Lynn doesn't speak

Although he casually set an unfallible flag for himself, Lin En was only stunned for a few seconds, and soon calmed down again.

The ex-boyfriend is indeed scary, and the ex-boyfriend who was blown up by him is even more terrifying at the level of a nuclear bomb.But he hasn't got the key information yet, even if the Winter Soldier appears here in the next second, he has to kneel down and finish the scene first.

"I see."

Put down the sleeves again to cover the tattoos on the arms that were not washed off in time.Lynn let out a long breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, and nodded to the man: "Tell me your plan, and I will convey it to the Winter Soldier in time."

"it is good."

Convinced of Lynn's identity, the members of Hydra unbuttoned their shirts and pulled down the collar, revealing a series of cyan numbers tattooed under the collarbone and an unusual name.

"Remember that number, put it on a map of Britain, and 'that thing' is kept here."

Look into Lynn's eyes to make sure he's remembered exactly what he said.The man paused, then continued: "But it's impossible to force your way in there. So you need to find this man and find a way to 'open the door' from him."

"But this last name, I remember...?"

His eyes flickered.Lynn interlaced his fingers and pressed them against his chin, frowning slightly.

"In my apartment, there are my investigation materials on him these days. Because that person has been well protected. Although there are not many, it should be enough for you to use."

Nodding his head, he acquiesced in Lynn's unspoken question, and the man pulled up his collar abruptly.At the same time, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the glass wall of the interrogation room, mixed with the conversation between Lestrade and Sherlock. It was obvious that the detective had finished reading the file and was about to come to see for himself that he almost killed himself outside Baker Street. Who is it that he and his roommates have a pot?

Obviously, the conversation between them can only end here.

"I'll arrange for someone to take you out of here."

Before the detective pushed open the door, he said this quickly.Lynn looked at the man and nodded, closed his eyes again and planned to continue to fight Scotland Yard in silence, greeted Sherlock who walked in, and prepared to leave early.

Having obtained key information, what happens next, what Lestrade and Sherlock want to do, has nothing to do with him.

As for the Hydra who was sent to Scotland Yard by himself——

The arc of the corner of the mouth is slightly mocking.Lynn stepped out of the gate, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a series of numbers.

—he'll stay where it suits him best.

"Hello?"

Pressing the call button, soon, the voice he wanted to hear came from the other end of the phone.It was a very young man, with an unconscious indifference in his tone, just like the cool temperature on the surface of a machine, it was a bit irritating, but it could be warmed up quickly.

Just like him.

"it's me."

His eyes softened unconsciously.Lynn leaned against the corner of the street, listening to the sudden shortness of breath on the other end of the phone, and the crisp sound of something accidentally dropped on the ground, smiled slightly: "Are you okay, Q?"

"……not good at all."

Not caring about the modified firearm accidentally knocked off by himself on the ground, the youngest military quartermaster in mi6's history put one hand on the table, trying to maintain a calm voice, but the fingertips turned white from the corner of the table But betrayed his mood at the moment.

Looking up, looking at the pale light on the ceiling of the branch, Q closed his eyes unconsciously: "For two full months, Lynn. If you don't hear from me any more, you will be sentenced to death by m and your files will be deleted."

"Sorry, there was a little accident over there."

Naturally, he could hear the strong emotions in his tone, and Lin En sighed softly, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he didn't want to continue this topic: "Are you free now? I need to ask you for something."

"Of course, you know where to find me."

Nodding his head, indicating that the members who were attracted by the movement from his side went to do their own thing, Q took a deep breath: "Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?"

"That's not necessary." Lynn replied: "But there is someone in Scotland Yard, I need mi6 to negotiate to get him back, and then—"

His eyes became cold in an instant, like a sharp knife shining with cold light.He straightened up and chose the direction to walk, the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a cruel arc.And Q on the other end of the phone couldn't help shaking:

"Send it directly to the intelligence department. Use any method, including abnormal means, to make him tell everything he knows... Those guys in the torture department can make people more obedient than Scotland Yard."

For Hydra, even during the time when he was undercover with amnesia, Lynn never had a good impression.

