Hi EB, it was a misunderstanding!

([-]) You guys!When chatting gossip, can you not use encrypted lines!

"What the hell have I done!"

After trying unsuccessfully to pimp Ethan, Brandt returns to the office dejected.

In his heart, the guilt towards Ethan is still tormenting him. Perhaps, only on the day when Ethan truly regains happiness can he gradually let go.

otherwise,

The similar thoughts and guilt of "I ruined a happy family" will always linger in his body, like worms constantly gnawing at his conscience.

"Brandt?"

The director of the CIA came in from the door, and threw the four reports on the table with a serious expression, "Don't you think there is something wrong with these reports?"

"Uh...not." Brandt replied calmly.

At the same time, he answered silently in his heart: "Director, the biggest problem is that I wrote the three reports by myself, thank you."

The director gave him a silent look, and stepped forward to open the task summary report. He pointed on the report with his finger, "Here, here, and here, why is there only a brief description? What about the details? Where are the details? Why? Doing such a move? What is the point of such an act?"

Brandt stared at the report blankly, stating dryly, "Sorry, Director. We cannot confirm or deny any details of the operation without the approval of the Minister."

The chief glared at him.

Brandt continued to stare straight ahead calmly, his gaze never shifting.

With a "snap", the director slammed the mission report on the table, slammed the door and walked out of the room.

Brandt's body trembled from the sound of the door slamming, his big blue eyes were full of innocence and grievance.

'Is it all my fucking fault?The commander of the mission is not me! '

'Think of Ethan! '

'Well, I owe him that! '

'It's all my fault, it's all my fucking fault! '

The Chief of Staff sat down in a chair in frustration, holding his head in his hands: "What the fucking world!"

"Uh... are you okay?"

Suddenly, dragging the suitcase with one hand and opening the door with the other, Jane, the female agent who just came back from abroad, was standing at the door in a heroic manner, looking at him with concern: "I just saw...that who..."

She made a gesture with her hand, and continued, "... walked out angrily."

"It's okay, I can still handle it." Brandt immediately tried his best to hold up a smile, sat up straight, with an attitude of not showing weakness, "You just came back? Did the mission go well?"

"No problem. But you don't look too well... um... well, I'll stop."

Jane glanced at him worriedly, "Honey, don't be brave. In fact, I heard privately that the chief has always wanted to poach you to his side? He admires you very much."

"Then his way of appreciating people is really unique." The Chief Staff Officer, who has been getting trouble frequently by the Director-General recently, complained slightly sarcastically.

"what's your plan?"

"No plan." Brandt frowned and thought for a while, then muttered, "I won't leave the IMF."

Jane raised her eyebrows in surprise. You know, the CIA is easier for both security and promotion and fortune.

What's more, she always thought that the staff officer was bored with the precarious life of the IMF, but she didn't expect...

But since I don't want to leave, why did I always like to pour cold water on everyone in the mission?

Tsk, what a duplicity man!

She thought for a while, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her lips slightly. She stepped forward a few steps, and hugged their lord staff comfortingly, "Don't worry, it will be fine, we are all by your side!"

Brandt blinked, kissed her gently on the cheek, and said softly, "Thank you, Jane."

Then, the shrewd and capable female agent waved goodbye neatly, and left vigorously with her suitcase.

But the moment she walked out of the building, she checked the pedestrians left and right, and suddenly picked up the contact phone, clicked on the line encryption first, and then dialed Ethan's number.

"Ethan, I'm Jane."

"what's up?"

"CIA Director Alan Hunley has been poaching Brandt."

"..."

"Brandt is under a lot of pressure. I don't want a cold-blooded boss at the IMF. You try to keep him, Ethan, he values ​​you."

"You..." Ethan's voice on the phone was very serious, maybe a little helpless, "Please, Jane."

He said seriously, "Go and tell everyone in our team to gossip with me next time, no! No! No more encrypted calls, thank you."

"Who else called you?" The keen secret agent immediately asked a question, and couldn't restrain a smile on her face.

However, what responded to her was the beep of the phone hanging up.

On the streets of London, Mr. Legendary Agent, who was walking fast, was in a very complicated mood.

He turned the hands in his palms over and over again, finally, he pressed Brandt's number...

Then, after a moment of hesitation... clicked on the encrypted line...

"Brandt, I'm Ethan."

"what's up?"

"I heard that the director of the CIA is poaching you? I want to know your attitude."

"I'm not going," Brandt repeated, "I'm not going, and as long as you're at the IMF, I'm not going, not going anywhere."

【He's in love with you, boss. ——By Benji】

【Ethan, he values ​​you very much. ——By Jane]

[As long as you are still in the IMF, I will not go, not anywhere. ——By Brandt】

('Three people become tigers' mode successfully activated.)

Ethan was silent for a while, subconsciously softening his tone, "Brandt, thank you, but, we can't, really can't..."

【He loves you so deeply, so struggling, so painful. ——By Benji]

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time we meet!"

Finally, Ethan still couldn't bear to say the next rejection, he hung up the phone neatly, leaving Brandt holding up the phone in a daze.

'Hello!Hello!Can't what, can you fucking speak clearly before hanging up? '

Brandt's heart roared: What the hell is going on all day, FUCK!

It seems that the days of the staff officer's heartache still cannot be stopped.

——to be continued.