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Chapter 22

Not long after, a man in a chef's uniform came pushing the cart himself.

This is a middle-aged man in an unreasonably clean uniform. He doesn't look like a chef. His hair is very neat and stylish with pomade. He wears black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The scarf is chic and has no wrinkles at all.

As elegant as a gentleman.

This was Dolores' first feeling.

"Hello, I'm chef Harry. I heard that the two ordered cod and special drinks. I'll serve you next."

He spoke with a fine Cockney accent, like an aristocrat.

Peter quickly exchanged glances with Dolores, and he sat up straight: "Okay, thank you."

Harry is the connector?

Peter still needs to confirm.

Harry smiled, and lifted the lid of the dinner plate, which contained well-fried cod meat. He slowly picked up the wine bottle in the ice bucket, opened the lid, and then picked up the lighter to directly ignite the bottle of wine stand up.

Red flames sprang out from the mouth of the bottle, Harry put the napkin on it, and slowly dumped the bottle, a ray of flame poured into the dinner plate with the sound of the wine.

The whole plate was burning, and the cod meat inside was cut twice by him with the table knife, and the side cut was quickly browned.

The flames died down quickly, and a spoonful of the sauce was sprinkled on the fish.

Peter suddenly noticed a line of silver-plated characters gradually appearing on the edge of the plate: Kingsman is at your service wholeheartedly.

As the flame disappeared and the temperature dropped, the line of writing gradually disappeared.

He immediately raised his eyes and met Harry's gaze. Peter smiled and said, "Hello, sir."

Harry put the dishes on the table and said politely, "Mr. Holland, hello, I'm Agent Kingsman, codenamed Galahad."

"Nice to meet you."

Dolores smiled, and Harry nodded to her: "Hello, Miss Bush, I have known you for a long time."

His deep eyes fell on the face of this young girl, she was the central figure, and he had already engraved her information in his heart.

She is indeed very young, but she is such an ordinary little American girl, but she has a strange life experience.

Dolores reached out and pulled a lock of hair behind her ear, and she looked at Harry: "Sir, do you have anything to remind us?"

Harry raised the corner of his mouth: "Of course. Kingsman has an agent who has been ambush for a long time in Leonard Town. Recently, he lost contact with us. The last contact was ten days ago. He said that a man and a woman came to the town Living next door to him seems suspicious."

Peter's face froze, what does this represent?

Harry's tone was very calm: "I hope you will be more careful when you go to the town, it seems to have been targeted there, by... other people."

The last few words seemed to circle around twice on the tip of his tongue, very meaningful.

Dolores bit her lip immediately, and Fiona's name reflexively appeared in her mind.

"Okay, we'll keep an eye out."

"I will also join the mission, after you, so I want to make a request, if you meet the agent, please help figure out what happened to him."

Dolores was a little hesitant. An agent unilaterally disconnected during the mission?This didn't sound very good. When Harry said it, she thought the agent had died, but now it sounded like they just lost contact.

Harry saw her doubts, and said, "I'm sure he's still alive, and even free, but I don't know why he suddenly unilaterally suspended the mission."

Peter nodded: "Okay, I'll try to figure out what happened."

Dolores also nodded and said, "It sounds like he's been hypnotized?? We'll find him. If it's a brain problem, I can help."

Harry smiled again: "Thank you very much."

He took out a very delicate handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to Dolores: "Here are all the materials and mission records he has passed on to us for so long, and there is also an address, tomorrow at twelve noon See you there all the time, and we'll get you gear."

Dolores reached out and took the handkerchief, which had a faint woody male fragrance.

There is a hard object covered in the handkerchief, it should be a USB flash drive or something.

She squeezed the handkerchief and stuffed it into her purse.

"What's the name of your agent, please?"

Peter asked.

The corners of Harry's mouth slightly curled up: "Eggsy, a young man."

He looked at the two guests at this table: "Then, see you tomorrow."

The joint was short and fast. After Harry left the stage, the two enjoyed the emotional dinner and did not forget to take photos and upload them to Instagram to show that their joint was successful.

They didn't talk about any tasks. After eating, Peter returned to the hotel room, and Peter took out his laptop and took out the USB disk data Harry gave him to study.

Nothing special, Eggsy quietly blends in perfectly as a contemporary writer, and the locals have gotten used to his presence.

Is it really that deep?

It is unbelievable for Peter to say that there is nothing abnormal in this town, but he can only write down some useful information with Dolores.

There was only one bed in the room, and when Peter came out of the shower, he found that Dolores had fallen asleep.

He was taken aback, looking at the back of Dolores lying quietly on the other side of the big bed in her nightgown, Peter couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Oh shit, this whole day's intense secret service career actually made him ignore this point....

However, this is the mission, and they are also a real couple.

Peter tried his best to ignore the gradually rising temperature on his face, took a deep breath quietly, crept onto the bed, and lay down on the vacant side.

Turning off the light, Peter was a little restless. He saw the girl he liked close at hand, her curly hair fell loosely on the snow-white pillow, and her skin was like a piece of silk under the dim light of the bedside lamp. Smooth, just beside him, he can even feel her temperature.

I am sorry.

Peter looked at her profile, with some flustered shyness and an unspeakable little adolescent impulse in his heart...

Dolores slept peacefully, her even breathing undulating in the night, her closed eyelashes curled slightly, trembling weakly with her breathing.

Listening to her breathing, Peter's heart gradually became quiet, and gradually, he became sleepy.

He quietly leaned over a little bit, hesitated for a while, and finally slowly dropped a kiss lighter than a feather on the cheek of the sleeping girl.

Good night, Dolly.

Peter said to her silently in his heart, and then he closed his eyes peacefully and fell asleep.