"Gan, why do you want us to do the royal family's private work? We're not Queen's agents, and they won't issue me a royal privateer! Aaron, who was wearing a gray sweatshirt and brown slacks, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the pile of documents such as passports on the table, and let out an unwilling cry.

"If you have a first-class ship, I will definitely give you a privateer warrant and promise to promote you to admiral, but for now, you should listen to me quietly! All right? McCroft played with a tiny ring and tilted his head to look at Aaron.

"Okay, you command! I'm listening! ”

"There's our safe house in Rio, where you can find the weapons you want, and there's an emergency transmitter in this ring, if there's danger, you spin around and the backup agents will arrive immediately! This is all the information about the target person, are there any questions? ”

"Yes, why is my ID called Dick?"

"Poof!" The two people who were watching the play on the side all squirted.

"Is Dick bad?"

"Either change your name, or I don't go, there's no need to discuss!"

"And what do you want to call it?"

"Dimitri Petrenk!"

"It's a Russian name, change it!"

"That's James Bond!"

"There's someone with this name, change it again!"

"Ethan Hunt!"

"Are you sure you want this!"

"That's it!"

"Okay, then I'll introduce you to one more person, come in, Mrs. Hunt!" McCroft impatiently wrote down Aaron's chosen pseudonym, then clapped his hands, and Hattishaw walked in in a floral dress.

"Damn!" Aaron, who was still playing with the swivel chair, saw Hatty come in and immediately wanted to jump up, but as soon as the chair slipped, he fell to the ground with the chair.

"Are you sure it's really okay to let him go?" McCroft looked at Aaron, who was scrambling to get up from the ground, and looked at Holmes with disgust.

"I guess it's okay!" Holmes said uncertainly.

"It's definitely no problem, this Reyes is, give me three days, and I'll carry it back for you directly!" Aaron, who got up from the ground, made a guarantee.

"I'm okay too!" Hattie nodded.

"OK, this is the ticket for eight o'clock tomorrow morning, now, you two can discuss the specific plan of action!"

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Coffee shop on the corner of Baker Street

"So, because Chief McCroft asked you to go to Brazil, you feel like you can't go safely, so you have to pull me, right?" The way Hattishaw pinched the coffee cup made Aaron afraid that the fragile porcelain teacup would turn into a pile of powder in the next second.

"Almost, it's just me ......"

"Just what, do you know how long I've been following this case? There will be a breakthrough point soon, you just call, I will leave all the documents and work to accompany you to Brazil to go to the field? Still pretending to be husband and wife with you? ”

"Then if we pretend to be father and daughter, I don't have any opinion!"

"I'm ......" Hattie looked at the caramel macchiato in front of her, if she didn't feel sorry for the money, she would have poured all the coffee on the critic in front of her.

"Let's get rid of the gas first, and then tell me about the target!"

"Reyes, Rio de Janeiro's biggest financier, entrepreneur, philanthropist, and famous drug lord, arms dealer, and murderer in South America!"

"I see, this is the Night Emperor of Rio!" Aaron nodded.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that Rio belongs to the Federation during the day and Reyes at night, right?"

"You say that, there's no problem, in short, our arrest operation will not be too simple, according to intelligence analysis, no matter where Reyes goes, there will be a personal guard by his side, they are equipped with all automatic weapons, bulletproof armored vehicles, and rocket launchers!"

"It's nothing, give me ten minutes and make sure that none of his personal guards are left!"

"He's been running away for ten minutes, what's the use of you killing all his guards? And he also colluded with the local police, and he also ate inside the Combine Army, and in less than half an hour, you will be surrounded by armored vehicles and tanks! ”

"I ......"

"I know you're very good, and fighting tanks is trivial, but our mission is to secretly capture Reyes and bring him back to England for trial, not to go to war with the Federation!"

"Well, I see, so please give me some advice!" Aaron bowed solemnly.

"Hey, can you be serious, what weapon are you good at, I'll prepare it for you in the safe house!"

"Any weapon will do, you can call me a weapon master!"

"Let's go!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Order some clothes for Mr. Hunter, we're on our honeymoon, I don't think you can wear a sweatshirt every day!"

"This is good, anyway, all the consumption is paid for by MI6!"

Watching Aaron walk to check out, Hattie held back what she wanted to say.

"Hiding yourself under the hood all day is a sign of insecurity."

When ordering clothes, Hattie found that Aaron was like a different person when he wore a suit, and his temperament was completely different from before, if Aaron before was like a veteran who could never wake up, although he looked sluggish, but he could take people's lives anytime and anywhere, and now Aaron is more like a sharp sword, not only deadly, but also more dazzling.

"I've got my body measured, sir, how many do you need?" The gray-haired old tailor asked, holding a tape measure and tools.

"Get him four, two gray and two black, and then one each for the day and one for the night!" Before Aaron could answer, Hattie had already pulled out his bank card.

"By the way, get him two more matching ties! And leather shoes! ”

"No problem, ma'am!"

"it!" Seeing the string of zeros on the POS machine, Aaron couldn't help but gasp, and just as he wanted to say four more clothes, he saw Hattishaw's cold eyes.

"Nice clothes!" Aaron nodded, then whistled as he surveyed the interior of the store.

"When will I use my clothes?"

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock!"

"Understood, is it to pick up the goods or will we send them to you?"

"Send it to the guard hall at London Heathrow, someone will pick it up!"

"Are you familiar with this shop?" Walking out of the tailor shop, Aaron asked curiously.

"MI6 agents' suits are basically made here, and if we have an official letter, we can also order bulletproof suits here!" Hatty, no, it was Mrs. Hunt who took her "husband's" arm and explained carefully.

"Cool, isn't it possible for me to go out with a cane or something in the future!" Aaron thought of Sherlock Holmes and Watson's sword staff.

"But with a sword staff, don't you think, it's a little strange?"

"We're royal agents now, what's so strange!"