Whether it happened to the Winter Soldier or himself, it was enough to make him and that place irreconcilable.

If one head is cut off, two will grow back?

It's just crushed right away.

In this world, only hell is where they should be.

# # #

Now that he can come and go from Scotland Yard freely, it is not difficult for Lynn to enter the sealed murderer's apartment.

He found the information that the man said under the floor, and he held it in his hand so blatantly, walking all the way from under the eyes of the police officers to the Q branch hidden in the bridge hole.

"What are you going to do here?"

Looking up from behind the long table, Q has recovered from the initial excitement, glanced at the not-so-thin notebook in his hand, and turned into the slightly indifferent technical nerd quartermaster in the past: "If you want me Give you extra lessons?"

"You must be joking." Lynn curled her lips: "I dare not trouble the precious quartermaster of mi6 with such a trivial matter, otherwise others will crawl into the bedroom in the middle of the night and kill me."

"how is this possible."

His cheeks were slightly flushed, and Q coughed lightly, but his tone was extremely serious: "As long as it's your business, no matter what others say, I will definitely help."

"Ah...thank you so much."

After a while, Lynn suddenly didn't dare to look at those sincere eyes.He had no choice but to respond politely, then randomly grabbed a piece of paper from Q's desk, and wrote down a series of numbers.

"Coordinates?" Having dealt with these things all year round, Q immediately grasped the essence after just a glance.Lynn nodded, put down his pen, and spread the paper in front of the quartermaster: "Can you find this location on the map?"

"no problem."

He directly opened the virtual big screen in the q branch, and q tapped a few times on the computer casually.Soon, a whole map of Britain appeared in front of their eyes, and it was continuously enlarged until it showed a three-dimensional image of a certain place in London marked by a red dot.

"The territory of the Conston family." After looking at it for a while, he found this place very familiar, and the quartermaster frowned unconsciously: "Did you mess with them?"

"Not yet, but not necessarily soon."

Flipping through the notes taken from the Hydra member's apartment, Lynn found the page he wanted, and after reading it for a while, his expression suddenly became a little strange: "How much information about Terrence Constant is there in mi6? "

"The youngest son of the Duke of Conston?" With a few more keystrokes, q retrieved the information from the encrypted database and displayed it on the screen: "Terrence Conston, the only heir of the Duke, has never Managed the family business for the Duke, but mi6 suspects that he secretly participated in the management of several drug trafficking routes from abroad to London. There is no direct evidence. If you don’t mention this, on the whole, he is often in and out of various clubs and noble banquets Playboy, his private life is chaotic, his greatest hobby is...is..."

Looking at the last line of the information, Q opened his mouth, as if he saw something very weird and suddenly got stuck.

"'It's about taking care of men, especially those good-looking and capable little boys.'"

After reading it for him, Lin En lowered his head and compared it with the information in his hand, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching: "It's really a special hobby. Who sorted out this information, and it also lists mi6 most likely to cause special problems. The list of agents that Lance is interested in, do you want to be killed by field service?"

"These are generally for m to see, he needs statistics to make the most suitable task dispatch."

Pushing his glasses, looking at the name at the top of the list, Q didn't know what expression to put on for a moment: "Terrence Conston has always been well protected by the Duke, if you want to get close to him, this is the easiest way But it's really too...poof..."

Silently glanced at Lin En's dark face, the quartermaster finally couldn't help it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be laughing now, q."

Turning his face resentfully, Lynn shook his fingertips pinching the notebook: "Who is the little boy?! Who the hell is the goddamn boy?! Who made this list? I must sink him into the Thames Go to the river!!! His whole family are all good-looking little boys!!!"

"Okay, okay, you're not."

Forcibly retracting the corners of his mouth that stretched to the ears, q now feels that he is a little suffocated, but he still has to give his own field staff a bang: "So, why are you looking for this person's information? M will send you mission?"

"No, I'm just here to check some news."

Cursing his lips, Lynn pulled Q's baby computer aside, modified the information with the authority of the quartermaster, and changed his name to James Bond: "I will never do this kind of task in my life, absolutely. "

Otherwise, without waiting for the ex-boyfriend to settle accounts with him, McCoff would first break his leg with the little black umbrella.

