Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Mattie, I want to tell you a story..."

The Vatican City, the smallest and least populous country in the world, is located on the Vatican Heights in the northwest corner of Rome, Italy, and is the seat of the Holy See.

At this moment, a mother and daughter were outside St. Peter's Cathedral, admiring this sacred building. The mother smiled softly, seeming to be recalling something, and said these words to the little girl.

But the little girl turned her head away in shame and hummed: "You have told me this story dozens of times! Mom! Do you like Dad so much?!"

"Don't you like Dad, Mattie?"

A middle-aged man in casual clothes walked over with a smile on his face, holding a filled ice cream in each hand.

"father!"

The little girl rushed towards the man like a nestling, and the man smiled happily, hugged the girl, and said softly: "Oh, be gentle, look, I almost knocked the ice cream away."

"Just pamper her, James." The child's mother looked at the father and daughter interacting in front of her and smiled happily. "But aren't you really going to find a place to settle down? Mattie still has to go to school."

James said with an indifferent expression: "I can teach her whatever school she needs and whatever knowledge she needs. I just want my daughter to grow up happily, right, my little Mattie~"

"I don't want to go to school!" The little girl Maddie turned her head and made a face at her mother, sticking to her father's body like a piece of brown candy.

"Okay, okay, good daughter, let's eat the ice cream first. If you don't, mom won't be able to eat it." James kissed his daughter's forehead and said with a smile.

Maddie reluctantly let go of her father, took the ice cream from her father, and ate it deliciously.

"Speaking of which, those people in MI6 are really pitiful. They have been deceived by you for so long." Madeleine Bond (who took her husband's last name after marriage) chatted with James while taking the ice cream from James. "Thank you~"

"I didn't lie to them." James shrugged, "Double O Seven (007) is dead, what does it have to do with me as James Bond?"

"Your precious daughter said that she is tired of hearing your legendary stories." Madeline looked at the people coming and going and said with a smile. "You might want to write some more romance stories for her to read before bed, dear."

"No, I think retirement life is pretty good." James stroked Mattie's little head and said softly, "I have dedicated the first half of my life to this world, and I only hope that I can stay with you in the second half of my life. …”

"Some things are not as easy as we think, James."

Madeline's voice seemed to be trembling, and it was at this moment that James noticed something strange about his wife. He raised his head suddenly, put his hand into his suit, and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Retirement has made you less defensive, old friend."

In front, a slightly older man in a suit and leather shoes was strolling towards James.

"M..." James said with a frown. "What are you doing here?"

"Catching up with old friends." The man named M smiled slightly, leaned over and touched Mattie's little head, "Hello, little friend."

"Hello, uncle." Mattie said timidly, and then hid behind James, curiously looking at her father who looked strange, "What's the matter? Dad?"

"This uncle is dad's colleague." James tried his best to smile, "Little Mattie, be good and go shopping with mom first. Dad will be back soon."

"Good~"

Mattie nodded sensibly, then trotted to Madeline's side and took Madeline's hand.

Madeline and James looked at each other and walked away with little Mattie. James, on the other hand, lowered his voice with an ugly face and asked M: "I have retired... What on earth do you want to do? M?!"

"The 00 agent who replaced you died in Birmingham." M took out a cut cigar from his arms, lit it for himself, and then blew out a puff of rich smoke. "Have you heard about the large-scale riots that have broken out in various countries recently?"

"I have a bit of an impression." James nodded and said gloomily, "However, this has nothing to do with me now. I am just an ordinary person now."

"Come on, James. You understand, everyone in MI6 knows that you are still alive. The reason why they have not disturbed you is because they know that you need time to spend with your family." M said unceremoniously, "You are a legend. James, and legends don’t die easily.”

"James, only you are capable of completing this mission."

"I need you, James, not just me, MI6 needs you, the world needs you!"

"Double O Seven (007)!"

"The person you are talking about is dead, M." James said coldly without giving M any face, "If the world needed a retired old man to save it, then there would be no need to save the world long ago."

"..."

M looked at James silently. He had expected this situation since he came to find James. He took a deep breath from his cigar, sighed, and then opened the briefcase he carried with him.

He took out a thick stack of paper information and handed it to James.

"What is this?" James took the information and asked with a frown.

"See for yourself..." M sighed softly and pointed to the document in James' hand, "This is information from the Royal Secret Service of England."

"I didn't want to disturb your retirement life, James..."

James flipped through the documents in his hand, and the more he read, the more frightened he became, and the more he read...the more furious he became.

"In just three months, do you know how many people have disappeared in England?" M said solemnly. When this information was handed over to his desk in MI3864, he was also extremely angry. " people... close to people, James, and nearly half of the missing people are children..."

"Think about it James... you are also a father." M's voice became more and more depressed, "It's not that the world needs retired old men to save it, but these missing people and children need to be saved by the legendary agent James Bond! "

"...This is the last time." James silently turned over the last page. He stuffed the information into M's arms and said coldly: "Next time, I hope MI6 will train qualified agents as soon as possible. , don’t disturb my life anymore... Because of these things, I am about to say goodbye to my two loves, and I even have to lie to my dear daughter!"

"I know..." M lowered his head in shame.

"Let MI6 prepare. I need equipment, vehicles, and technical support." James turned and walked towards his wife and daughter, his steps a little heavy. "Also, MI6 must protect them during my absence!"

"I understand." M looked up and said confidently.

As if thinking of something, James suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "What car are you driving this time?"

"Don't worry, I know your habits..." M said helplessly, "You will like Lamborghini's concept car."

James nodded noncommittally, and then trotted towards the mother and daughter who were leaving.

"Asshole... how many luxury cars have you bought from me..." M said with a wry smile, shaking his head helplessly, and then recorded a series of dense numbers in the memo on his mobile phone, earning thousands with tears. Dabuliu, then, chuckled and said:

"Welcome back, Double O Seven."