the two brothers sitting side by side with expressionless faces, Janna wanted to laugh for no reason, and she added in a malicious way, "I really do You are happy."

"I just don't know if my brother's diet plan will make him happy. This is his second meal tonight." Sherlock continued with his hands crossed on his chin.

"You don't have to worry about it." Mycroft replied through gritted teeth.

"By the way, what is the high-class dinner that Sherlock said?" Watson asked Janna in a low voice.

Janna thought for a while and told him: "Trust me, it's better not to know, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you know who is at the dinner table."

Watson with a confused face: "???"

The slowest dinner in life is finally over, whether it is for Janna, who never forgets the royal dinner, or for Mycroft, who has just experienced a "happy" brother meal.

After dinner, it began to rain heavily outside.Mycroft couldn't stand Janna's expression of "If you don't send me, you're abusing your subordinates", it was the first time he shared his black umbrella with someone.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and the two of them walked on the streets of Baker Street without saying a word.

Janna broke the calm: "Suddenly I feel that being a CIA agent is not so bad sometimes. I don't know why I had such serious resistance at the beginning."

However, McCoff feels that no matter whether the intelligence location is a dangerous military country or not, as long as he is caught, the possibility of death is very high.

No matter which country, it will not be soft on the leakage of secrets.

"Maybe it's because I just found out that my boss is not as bad as I thought?" Mycroft heard Janna's words in his ear again.

"Then you may be disappointed," Mycroft replied.

"At least thank you for sending me back."

The florist arrived, and Janna opened the door with the key.Once again, Laura ushered in a dazed look.

She looked at Janna at the door, then at her boss, and finally suppressed the shock in her heart, turned and left expressionlessly.

After the door closed, Mycroft was left alone with an umbrella at the door.He stood at the door for a few more seconds before silently putting away his umbrella and returning to the car parked behind him.