Hugh arrived at the Sheraton Grand Hotel, it was getting late, and the blue lights reflected from the water of the outdoor pool in front of the hotel, shrouded in parasols and beach loungers, and the water jets sprayed out of the mouths of several dolphin statues that surrounded the pool, falling into the pool, and palm trees dotted around the pool.

The Dodge Viper stopped at the door of the hotel lobby, and a waiter in uniform and gloves greeted him respectfully, helped Hugh open the car door, took the car keys from Hugh's hand, and parked the car in the hotel parking lot.

Hugh took the elevator to the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, and the melodious classical music - Schubert's serenade sounded in his ears, and an account manager with his hair coiled up and a temperament bowed slightly: "Sir, do you have an appointment?" At a window seat, Katyusha was waving at him.

I saw Katyusha wearing a Chanel champagne gold dress, crimson lipstick, a pair of black pumps with a straight button, and a pair of coffee-colored stockings, which fit her slender legs, looming under the dining table. A white Prada leather bag rests on the seat next to it.

"Yes, thank you!" Hugh stepped forward.

"You're welcome, please go." He felt a warm smile behind him.

A waiter in a white shirt, black trousers, and waistcoat with a bow tie walked up to them: "Do you two need something?" Katyusha picked up the menu: "Lemon and honey salmon steak, grilled lamb chops in spicy red wine, French cream lobster soup, fried scallops with foie gras, matcha light cheesecake, salmon caviar with crab meat, a bottle of '91 Château Latour Grand Cru." ”

"What about you, sir?" The waiter turned to Hugh, "Steamed king crab, tuna sashimi, French baked snails, thank you!" After saying that, he handed the waiter a stack of tips, and the other party slowly retreated with a happy expression, and then brought an open bottle of red wine.

"I really envy you, you eat so much and still maintain such a good figure." Hugh poured two glasses of red wine and handed Katyusha one.

"In the mission, the physical consumption is very high, thanks to the organization for letting me run around and exercise to create a perfect body." Katyusha made a mischievous grimace.

"By the way, what to do with blackcurrant rum?" Hugh handed the bottle over.

"Confiscate it, keep it for yourself." Katyusha set it aside.

"How are you doing?" Hugh asked.

"I went to Stalingrad to help the company complete a deal, the buyer was a chemical company, the little green bottle was more interesting, they gave me a few boxes, and everything went well; It's just that the climate is not as pleasant as here, although I am Russian, but I didn't grow up there, and I still haven't been able to adapt, what about you? Katyusha took a sip of red wine.

"Last night, I broke into the Amazon forest, alarmed a few macaws, harassed tree frogs, roasted a fat fish, killed a small snake, enjoyed a fireworks, and found someone to practice my skills, and it was on the news today." Hugh took a sip of soda to moisten his throat.

"Poof." Katyusha laughed, "I heard about you in the organization today, well done, this time they have to be honest for a few days." ”

"I hope so, they haven't been honest this century." Hugh sighed.

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Katyusha looked at Hugh.

The waiter served a steaming French cream lobster soup and salmon caviar, "Come, taste it, you'll regret it if you don't drink it." Katyusha served Hugh a small bowl.

"It tastes good," Hugh tasted, "and I want to hear the bad things first." ”

"When I was in Russia, I heard that the United States and Japan were working closely together to develop some kind of humanoid mechanized equipment operated by a single driver, a weapon of mass destruction

, ready for tests on islands near the territorial waters of our country. Katyusha ate caviar with a spoon.

"Huh?" The waiter handed over a plate of French baked snails, and Hugh picked one up.

"The pilots are a group of Japanese ninjas, this equipment is very delicately designed, it can not only fight in close combat, but also kill targets from a distance, and the weapons it uses are several times larger than ours, and can complete the same complex movements as the human body. No flaws have been found yet. Katyusha cut a lamb chop and put it in her mouth.

"If I'm not mistaken, its melee weapon should be, a Japanese katana?" Hugh took a sip of red wine and munched on a smooth snail.

"That's right, in terms of practicality and destructive power, the Japanese sword does have an advantage, but its katana has a high heat and can cut through steel." Katyusha paused and took the lemon honey salmon steak and steamed king crab handed over by the waiter.

