As a film director, Valentine has a unique advantage in terms of cultural knowledge.

Before being a director, first of all, as an audience, Valentine had seen too many films, and what he is experiencing now is like an old Bond movie, where the boss behind the scenes is playing against 007, who came to inquire about the news.

In this way, the two of them walked through the long corridor of the villa mansion one after the other.

"I have to say, I'm looking forward to meeting you, basically there aren't a few billionaires I don't know, I beg your pardon, I asked my people to check your business, and found that you were born in a rich family, I'm a little curious, how do you make money?"

As he spoke, Valentine was also looking at the "Deville" next to him.

It was the first time in his life that he had come into contact with a living superagent at such a close distance, like the anonymous man who had broken into his mansion in the snowy mountains of Argentina and was killed by Gazelle, and he had found no information about the Mr. DeVille in front of him.

Although this man looked British, he asked MI6 people, they did not know who these two people were, and Valentine later communicated with the intelligence agencies of other countries, and no one knew what the two people were and where they came from.

But last evening, when Mr. Deville's invitation to a meeting appeared on his desk, and looking at the face that had appeared in front of Professor Arnold, Valentin immediately ordered his men to investigate the archives of the British government and search according to the photographs.

What is strange is that in the archives of the British government, the file of this "Deville" appeared out of thin air, and the content is very detailed, even down to when he was born, and there are specific records of which hospital he was born in.

What does this mean - this shows that the person who forged this identity file is in the United Kingdom, and the other party has a very high level of counterfeiting and huge power, and can forge a seamless and specific identity in a short period of time.

"It's very simple, it's mainly real estate, real estate and the like, there's nothing to hide, if you want to know."

After hearing Valentine's question, the "Deville" replied with a smile.

At this time, Harry didn't know that his identity had already been exposed to Valentine, and similarly, he didn't expect Valentin to play against him with bad taste, just chatting with Valentin about some things.

Soon, the two walked through the narrow corridor together and came to the side hall of the villa mansion.

It's still the same long table, it's still a hearty burger dinner, but this time it's not just McDonald's burgers, it's KFC fried chicken — maybe it's a young man who had a good conversation with Valentine before that made the change.

"So, you want to donate money to my foundation, right, then you should also know that these projects have been stopped now, right?"

At the dining table, Valentine sat down, his ten fingers crossed, his elbows on the table, and a pair of sharp eyes stared carefully at the "Deville" in front of him through the round glass lenses, and slowly spoke, which opened the conversation between the two.

"Climate change affects everyone, Mr. Valentine, and you are one of the few powerful people who think the same way as me."

Harry looked at Valentine beside him, and then glanced at Garzel, the female bodyguard sitting behind him, the metal bladed feet not far behind him, just a step away, as if he would immediately come up and split him in half at the slightest movement.

"I interrupted the project because there was no progress, and no matter how much I put in, every study pointed to the same outcome."

"Carbon emissions are just a façade, and whatever we do is in vain – sometimes I'm jealous of people who don't know anything, and as my friend Professor Arnold once said, humans are the only viruses that know the end of the host's death and still want to survive."

Hearing Valentine's words, Harry took over the conversation directly, coping with it with ease, without feeling a burden at all.

It has to be said that before leaving, with the powerful intelligence ability of the royal agents, Harry had mastered Valentine's way of thinking, and also had a very deep understanding of the environmental and ecological aspects that Valentin was most concerned about, and even predicted the conversations that might occur.

However, the situation seemed to Valentine to be a little wrong.

Is this kind of conversation just happening recently, how can this sudden sense of déjà vu be so damn familiar?

"I have to say, you're a little surprising to me, but not many people know about Professor Arnold - but, then, Mr. DeVee, I'm a little curious, do you like to watch those spy and agent movies?"

Suddenly, Valentine changed his mind to something else unrelated.

Harry frowned, instinctively feeling that something was not quite right on the topic, but the smile on Valentine's face was bright, and he squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying such a topic, and as if he was ...... He seemed to see something wrong, couldn't he?

"The current spy movies are a bit too boring for me, but those old spy movies are very exciting, full of dramatic plots that transcend reality, and it really makes people feel a little addicted."

Harry pondered for a moment, then replied slowly.

"Hehe, that's right, those old movies, like 007's Bond series - God, my dream when I was a child was to grow up to be a spy like James Bond, elegant and gentlemanly, full of masculine charm."

Hearing Valentine's admiration, Harry's heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn't know that Valentine would be so interested in those old movies, but then he thought of 007 James Bond's series of film and television works, from the United Kingdom, an elegant and calm gentleman spy, who is also very similar to himself, and often does things that go into Longtan's den alone.

"Somewhat similar to you, I've always felt that the villains of the Bond series are the real highlights, when I was a kid, I always fantasized that I was a futuristic megalomaniac, that the power of technology could control everything, that no one could resist my rule, the real ruler."

This is pure irony.

"It's a pity—we all have to grow up, isn't it, what a pity."

Hearing this, the smile on Valentine's face gradually retracted.