As the "founding father" of the British Empire's intelligence agencies, MI6 has never been a mystery since 1909 - of course, the main reason may be that villains around the world can call a certain celebrity agent by name. However, as a secret logistics branch that provides agents with all kinds of strange equipment, due to the personal preference of the chief, it is always quite low-key and secretive.

Provided that they are not indulged in the work at hand.

"Walter PPK, front fixed crosshair, automatic safety device, close shape of grip and magazine magazine, aluminum body ......"

Picking up the firearm he was modifying from the workbench, MI6's youngest quartermaster did not shy away from introducing the brown-haired boy in front of him, and the fanatical obsession in his eyes flashed:

"On top of that, it's equipped with a state-of-the-art palmprint recognition system that can't be used by anyone but the owner...... In this way, it will be possible to create more chances for field personnel to survive before they die under their own weapons. ”

"So, it's a security mechanism?" Leaning back into the soft armchair, he fiddled with a dark pen rather casually. West lazily raised his head, and a smile flashed in his eyes as blue as jewels:

"Always tell me this, you've actually broken all the secret rules of the agent, right?"

"That thing doesn't work for you."

Pushing the glasses, although what West said was indeed the truth, Q obviously didn't care about it, after all, if the boy wanted to know any secrets, no one in MI6 could stop him. Instead of wasting all your efforts to do useless precautions, it is better to communicate directly with him so frankly...... Mutants don't usually need these little technologies anyway, and Q prefers to treat West as a pure communication partner than a partner who uses each other.

Thinking of this, the black-haired quartermaster put down the PPK in his hand that was about to be modified. He didn't express any dissatisfaction with the teenager who had taken his place, but dragged his precious computer on the table and sat down across from him.

At that time, it had been a few days since West had fully recovered. As with the wounds on his body, it didn't take much effort to replenish the lost energy, and on the third day after Magneto's hurried departure, he was already able to do some restorative training, and gradually became acquainted with Quartermaster Q, who was in charge of all his needs in MI6 - in other words, 'full supervision'.

At the same time, he also began to learn some of the reasons why MI6 wanted to do something to Conston Manor.

In fact, as the leader of the black forces in the British Empire, Constance Manor has a lot of criminal records in MI6. In particular, in recent years, Mrs. Aurora has vigorously developed the smuggling business, and her close relationship with foreign subversive forces has become a serious problem that she has to pay attention to. Especially after colluding with Elizhe, it can be regarded as a blatant anti-human ...... Not to mention how much the Conston family posed a threat to the British Empire's political and economic situation, just talking about the transformed and android warriors smuggled in for Dr. Yi were enough for them to trample on the lives of ordinary people in London with impunity.

At the same time, considering that most of Dr. Yi's funding sources are from the Conston family, it seems that Hydra has recently planned to develop its influence in the UK based on this. After considering all factors, the X-Men and the Avengers also agreed to assist MI6 in this vote, with West's full agency, uniting Magneto to give Dr. Yi and Hydra a devastating blow to their forces in the UK.

As for West himself, it's even more convincing...... As long as it can hurt Yi Laizhe's vitality, he is very willing to do anything he wants. What is it to be under MI6 command, to be watched, to be used by each other, and so on?

――It's scary to think about it.

A few finger taps on the keyboard to understate a hack attack on the MI6 core number jù library. Q pushed his glasses, recalling the murderous intent and anger buried deep in his eyebrows when the brown-haired boy agreed to cooperate without hesitation not long ago. Although I don't know much about his grudge against the goal of this mission, I can feel enough of that deep-seated obsession.

This feeling is like losing a lion on the verge of despair, and once provoked, it is an endless end.

Thinking faintly, the youngest quartermaster of MI6 raised his head, his eyes were a little sympathetic and a little complicated.

Because there was nothing left to lose, no matter what the future was, the boy was already numb to it - he would probably only be able to do this one thing in his life, and he would never let go of what stood in his way.

Crazy and sad.

