Hi EB, it was a misunderstanding!

([-]) Are you all fucking here to play with me?

Brandt has a face that doesn't conform to the public's aesthetics. His round face and clean blue eyes always make him look very harmless, which makes him more popular among certain groups than heartthrob Ethan. more popular.

Because Ethan is handsome and too aggressive.

He is the kind of man who is 'you can't bear to blink any more once you look at it', he is handsome and as dazzling as a diamond.He is like the dazzling sun in the sky, everyone yearns for him, worships him, wants to get close to him, wants to embrace him, but once they really get close, there will be a risk of being 'roasted'.

On the contrary, if it is Brandt, it will make people feel very at ease.

With him, 'American Conscience' or 'IMF's conscience' will let you know at all times: what is meant by a serious, responsible and reliable man.

Facing those gentle blue eyes, you feel that you can do anything excessive to him, as long as you sincerely admit your mistakes afterwards, and then coax him, you don't have to worry about him getting angry at all.

So it's no surprise that when Brandt comes home from get off work, 'in just 10 minutes of commuting, I get three little slips of contact info', and he's still very popular.

Girls with blond hair, black hair, and brown hair stretched out their full breasts, and lightly opened their flaming red lips. When they passed by him, they left a message in his ear, "I'm always free tonight~!" warm invitation.

Brandt was sitting at home, biting the pizza delivered by the takeaway, and carefully studying the three small notes on the table:

'Maybe, I should find something to distract my attention, and relieve the huge pressure caused by work and life recently'.

This is not a sham, this is the daily life of a normal, healthy man.

It has to be said that since the damn mission failed, Brandt has not only shouldered a heavy debt of conscience, but also has a huge fear of family life: "If the person who died was the one I love, I must not be able to be like Ethan." Survive like that invincible', such terrible thoughts always appeared in his brain uncontrollably.

Therefore, he can only remain single for many years.

"It's still Goldilocks! When she looked at me, her eyes were so cute. (Blonde Girl: Look, this man looks like a little mermaid that has just left the nest. His round face and innocent eyes are really cute. so cute.)"

Of course Brandt would not have guessed what the girl was thinking, he just casually picked out the note of the pretty blonde, and planned to ask someone out to spend the night together...Maybe a hotel, maybe any place the girl likes ...

"Hi, Honey, can you pick me up at 45 XXX Street?"

The blonde girl's delicate and sweet voice came from the phone, and the map in Brandt's mind instantly located the address, a very familiar place, only one street away from the IMF office building.

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." Brandt replied in a good-tempered manner, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

He planned to pack himself up and then drive over.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Brandt carefully adjusted his suit and tie until his cell phone rang suddenly...

"Where are you now?" Ethan's voice rang from the phone. This time, it was not an encrypted line, but it was not a commonly used phone number. Fortunately, it sounded in good condition.

"At home...uh...but, I'm planning to go out." Brandt replied calmly.

"Cancel your plan, wait until I go to find you." The usual Ethan command tone.

"Hey...wait, what's the matter with you, is it work?" Brandt hurriedly asked in bewilderment, "Are you going to prepare something? Where are you? Are you safe? What happened again? Damn, make it clear. "

"No...it's a personal matter, we have to talk about it." Ethan said in a very normal tone.

It has been a week since their last call.

While being picked on by the director, Brandt has to deal with all kinds of troubles caused by this "legendary agent who always likes to be alone and disappears"... Now, the staff officer who used to be diligent and thrifty can already Without blinking an eye, signing contracts for all kinds of bombed BMWs...

Goddamn!Almost forgot, he stopped blowing up BMWs and started upgrading to blow up private jets!

"What private matters do we have to talk about? Also, I advise you not to appear in New York in the near future. The director of the CIA has submitted an application to the committee and is planning to find you out and ask you whether those radical behaviors are considered normal behaviors." , I just helped you to perfunctory in the name of 'undercover mission'. If you dare to come here to be seen, tear down my platform... I swear, I will never help you clean up any mess in the future! And..." The staff officer was full of resentment and said, "Listen, Ethan, I have my own itinerary, if you are not looking for me for work, please make an appointment first."

Ethan probably didn't expect the staff officer to be so angry, so he didn't speak for a while.

Brandt tugged at the tie around his neck irritably, feeling his mood suddenly turned bad.

He finally couldn't hold back and continued to complain on the phone, "Could it be that if you say a word, I will cancel my date, and then run after your ass? Who do you think you are?"

"Date? You just said date?" The legendary agent grasped the word sensitively and asked.

"You heard me wrong! Goodbye." Brandt was embarrassed for a second, and hung up the phone neatly.

