[Comprehensive British and American] How agents solve the single problem

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After five days.

The plane back to London arrived at night, and Phoebe didn't want to disturb Merlin's rest—you don't need to think about it, but you know what kind of work status Merlin has been in these days, and she dared to say that he would never return The family changed their clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep seriously.

So she didn't even tell Merlin about buying the plane ticket. According to the plan, Phoebe should leave tomorrow.

Rachev agrees to Merlin's request, and the down-and-out banker strikes a deal with the Royal Secret Service.As a quartermaster, Merlin also left the headquarters for the first time after Silva escaped from the ambush, returning to the apartment to recuperate.

Phoebe hailed a car at the airport, and when she arrived at the door, the bedroom lights were already dark.

He must have fallen asleep.

Phoebe tiptoed out the keys, inheriting the cat's nature, she is best at hiding her tracks.The girl threw her shoes on the porch, took a shower in the bathroom, changed into her pajamas, and opened the door of the master bedroom.

Merlin had indeed fallen asleep.

She climbed into bed carefully, but the moment Phoebe lay down, Merlin woke up.

The man opened his eyes in the darkness.Excellent night vision allows Phoebe to find his sight even in low light conditions.

Originally, he wanted to give him a surprise, but Merlin didn't seem to be surprised by Phoebe's early return.

He wiped his face, which showed the tiredness of waking up from sleep, but more of the calm and gentleness Phoebe was familiar with.Merlin opened his arms and let Phoebe fall into his arms.

"Good evening, Merlin." She said, leaning on his shoulder.

"Good evening," the man buried his broad palm into her hair, Merlin lowered his head slightly, and sniffed deeply in her hair, "Girl, how is the journey going?"

"very good."

Phoebe whispered.

"I came back after I helped Mr. Rachev deal with the local enemies. He is safe for the time being, and I will wait for you to arrange the plan."

Merlin didn't respond, just moved the hand resting on the back of Phoebe's neck slightly.

"You're not happy," his voice lingered in Phoebe's ear, "what else happened?"

"No... nothing."

Phoebe grabbed Merlin's pajama skirt subconsciously.She didn't notice this detail herself, but Merlin knew that whenever Phoebe wanted to say something, she always did.

"As long as it's not related to the mission," Merlin said, "it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"No, no!"

Of course she didn't want to hide anything from Merlin, but Phoebe didn't know how to say it.The girl was silent for a rare moment, then she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Merlin's neck as usual.

Phoebe likes to do this very much, she likes Merlin's temperature, likes the pulse beating under Merlin's skin, and likes to press against his chest without any scruples and no distance.His side was the safest place in the world for Phoebe.

"Mr. Rachev pointed a gun at me and told me that kindness to the enemy will pay in blood."

In exchange for Phoebe's words, Merlin's body tightened suddenly. He didn't say anything, but the man's physical reaction had already exposed everything.

However, the urgency was only fleeting.Phoebe is doing well now, and she is unharmed, which proves that Rachev's words are at most threatening.

"Why did he say that?"

"Because I feel sorry for him."

"..."

"I admit I do think so, but I have reasons, Merlin."

The girl raised her head uneasily, and she looked into his eyes.Her brown eyes looked black and calm in the night.

"You haven't seen Mr. Rachev now, he lives in a room with no light, his left leg is injured - you have to send medical personnel to set his bones, Merlin, and commit a crime in order to avoid pursuers Asthma. Ten-year-olds can easily catch him lying in the bathroom, which is so different from the image in Morocco."

Phoebe took a deep breath.

"I, I think, even if he did a lot of bad things, he shouldn't be tortured like this. Bad people should be punished by law, but not like this."

Merlin closed his eyes.

Just when Phoebe thought he would not speak again, and might even fall asleep from exhaustion, the man's deep and clear voice suddenly sounded in the dark room: "32 people died, 57 people were injured."

"what?"

"Casualty figures from the Paris airport terror attack, when the plane with the bomb was about to take off and we stopped it and failed to prevent the explosion."

"..."

"Five hundred and seventy-two people. The number of armed terrorists in a certain tribe in Central Africa, 72 of whom were not even 12 years old. Our men caught one of the kids with a bomb on his back, his entire back and The bombs were stuck together and our agents took them apart, but the child died."

"........."

"Because the bomb on his back was just a cover-up, the real bomb was sewn between his intestines."