Looking at those thrillingly deep blue eyes, Q felt as if he was a little bewitched by pity

“Buddy。”

Suddenly, a clear, slightly hoarse voice crashed into the thoughts of the black-haired quartermaster Pan Huan. West put down the pen that had been accused of being warm in his palm, and looked back without any guilt, as if he didn't care about being scrutinized so carefully.

He knew what Q was thinking, even if he didn't use his telekinetic ability. Although he rarely takes the initiative to explore the world of ordinary people, this does not mean that he has not understood the word human nature in those long and lonely times in the past. At the age of seventeen, fate set him on a completely different path, giving him the capital to break through the mysteries of time, and he didn't need anyone to sympathize with him to judge the choices he made.

Even if it turns out to be wrong.

"So, what the hell are you looking for me today?"

I don't want to dwell on this issue anymore, and I've enjoyed enough of the silence in the Q branch that was born for him. West clasped his hands together and casually rested them on his knees, finally remembering that it seemed like it was time to get down to business.

Knowing that his previous gaze might be too explicit, Q covered the unnaturalness on his face for a moment by holding up the mug, and continued along the steps given by the young man:

"007 is coming back...... Oh, I forgot to mention that he was your partner in this operation...... Another special adviser that I have invited may also be here today. As the object of the first cooperation, you are always going to meet and get to know each other better. ”

Q's reference to '007' was a subtle end note that seemed to be gnashing of teeth, but there should have been something else, but West's attention was clearly more focused on the 'special advisor' in his mouth. I don't know if it's the intuition of a psychic person, he always feels that this so-called 'advisor' may not be as simple as Q said-it is worth 'inviting' MI6 to be 'invited', and it is worthy of the quartermaster's evaluation of "extremely intelligent and intelligent", and he also has a good understanding of the Constance family case, and he really thinks and feels familiar with this person's expression.

“Q……”

He opened his mouth to get some more details from the quartermaster. But before West could finish speaking, the lights in the Q branch suddenly went out, and the alarm bell sounded. At the same time, there was an earth-shattering explosion from the outside of the metal door that required a fingerprint code to open, and before everyone could react, it was smashed and torn apart!

“Shit！！ What happened!! ”

Shaken by the aftermath of the explosion, his internal organs were rolling, and he fell to the ground dizzy. Q asked in a loud voice despite the discomfort, and just as he tried to staggered to the table to get up, he was slammed to the ground by West, just in time to dodge a string of bullets that grazed his scalp.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp burst of gunfire at the branch gate and in all corners.

By this time, everyone had understood that it was clearly an attack entirely against the Q branch.

"Damn!!"

I didn't expect that someone would really have the audacity to attack MI6's secret logistics, and most of the Q branch were technical nerds who had not undergone special training, although it would not be chaotic in the face of such a sneak attack, but it would not be possible to make any effective response...... In other words, almost all lambs to the slaughter. In the event that the enemy conquers the Q Branch, either killing them all or using the Q Branch as hostages to confront the other MI6 agents, things will go in an uncontrollable direction - these technophiles at the pinnacle of high technology, no matter which one they lose, will be a heavy blow to MI6.

- What the hell are those fools in charge of the guards doing, and they let the enemy swagger in like this!!

Because of the □□, the vision was completely blurred, but the sound of gunshots, which symbolized death, still did not stop, and there was a tendency to develop around. Knowing that those directions were where the branch logistics agents were, Q cursed secretly, probably knowing that his most terrifying guess might be about to come true...... The attackers did not want to stay alive from the start.

tentatively stretched out his hand and held the unmodified PPK on the table in the palm of his hand. The black-haired quartermaster covered his mouth to prevent inhaling the thick poisonous gas in the air, and kept his mind ready to shoot anyone who touched him.

Soon, though, before he could open the insurance, a hand was already on his shoulder from behind.

"MI6 is really leaking around, Q?"

Effortlessly holding down the muzzle of the gun that turned to him, West leaned over to look at the quartermaster who was huddled behind the workbench with a guarded face, and there was mockery and helplessness in his tone, but there was no solemnity or fear like Q.

It's no wonder that West is so relaxed. After all, for him, this kind of attack was like a child's play...... No, it should be said that the children in Xavier's school are much more dangerous than that.

