London, fifty meters below the Elizabeth Tower, Wild Hunt headquarters.

In the long dark corridor, the sound of footsteps sounded one after another, each sound seemed to be infinitely amplified by the empty corridor, constantly stimulating people's hearts and nerves.

Bolton Lagus walked casually down the cloister with his hands in his trouser pockets, not only did he not feel anything wrong with the sound he had made that stirred up fear in his heart, but he was amused from the bottom of his heart.

The road finally came to an iron door stained with rust, and Bolton raised an eyebrow at the rust on the door, and then reluctantly reached out a hand from his trouser pocket and knocked on the door.

"The door is not locked, so if you have something to say, just come in and say it. A man's powerful voice came from inside the door.

This guy is really, Bolton took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand that had just knocked on the door with a look of disgust. He was obviously deliberately trying to make things difficult for me, knowing that I didn't like to touch such dirty things, and he chose such a room, and he deliberately hung the door even though the door was not locked, what a nasty man.

Thinking of this, Bolton decided not to open the door with his hands, and he stretched out one foot and gently pushed the door open, which was undoubtedly a very rude move for a gentleman with the blood of an English aristocracy.

The room inside the door is austere, with only a few chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and there is no excessive decoration on the walls except for a few paintings.

"What a rude and rude man. The blonde man sitting on a beautifully carved wooden couch in the room looked up in displeasure.

The man's clothes were plain, but they were well cut, and he wore a valuable white gold ring on the thumb of his left hand, on which the dagger was intricately carved. On the table in front of him was a set of gold-encrusted tea sets, and a warm and rich aroma wafted from one of the cups.

"Call me rude?" Bolton scoffed, "how do I feel like you deliberately tried to fix me first, Captain Winter?" ”

Winter Messes has been the captain of Wild Hunt for ten years, and when he first joined the team, he was just a hairy kid in his early 20s, and now he is a man in his prime. He used to be a viscount who only spent a lot of time, and he used to be an agent of the secret government organization, but now he has only one identity, and that is the captain of the Wild Hunters, in other words, the captain of a group of madmen.

Winter took a sip of the teacup and then said unhurriedly, "Speaking of rudeness, the two of us are each other, so don't dwell on this matter anymore, if you have anything to say, sit down and talk." He gestured to the couch across from him and motioned for Bolton to sit down.

"This wood stuff is really uncomfortable. Burton complained, "It's so hard, and it's so uncomfortable, I don't know why you like it." ”

Winter ignored his complaints, and he put down his teacup, then picked up the same beautifully shaped teapot and poured a steaming cup of black tea for Bolton, who was sitting across from him.

"Let's have some tea. Winter greeted him politely like a host, "This place is cold and wet, let's warm up with a cup of tea." ”

"What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?" asked Bolton as he picked up his teacup, "It's rare that you invite me to drink tea once, and if I wanted to drink your glass of water, you wouldn't be happy before, right?"

Winter smiled, "Yes, I wouldn't have invited you to drink before, but now it's different, isn't it? ”

Bolton drank a cup of tea without saying a word, the heat of the black tea was that his slightly stiff body warmed up again. I didn't expect that after just being away for such a while, I was almost uncomfortable here, he thought to himself.

"Let's get down to business now. Winter pushed the cup in front of him aside. "Did we get everything you got back?"

"It's up to me to get out of the way, you should rest assured. Bolton said as he pulled out a long strip of object from his pants pocket. "This is all the information and data I copied from them, rest assured, the original archives have been deleted, and they have nothing left. He leaned over and slapped it in front of Winter, then sat back down with Erlang's legs crossed.

Winter reached for the copy of the data in front of him and examined it for a few moments before happily slipping it into the hidden pocket on the inside of his jacket. "You're doing a great job. Winter praised.

"Did I do a good job?" Bolton suddenly asked sharply, "You don't seem to tell me why I had to get their information, I have been thinking about why I have to spy on them these days, they are obviously fighting against what we want to fight, why are they doing such a desperate thing?"

Winter's original smiling face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hazy face. "You don't need to know that much. He said in a slightly angry tone, "We naturally have a reason for doing this, you just need to do your job with peace of mind." ”

"But how do you know who the spy is lurking there? ”

"He's a spy, and we're supposed to do this kind of thing. Winter defended, "As for how I got the information, it's not your turn to do this, you should understand that everything we do is not visible, so there are some things that you better not know." ”

Burton sighed: "Are you going to prevaricate me like this, it's really like your style of doing things, okay, so I won't ask." So what am I going to do now? Do I go back, or do I stay here?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Winter Messes's tone finally softened, "Naturally, someone will come to inform you when the time comes, so stay here for the time being, and I'll send someone to find you at a certain time." ”

"Listen to it. Bolton shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then I'll retire first, and thank you for your tea." He got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute. Winter Messes suddenly stopped Bolton, who was about to leave, "You have a doubt in your heart, this is your identity should not be." ”

"I didn't. Bolton said in a flat tone.

"Really?" Winter stood up as well. "Do you dare to touch your heart and say, dare you say that you have no doubts in your heart, or let me remind you again, are you not thinking about a certain girl in your heart?"

Burton's movements stopped abruptly, but only for a second, and his words were still so flat and even without a trace of emotion: "I didn't think about her, she was dead in my heart, I couldn't think of her." ”

"But you-"

"Captain!" Bolton said, turning his back to him. "I am Bolton Largs, the Wild Hunter, and I have only had this identity since the day I took the oath, and I have lived to enforce justice, no matter how dirty and filthy that justice is, I have no regrets. ”

"Well said. Winter Messes clapped his hands and praised, "You are indeed worthy of the person I have personally chosen, and you are really hard-hearted, and I believe in your loyalty." ”

He walked up to Bolton and continued in a deep voice, "Remember, light can only be revealed to be light when it is set against the backdrop of darkness, and if darkness like ours is lost, then the existence of light is meaningless." ”

"My darkness is light. Winter finally whispered.

"My darkness is light. Burton repeated in a low voice without any expression on his face.