Phoebe couldn't take it anymore.

"These," her voice trembled slightly, "were all the people from Rachev doing it?"

"Believe me, girl," Merlin's voice could almost be called dark, "if he did it, no matter how valuable he is, I will not keep him alive. But he helps these terrorist organizations operate funds, and the crime is no worse than directly Hands-on, but enough for him to go back and forth three times between hell."

As he spoke, Merlin put his other hand on Phoebe's back.

Not only her voice, but her body was also trembling.

The man rubbed her back repeatedly, and through a thin petticoat, he moved along her spine one by one from the back to the waist: "He is very good to you, I am very grateful to him - not only for helping you Dealing with wounds is even more like a reminder. Phoebe, I hope you can remember what he said, not just for yourself."

"I……"

"Take it easy, girl."

Merlin let go of Phoebe.

"Help me get the tablet from the study, will you?"

That's something to say.

Phoebe immediately understood what Merlin meant, and she nodded with a complicated expression.Then he broke free from the man's arm, turned over and ran to the study.

When she found the tablet and came back, Merlin had already got up.He leaned against the head of the bed and waved to Phoebe, and the girl jumped onto the bed neatly again and sat between his legs.

With Phoebe's back against Merlin's chest, he hugged her from behind and placed the tablet in front of the two of them.

That's an entry form.

"Is this...?" Phoebe tilted her head.

"Application for military academy," Merlin said, "not everyone can get this opportunity. But I think, since you decide to be an agent, you have to learn how to fight systematically instead of relying on instinct."

Phoebe's eyes lit up: "Can I really go?"

Merlin: "It's not for nothing that I put this after you mentioned Rachev, Phoebe."

The girl wilted immediately.

Obviously, this is what Merlin wanted.

"Fully closed training means that you cannot be taken care of by me like you are now. At the same time, I will change your identity, ordinary family, ordinary background, and you do not have the aura of Cambridge or Oxford, so it is impossible to obtain Respect from others. Phoebe, if you choose this path, you will have to do everything yourself. Even if you complete the training, you will not be able to enter the Royal Service immediately. You will have to go through the selection process, and then accept a long-term assignment for a period of time , maybe Russia, maybe South America."

Merlin said seriously.

"Rachev is right. A moment of kindness is likely to lead to a big mistake. At that time, I can't protect you, I can't help you, you have to rely on yourself. Can you accept it, girl?"

Phoebe looked up.

Her gray eyes almost glowed against the flat light.

"Merlin trusts me," she said, "believes in my ability, that's why I made such a proposal."

"Yes, you proved yourself, Phoebe."

"But Merlin doesn't want me to choose that."

"..."

Merlin sighed.

"I really don't want you to choose this way," Merlin responded. "I hope you can live without worries forever. But I respect you, Phoebe. Since you chose this path, I hope you don't give up easily."

"Then I will!"

Phoebe rolled over and sat up straight.

She turned around and met Merlin's gaze directly in the darkness.The girl stretched out her hands towards him, and her soft fingertips landed on both sides of his cheeks.

"Merlin doesn't know," she said softly, "how important your approval is to me."

"You do not need--"

"No, I need to."

The girl cut him off firmly.

"If I hadn't really been able to do it, Merlin would not have given in. After all, your requirements are so high," Phoebe said with a smile, "but now, you have finally let go. This means that I can really do it, so what I have Everything that was done was not in vain.”

"Phoebe."

"When I was a cat, wandering the streets was not safe. At that time, there were more things that could threaten my life than now. I survived and met Merlin."

Phoebe pulled the distance between them, her forehead resting on Merlin's.

"Merlin gave me a home, and you protected me and took care of me. So after I became a human, I always wanted to do something for Merlin, to make you think I was useful, to help you, to satisfy you. But you said that as long as I If you can find your own path in life, you will be satisfied—now that I have found it, and you agree with me, isn’t that great?”

After finishing speaking, Phoebe lowered her head slightly, and she lightly pecked Merlin's lips.

"Is that okay," Phoebe asked in a low voice, "Does Merlin think I'm okay?"

Her answer was Merlin's kiss.

The man's kiss was undeniable but extremely lingering. Between kisses, he pulled her into his arms, feeling her heartbeat and breathing.

"It's an honor," he said, "it's an honor to have you, Phoebe."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the eternal little aunt, Mr. A for throwing a mine, I love you all!