He is still young, and has not yet been promoted and raised to marry the Winter Soldier. This kind of thing should be done professionally. Anyway, Bond has done it before.

Thinking of that colleague who is currently nestled in the bed of a girl who is not known, Lin En smiled confusedly, digging a hole with a very peace of mind.

Q, who was watching silently: ...Suddenly feel sorry for 007, what should I do.

"But speaking of it, I haven't seen Bond for a long time recently."

He closed the computer and rechecked the information with what he had obtained.Lynn sat down on the quartermaster's seat, carefully thinking about what to do next, but suddenly heard Q's somewhat confused voice above his head: "It seems that since he drove away the car I modified for you, he has been It didn't show up either."

"Ah, that guy, probably accepted some kind of difficult task."

Although they are often cut off by 007 without saying a word, they don't like each other very much.But for some reasons, Lynn still has a very high tolerance for this: "It's normal for him to be missing for a few weeks, shouldn't you be the person who has the most experience?"

"I just want to get my car back."

Folding his arms on his chest, he was so angry when he mentioned the equipment return rate of a certain agent, Q snorted coldly: "I hope 007 won't just bring me a steering wheel, then he will wait for the next time to go to the mission empty-handed." Bar."

Then he would try every means to coax and trick me to grab my equipment, or drag me directly to block his gun, even if he was empty-handed, he would look like he owned the entire logistics department.Lynn was silent for a while.Don't ask him why he knows so clearly, this is a well-known routine of mi6 except for the simple q.

Although they knew some things well, Bond never told him the truth, so he pretended not to know anything and maintained his superficial calm until now.

And even if this surface is now shaky, it shouldn't be up to him to break the balance, Lynn has always been clear.

Beside him, the quartermaster was still complaining, but he didn't notice the indescribable expression on his companion's face.He held up the notebook to cover his face, covering the flashing complexities in his eyes.He wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

Compared with the Shura field that may exist in the future, Hydra is more important now, um, more important.

Leaning back in the chair, Lynn covered the information on his face, closed his eyes and thought about the next plan.Seeing that he was not interested in discussing 007 as usual, the quartermaster shrugged his shoulders without forcing him, dragged a chair to sit next to him, and continued to do his own thing.

The q branch fell silent for a while.There is only shallow breathing floating in the air, accompanied by the occasional crisp sound of metal, but it doesn't seem dull, as if trapped in a strange atmosphere.All the branch members couldn't help but glance at their parents several times, but without exception, they were all stared back by the quartermaster, telling them not to disturb.

Until a certain moment, the computer's notification sound suddenly sounded.Remind q of a video communication request from m.

"Is something wrong?"

Looking at Lin En who covered his face, he suddenly paused, as if waking up from a dream.Although the quartermasters were a little annoyed, they couldn't say anything to their immediate superiors.

"I interrupted your dating? You don't seem very satisfied with me."

Before he could speak, he felt as if he had been pissed off by the quartermaster. M made complaints in a daze, but soon stopped paying attention to it.After all, this matter is too urgent, even if q is leaving with someone now.bed.single, he must also pick up this one:

"Can you find a way to contact Lynn, the little bastard who turned off my computer and missed work as soon as I came back?!"

"..." Hey, I'm listening.

As soon as he opened the notebook on his face, Lynn let out a sigh, indicating that the chief of mi6 is here.

"Hurry up and get back to work for me, I have an urgent task for you."

Probably what happened this time was really serious. M, who had to worry about these spies every day, didn't roll his eyes at Lynn, but directly threw a bombshell: "007 is missing."

Before he finished speaking, before Q and Lynn could react, he picked up a very familiar photo from the table:

"Go find this man, Terrence Conston, Bond was investigating him and the transactions behind him before... What are the expressions on the two of you?!"

A pissed-off q: ... are you sure he really doesn't want to be an agent and asks for a babysitter?

Lynn, who found himself on the flag again: ... I'm going back to Hydra, goodbye, don't miss me.