Why are mutants ostracized by ordinary people? It is not precisely because they have supernatural power and are unrestrained that they will be feared.

Shaking his head to signal the quartermaster's reassurance, West did not delay any longer. It's just that he moved his thoughts, and in an instant, the smoke that filled the Q branch was like being attracted by something, and it gathered into a small air mass on the young man's flat stretched palm. In just a moment, the figure of the opponent who was originally covered was all revealed, and it was exposed to the eyes of Q and others.

At this time, everyone also found that in the air in front of them, there were countless warheads with a metallic luster floating around, and some were still slightly steaming. Obviously, at the beginning of the gunshot, the bullets fired by the attackers at the Q branch were all locked onto by West, not only did they not hurt themselves in the slightest, but also pointed at the heavily armed attackers, who would pass through their own vital parts with a single command, and there was no chance of survival.

"So, let's talk about what's going on, huh?"

With a slight movement of his fingers, the nearest assailant soared into the air, imprisoned in mid-air and unable to move. West sneered, his index finger resting on his temple, and in the blink of an eye, it invaded the man's brain, opening up all his memories in front of his eyes.

"It's from the Constance family, and there is an inside line in MI6." Ignoring the man's pale face, which had been distorted by the forced synchronization of consciousness, the brown-haired boy removed his fingers and turned his head to speak. His expression was as calm as ever, and he was proficient in his means, and he did not show any helplessness because of such an unexpected situation.

For a while, everyone in the branch was dumbfounded.

"Ahh Well, thank you. ”

Although he knew that it was impossible for him to choose a straw bag to work with Bond, he was also shocked by West's ability. Q, who has always been calm and composed, unconsciously stuck for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"Nothing." Shaking his head, Westwin smiled.

"Well, leave these people to us......"

Looking around, his gaze swept over the attackers who had been trapped by the air current, Q bowed slightly, and put his precious computer back on his workbench. But when he looked up again to say something to West, he suddenly found that someone behind the boy was stretching his hand towards the detonator on his waist with little difficulty. And because it was in the blind spot behind his vision, West's attention was focused on talking to him, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

"Be careful!!"

It is all too well known that the power of the explosives on this terrorist is enough to raze the entire MI6 to the ground if it is detonated. Q picked up the PPK that he had just put back on the table, and pulled the trigger before he even had time to aim.

"Bang!!"

After all, unlike the 00 agents, his bullets were missed, and in such a critical situation, his bullet naturally missed. But after the gunshot, the assailant who had the opportunity to pull the entire Q branch could no longer touch the detonator - two bullets from different directions pierced his skull in the center of his eyebrows and temples, and almost in the blink of an eye, he was completely dead.

"I'll leave the shooting to the pros next time, cute."

Raising an eyebrow, West, who had just ended the enemy's life with a bullet, looked up at the blonde agent at the gate who had shot at the same time as him, his expression a little strange.

Putting down the gun, 007, who also aimed extremely accurately, smiled lazily, his voice low with a hoarse sexiness.

"Bond."

Nodding his head, it was a greeting to Mr. Agent. Q then turned his gaze behind him, his attention noticeably more focused on the two figures following him.

And West's expression was even more incomprehensible. If he remembered the brain waves correctly, then the man ......

"It's dangerous, little brother."

Holding a black umbrella in his hand, he looked at the mess with disgust. McCoroff was the first to step through the door, greeting the black-haired quartermaster who couldn't stop rolling his eyes, and squeezed out a fake smile on his face: "It seems that MI6 really needs a little rectification." ”

"Come on, Mycroft. Your bunch of garbage isn't much better. ”

Untying the dark blue scarf around his neck, the black-haired detective snorted coldly and walked through the door. After looking around, his gaze quickly fell on the brown-haired boy in the center of the room, and his expression suddenly became full of interest.

"I think I'm starting to look forward to this job a little bit."

…… I knew it.

Pierced by the detective's sharp eyes. The corners of West's mouth twitched, and like Q, he rolled his eyes at the ceiling in despair.

- MI6's advisor, who else but Sherlock Holmes, is said to be a very intelligent researcher on the Constance case?!!