'Is this good for Ethan? '

As Brandt goes out to drive, he listens to the bickering and tug-of-war between the two villains in his head:

'Of course, there's nothing wrong with that!You just let him ask for anything, so he dares to order you like that. '

'I'm not asking him to do whatever he wants, it's just that he's right most of the time during the mission, he's great.And, I owe him...'

'Enough is enough, you have compensated him a lot.Even if it's not enough, isn't it okay to take care of it at work?Are you going to mess up your own life for him? '

'of course not. '

'So, your rejection just now was great. '

'you're right. '

That's how Brandt convinced himself.

He drives up to the beautiful blonde, planning to have a good night.For this reason, he even turned on the stereo and played a gentle and beautiful love song to brew the atmosphere and emotions...

"Hi Benji, it's me."

"Boss? Is there something wrong?"

"Look up Brandt's license plate number and send his whereabouts to my phone."

"Uh……?"

"Don't tell me you can't do it?"

"How is this possible?" Benji yelled as if insulted, "This job is as easy as going to the supermarket to buy apples for me! But, why don't you just ask him where he is?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Benji."

"Okay! Okay! Give me 1 minute..."

"Benji."

"OK! OK! I found it, and the positioning has been completed... It is currently moving, and the predicted destination is XXX Street."

'I trust Ethan so much, I believe he has his own reasons for whatever he does' Benji didn't even think about it, he simply betrayed their chief adviser.

10 minutes later,

Brandt arrived at the destination, talked with the girl on the phone, and learned that the girl would come downstairs in 10 minutes, so he happily sat in the car and waited.

By the way, looking at the car window and tidying himself carefully, Brandt felt that his good mood gradually picked up, and he began to have some beautiful imaginations about this night.

Then there was a knock on the window.

Brandt raised the corners of his lips and tried his best to show the smile of "the ex-girlfriend will be very enthusiastic every time he sees it" (ex-girlfriend: every time Brandt smiles at me with innocent blue eyes like that, I feel so motherly and want to hug he kissed him).

The legendary agent Ethan took off his sunglasses, bent down, and returned him a sunny and handsome smile from the car window.

Brandt's smile froze on his face.

One minute later, the legendary agent successfully got into Brandt's car.

"My appointment with someone is at 08:30, and there are still 9 minutes left. I can only give you 7 minutes to talk about your personal affairs." Brandt said seriously, "You better hurry up."

'This guy really has a crush on me? '

Confused by Brandt's attitude, Ethan blinked his eyes full of electricity, hesitating and thinking about his words, "Uh...I mean, we've been through a lot together..."

"You still have 6 minutes." The staff officer said ruthlessly.

"Okay, okay. I want to say. Many times, people tend to develop feelings after experiencing life and death together... But this is only an illusion caused by relying on and trusting each other in a special environment. Once Return to the normal environment, and this illusion will slowly disappear..."

Brandt pretended to be listening carefully, but his fingers tapped on the steering wheel unconsciously, obviously he was impatient and didn't understand.

'This guy really has a crush on me? The legendary agent questioned silently again, and began to feel that it was a bit silly for him to abandon the work that had just been completed and not have time to finish it, and flew back in one breath because of such a false rumor.

"In short, Brandt, no matter what happened..." Ethan turned his head and looked at him seriously with that handsome face, "My friend, brother, our friendship will not change in any way. So, cut to the chase To say the least, you treat me..."

There was another knock on the window.

Brandt hurriedly motioned him to shut up, and then showed the previous smile again, intending to greet his girlfriend tonight.

but,

The moment the car window fell, he froze with fright...

"Brandt, it really is you. I remember this car is yours." The CIA chief stood outside the car window, wearing casual clothes, his aura was much calmer, but his eyes were still critical and scrutinizing.

He even tried to look into the car, thanking that the street lights on this side of the street were not so bright, and the lights in the car were not turned on, so it was obviously not easy to see clearly from the bright place to the dark place.

"What are you doing here? I remember it's already off work. And, who is that person in the car, your friend? Don't you want to introduce it?"

"I...I..." Brandt was quick to think, without answering, he asked instead: "Why are you here? No...I'm not asking about your schedule, but I'm off work, I..."

He explained incoherently, looking flustered.

"I live near here." The Director replied, Brandt's attitude aroused his suspicion.

He narrowed his eyes, "What about you? What are you doing here? Who the hell is that guy in your car?"

My forehead is dripping with sweat...

Brandt clenched his fists, racking his brains, how to solve the crisis in front of him.

The next moment, the man who was supposed to sit obediently and lower his sense of existence suddenly pushed forward.

