Here Is the Point We Stop Chapter 6

"Why are you covering me? Why don't you let me talk? Are you really planning to date him later?" Elliot slapped Leon's hand away unhappily, stared at him for a few seconds, and gave Leon a look on his face before he could speak. He said sadly: "You have fallen!"

Leon sneered and planned not to argue with him, but he couldn't bear his bad temper.

"Is your brain just a decoration?" Leon said, "If you want to break up with him now, what will happen to the mission in the future? If you can find a way to get the information out of him now, then you can break it up as you like. I do not mind."

"But" Leon grabbed Elliot's collar fiercely, and the distance between the two shortened instantly, and his breathing could be heard. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you are just hot-headed and do such a mindless thing, it will leave you with nothing." I'm a mess, don't blame me for not sparing you!"

After saying that, he pushed Elliot away hard, and his mood worsened when he saw the wrinkles on his clothes. His breath was stagnant, unable to accept it, and he stretched out his hand to straighten him.

Unhappy: "Sloppy."

Matsuda was stunned for a while, and was awakened by Leon's men slapping his collar mercilessly. He smiled and said, "It's okay to be sloppy, anyway, you are here."

Then he stared blankly at Leon for a few seconds, and blurted out: "I realize this is the first time I've heard you say so many words at once. How many more words?"

Leon's face was expressionless: "Get out."

"Say a few more words! Hey, the longest sentence you said last time was only fifty-one words. I forgot to count this time. Why don't you stop repeating it and let me count it!" Matsuda Formation Ping discovered a new pleasure. He found it interesting and clamored for Leon to say a few more words.

"Are you annoyed?" Leon was annoyed by his noise, "I don't usually see you talking so much?"

"16! You don't talk much normally!" Elliot counted for him, "I don't find it annoying. Don't you think it's a blessing to have someone to talk to? And God created the mouth and tongue for people to talk. Otherwise, why would they be idle, waiting for them to rot on your head?"

"Of course, it may also be for K!ssing---say a few more words!" Matsuda urged.

Leon's eyelids twitched, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and closed his mic manually: "Shut up!"

Elliot had his mouth covered by him for the second time today. This time the man was more ruthless and covered his nose. It seemed that he wanted to suffocate him to death.

Elliot decided to stop while he was ahead and stopped making trouble for him, raising his hands to promise that he would not talk too much anymore.

Leon let go of his hand, and the hot breath on his palm made him feel uncomfortable. He shook his hand, really wanting to give it up, and finally wiped it on Elliot's body.

Wipe your hands.

Matsuda Jinping was speechless.

I haven't seen this guy's mysophobia so severe even when he was covered in blood.

After Matsuda fell silent, the whole world fell silent.

Leon felt extremely relieved. He finally had time to remember the mission. He glanced around the hall and suddenly remembered something very important: "Whose mission is this?"

Elliot: "You ask me?"

Leon: "Forget it."

Asking is in vain.

He simply changed the question: "Where are the Damien people?"

"I don't know," Matsuda said. "After we came in, we didn't know where we went. We were told to wait here and not run around. We were also told that we were not needed for this mission and that we didn't need to learn. We just had to wait for the retreat."

"Oh, by the way," Matsuda suddenly remembered, "He asked us to go to a place close to the door, maybe to facilitate our escape--I don't know what he was going to do."

Leon frowned. The organization's missions have always been "irreversible". Once they are released, someone must complete them. Otherwise, they will remain on the bounty list and then a lucky audience will be randomly selected to complete them.

But these are a few cases. In most cases, the boss chooses or the members receive it on their own. Once a task is confirmed, they will spend a long time and a lot of energy on task planning. In order to ensure that the task is completed, they usually conduct countless rehearsals. Therefore, under normal circumstances, they already know the outcome of the task when doing it. .

There will generally not be too much deviation during the task process, unless there are force majeure factors.

This mission is just to visit during the day, and the real action is at night. But Damien is sending a message of retreat now...

Leon always felt that something was not right.

There was a sense of irritability about a storm coming. The last time I had this feeling was three years ago. When Elliot first came into contact with bombs, he made a bomb himself on a whim. In the end, the line contact was poor and almost flattened their safe house.

Fortunately, Leon couldn't stay in the house and dragged Elliot to the training ground for a fight.

Leon looked around the living room again, but still couldn't find even a suspicious figure, so he didn't care.

Anyway, this mission is not directly related to them, so why should he worry about it.

"Why..."

Jinpei Matsuda suddenly sighed.

Leon: "What?"

"It's nothing," Matsuda said, "I'm just a little tired."

Leon suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

His little tame dye partner clung to him as if he had no bones, hugging his shoulders and resting his head on his neck. His curled hair rubbed against his collar, and his skin felt itchy.

He lowered his voice and said, "Let me lean on you for a moment."

Without even raising his eyelids, Leon raised his hand to move his head, and then continued to look at his phone.

"Why..."

Matsuda sighed again and moved back persistently. He leaned over and took a look at the messages on his phone - he didn't understand them, they were all in Russian.

He had a question mark on his face: "What are you looking at? Is this a secret to prevent me?"

"That's good to know." Leon closed his phone and pushed his head again, "If you don't want your spine anymore, I can help you deal with it."

The man was still lying on top of him like a piece of wood. Leon moved his hand down and pressed the back of his neck through his collar.

His hands are always cold and can be felt through a layer of fabric.

"Are you really going to do it?!" Elliot was frightened by his pressure, and immediately jumped up and covered his neck, saying angrily: "I dare say that if you were a little more gentle, even if you spoke a little more nicely, our relationship would not be so bad now!"

Leon smiled coldly, meaning you think I want to have a good relationship with you? It’s still gentle, just go ahead and dream!

Jinpei Matsuda felt depressed, but he had no way to deal with it.

He adjusted his collar and sat back down after Leon stopped looking at him.

There was still a gap between Leon and the sofa, so Matsuda leaned back so that Leon could sink half of his body into his arms. He adjusted his position according to this posture, pushed Leon's hair to the other side, put his hands on his waist, then found a comfortable position on the side of his neck and leaned up, feeling the familiar warmth of Xiao Tongran. He breathed and closed his eyes comfortably, but he didn't deliberately bother him again.

As for Leon, he has been patient since he was a child and can completely ignore this person.

When Elliot said he was tired, he was not lying. After just a few seconds, he could hear a very even breathing sound.

Leon continued to open his mobile phone to read the message sent by the letter. It was not that he didn't want to show it to Jinpei Matsuda, he just simply felt annoyed with this guy and wanted to tease him.

The text message was in Russian and came from Victor. This man was recently addicted to being a businessman and was running around the world. Now he may be in the Soviet Union and do as the Romans do, or he may be deliberately showing off his poor Russian proficiency.

Although Leon is not a native Soviet speaker, he has studied Russian before and has lived in the Soviet Union. His Russian must be much better than Victor's half-baked Russian.

Therefore, when he read the letter, he did not raise his eyebrows.

He ignored the inexplicable lexical errors and messy grammatical errors, and finally extracted a meaning from his letter:

[I have booked tickets for you and Martini to go to Hawaii. Let's spend the winter here. Remember your birthdays are coming soon. I happen to be going to Hawaii on a business trip next week. I will take you out to celebrate your birthdays. As for the boss, don't worry. He has already given his permission. Not only that, he will also introduce you to some elders.]

The words are very kind and the tone is very gentle. It looks like a letter home from an elder to a younger one.

But the premise is that this is not someone from the organization.

Leon stared at the message for a while, then replied: [No money, tear up the ticket. ]