"Awesome, what's their powerplant?" Hugh broke off a crab leg and dipped it in the spice and ate it.

"Nuclear fuel rods, which can fly at low altitudes and walk on land, from the east coast to the west coast of the United States, can run a few round trips." Katyusha picks up a piece of lobster meat from the soup bowl and admires its crystal clear luster.

"No wonder they want to attack China's tungsten mine, which must be the core raw material of this new equipment." Hugh put down the cutlery in his hand and said uneasily.

"There is such a possibility, and after learning of this information, the organization quickly informed the military that now a nuclear-powered submarine has rushed to the waters near the island, but because it is an international high sea, it can only be secretly monitored and cannot be interfered with by force." Katyusha took a large sip of red wine and then poured it to its fullest. Then use a knife and fork to fiddle with the salmon steak on the plate.

The waiter will serve the follow-up food one after another: "Your dishes have been served, please use them slowly." ”

"The sub-bases of Japan and the United States are about to be inserted under our noses." Hugh forked a slice of tuna sashimi, dipped it in wasabi soy sauce, and chewed vigorously in protest.

"The timing is urgent, the organization is recalling personnel, forming a task team, infiltrating the island, collecting experimental data and related intelligence, and if possible, transporting back the equipment, finding out its design flaws, once this new weapon is formed and put into mass production, the consequences are unimaginable." Katyusha cut a piece of foie gras and took a small sip.

What is said is that it seems that this kind of military competition is becoming white-hot. So, the good news? Hugh tasted the taste of the cake, which melted in his mouth and made people want to stop.

"You and I have been selected for this mission, and we will fight side by side." Katyusha reached out and took Hugh's hand, and a burst of warmth appeared on Hugh's hand, and her body temperature could be felt, as well as her heartbeat, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

"Happy?" Katyusha looked into Hugh's eyes and asked affectionately.

Hugh remembered the Order's motto: Agents can't pursue love. However, another voice told him deep down: "I have the ability to protect her." After a moment of hesitation, Hugh said, "Of course, let's work together to successfully complete this mission." Hugh's eyes became determined.

"Cheers to victory!" Katyusha raised her glass.

"Cheers to us!" With a "ding" sound, the two wine glasses touched together, and the red wine in the glasses was stirring and spinning, and was drunk by the two of them.

After the meal, Hugh and Katyusha walked side by side to the hotel entrance, and the professional and thoughtful waiter then drove the Dodge Viper in front of Hugh, got out of the car, and made a polite gesture: "Please go slowly." ”

Hugh saw Katyusha standing behind him in a daze and asked, "Where's your car?" ”

"Stay in the organization parking lot, I'll take a taxi." Katyusha smiled mischievously.

"Okay, get in my car. Let's go back to the safe house together. Hugh opened the passenger door and waited for Katyusha to get into the car.

Katyusha took Hugh's hand and entered the car, Hugh closed the door. Back in the cab, starting the engine, the Dodge Viper slowly drove away from the hotel, into the coastal road, flashing backwards of the dim street lamp, reflected on the white skin of Katyusha, more and more charming her, Chanel met the smell of perfume, filling the entire body, breathtaking, Hugh looked at the bright headlights, shot into the distance, hoping that time would always be frozen in this moment, so that the wonderful experience of the beautiful woman of the car gradually melted his body and mind.

Before they knew it, they had come to the gate of the courtyard of the villa, and through retinal verification, the gate was opened, and two Prott hounds welcomed them, and they saw Katyusha, wagging her tail, and galloping over with joy.

"Long time no see, boys", Katyusha opened the car door and bent down to pat them on the head, "they are getting better and better, what have you fed them?" ”

"Pig thighs, and bush game." Hugh replied without hesitation. "It's windy outside, let's go inside." Hugh got into the car.

"Okay." Katyusha followed, closed the door, and reluctantly leaned on the edge of Katyusha's window, looking at her. "We'll see each other more often in the future, good night, guard the courtyard." As if they understood, they stepped back.

Hugh parked his car in the garage and walked with Katyusha to the villa.