Then, a male voice slightly different from Ethan's original voice sounded clearly: "Honey, why are you so afraid that he knows our relationship?"

A man who never took an unusual path gave him a passionate and deep kiss...

The legendary agent's skills in this area are really damn good.

The General Staff, who was dizzy from being kissed and almost groaned in embarrassment, under Ethan's intentional guidance, seemed to be active but actually cooperated passively... He turned sideways, stretched out his arms, and hugged him tightly, thanks to Ethan Because he was sitting in an office recently, with a slightly fat body, he successfully covered up this "slender Mr. Agent who is performing an undercover mission and shouldn't have appeared in New York."

"You...you...do you like men?"

The director stammered in surprise, he was obviously made to lose the desire to explore the people in the car by this fact, and was only left in shock: "Brandt, is this what you want to hide from me?"

It's hard to end that lip-tongue relationship with 'hard to leave'.

With a nearly collapsed expression, Brandt raised his head and looked at the Chief.

He silently took this 'black pot' and replied in a self-defeating manner: "Uh...uh...yes..."

"Yes, I like men."

"Hi sweetheart, I'm here, sorry I'm a few minutes late..."

The difference between the two sentences is less than ten seconds.

The blonde girl in high heels stood outside the car with dull eyes.

'My date! '

Brandt's heart was bleeding and whining.

But on the surface, he forced himself to calmly face the beautiful blonde, and made up nonsense: "Sorry, I had a fight with my boyfriend before, so..."

It's a bloody excuse, but it seems that after starting, it becomes much simpler.

"So, now that you're reconciled, you don't need me anymore?" The blonde was furious.

She twisted her pretty face, and then, slammed his middle finger at him in the car, cursed "Sonofbitch! I hope you get fucked tonight!", then turned around, stepped on her high heels and left angrily.

"You really amaze me."

The Master Chief looked at Brandt with a more complicated expression.

"Sorry, I have to go first."

Brandt, who could no longer bear this awkward atmosphere, forced a smile at the still-shocked chief, started the car quickly, and ran like a machine gun from behind.

Halfway through, he chased that bastard legendary agent out of the car.

"It's not all my fault. Your whole body is stiff from nervousness. In order not to reveal your secrets, I have no choice but to help you out."

"roll!"

"That was just an ordinary kiss."

"goodbye!"

Brandt went home exhausted.

the next day,

Brandt noticed that the director of the CIA looked at him a little strangely.

'That must be the look in gay eyes! '

Brandt thought desperately.

He screamed in his heart: 'I'm fucking fed up!How can you be unlucky?come!Come on fucking me! FUCK! '

During the lunch break, the director stopped him in the office and said seriously, "Can we talk, Brandt?"

"Of course, Director." Brandt couldn't help but clenched his fists, but tried his best to keep his face expressionless.

He's waiting for a flurry of discussions, reprimands or warnings about 'lifestyle issues'.

"Actually..." Mr. Director coughed.

He straightened his back, and stroked the conspicuous purple tie that was specially put on on his chest with his hand, "Well...to find a lover, don't you think it's better to find someone from the same field, or someone who is older than you? You can have common words, common goals and pursuits, and take care of you, and then, the two of you can work together shoulder to shoulder."

"Uh...you make a lot of sense." Brandt opened those big innocent blue eyes.

He was a little confused about what the director meant, so that his expression looked confused and innocent.

"Okay!" Mr. Director swallowed, propping up the white wall of the office with one hand, brushing his hair back with the other, and said straight to the point, "What do you think of me, Brandt?"

With a 'bang', Brandt, who was greatly frightened, turned his head instinctively, only to see...

Benji dropped his laptop on the floor.

On his face, which was already full of comedy, there was an even more amusing stunned expression.

"Oh my God, Brandt, you're actually going to hook up rich guys!?"

He blurted out and yelled out.

"What rich man?" The chief, who was still waiting for a reply, stood up straight, a little dissatisfied with the interrupted confession, he frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Also, BenjiDunn, I remember that the area where you work is not here."

"Technical support." Benji hurriedly explained, "I work hard enough to be a role model. Besides, I didn't see or hear anything just now."

He drew a zipper movement on his mouth with his hand, and chattered endlessly, "Don't worry, I can keep it very secret, trust me, I am the safe..."

The director stared blankly at his chattering, and made various explanations for himself.

ignore these...

Poor staff officer Brandt, leaning on his desk with one hand and his chest with the other, felt that he needed a big bottle of 'quick-acting heart-relief pill' to come back to life.

"Shutup!" he yelled through gritted teeth.

'Are you all fucking here to play me? ' he thought in his heart.

Then, pointing to the office door, he said, "Now, Leavemealone."