TARGET TWO The Secret of the Mission Cards: What is the Mission? Part 3
The restaurant Duverger was talking about was really not far from the school, right at the school gate. This independent store had appeared without anyone noticing, and its speed was surprising.
Outside the bright red wall brick structure, the elegant small windows inlaid with black metal window frames make this restaurant with the "Ex" sign look very stylish.
"Duverger has good taste," Romanee agreed, crossing her arms. Nicole said to Havensted excitedly, "Look, this red color looks like blood from anatomy." Havensted looked at me with a fashion magazine in her arms, looking at me with longing, and said, "It would be great if I could dress up!" She looked at me with such eagerness that her eyes almost bleed!
"The chattering is so annoying." Duverg walked in first.
The girl group immediately burst into complaints and dissatisfaction, but Duverg only treated them as background music.
"Okay, let's go in. I'm so hungry." I persuaded Romani and the others, and quickly followed them in.
The interior of the restaurant is decorated in European style, with a very castle-like feel. Every exhibit and decoration has the style of 18th century European aristocrats, while being mixed with modern art styles, giving it a unique flavor.
We followed the polite waiter's instructions and came to a booth next to the fireplace. This booth was larger than the other booths in the entire store. In addition to one side next to the fireplace, it was surrounded by brown leather sofas with metal buckles on both sides, and in the middle was a small maple table. On the table were exquisite tableware and exhibits.
Duverger was already sitting on the sofa, his face was cold. At this moment, his refreshing short hair was draped over his full forehead, his bronze skin reflected a healthy halo, his facial features were three-dimensional, his figure was tall, and he always revealed a cold and domineering temperament. This was the handsome guy that many girls yearned for! At this moment, he had long eyelashes drooping, without any of the gentleness and thoughtfulness that girls like. Even when we came, he didn't even mean to ask us to sit down.
After waiting for a long while, Duverg pointed a finger at me and said sparingly, "You." Then he pointed to the sofa opposite him and said, "Sit down."
I smiled foolishly, feeling a little embarrassed. Was this guy going to ignore Romanee and the others completely? I glanced at Romanee and Nicole from the corner of my eye, but I didn't know that the three of them were already standing there in a trance, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button on them, with their expressions still frozen.
"They...what's wrong with them?" I hurried over and waved my hands in front of their eyes, but their dull eyes didn't respond at all.
"Don't worry, they are just immobilized." Duverg frowned, put two fingers on his chin, and said calmly, "It's all your fault. I was supposed to take you to the organization's secret base. But you insisted on bringing them here, so I can only let them suffer a little without hurting them."
"What did you say?" I sat down on the sofa, eyes wide open, and asked, "You said this is the organization's secret base?"
Duverg stared at my face and said, "You're a good-looking guy, why don't you have a brain?" He stood up, buried me in the shadow of his tall figure, looked down at me and said, "I hate it most when people repeat what I say and make me look stupid." After that, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and pressed a secret button on the side of the fireplace with the other hand.
The ground beneath my feet suddenly seemed to make a rumbling sound. A door opened behind the fireplace. From my angle, there was a long and narrow passage behind the door. The floor and ceiling of the passage were illuminated and guided by thin light blue strips.
"Let's go."
Duverger walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets.
I followed him, looking around like my eyes were not enough. I followed Duverg through several metal doors that required passwords to open, and finally walked into a small room.
The furnishings in the room were simple. In addition to a row of high-tech electronic instruments, there were many brightly colored flowers, each in a transparent glass container, with its roots soaked in fluorescent blue liquid .
"You're here!" The bald strong man Benny reluctantly greeted us. He held the glass flowerpot carefully in his hands. The red flowers were delicate and beautiful, and their roots were soaked in the bright blue liquid, growing healthily.
I suppressed my hunger and said hello to my mentor Benny with a wry smile: "Hi, mentor Benny."
Duverger also politely greeted his mentor Benny.
Mentor Benny waved his hand and said, "The signal receiving device was damaged this time. This is a big loss for the X-Agent Organization..."
As expected, the topic of the signal receiver came up. It looked like I was going to be criticized this time... I was nervous and prepared to accept the tutor's criticism.
But unexpectedly, Duverger spoke first: "It's not her fault. It's my fault that I didn't explain it clearly."
He actually took the initiative to take responsibility, which is rare, even incredible!
"No, no, no, it's my fault. I tampered with the instrument without permission and ended up destroying it..." The more I spoke, the less confident I became.
Unexpectedly, mentor Benny laughed, and the hideous centipede-shaped scar twisted as if alive. He laughed and said, "I don't mean to blame anyone. I want to say that although the damage of the instrument has caused losses to the X-Agent Organization, it is precisely because of the damage of the instrument that our intelligence will not be lost. Because we detected that someone secretly monitored our signal equipment. Before the precious intelligence was lost, the instrument was damaged by you in time. Graya, this time, you did a very good job!"
As my mentor Benny spoke, my mouth opened into an O shape, and I wondered in my heart: Is this true? Am I dreaming?
Dufoge, who was standing by, was obviously also shocked. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Teacher, are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, why do I feel like you are joking? Just tell me how you are going to punish me!" I said with a determined look on my face as if I was gritting my teeth.
Instructor Benny carefully placed the small flower in his palm on the shelf inside the instrument, then looked at me warily and locked the small door of the glass instrument. Then he straightened up and said to me: "What I said is true, but don't get excited, and keep working hard." To be honest, he told me not to get excited because he was afraid that I would do something bad!
Duverger held his forehead, sweating profusely, and said, "Add an extra 10 points to the response score for this assessment."
I laughed out loud, "Great! I got 10 extra points! Thank you, instructor, thank you, organization, hahahaha." But I was devastated: If I only got 10 points this month, would I be kicked out of the organization? Because I had no idea what the task was!
Instructor Benny patted me on the shoulder and said, "Work hard, we all believe in you!"
"Are you optimistic about me? Is that true? Hahaha!" But, who is the kind angel who can tell me the contents of my task card?
Duverger and mentor Benny were still talking. It was nothing more than that since the signal receiving equipment was damaged, this place would be a temporary base to facilitate the organization's task assignment. I didn't want to listen to anything else because my mind was full of my mission card. Finally, I finished my conversation with my mentor while grinning the whole time.
Duverger led me out of the secret passage, and the gentle sunlight surrounded me again. We returned to the booth in the restaurant, and Romanee and the others were still standing there with blank expressions. We had been standing there for at least an hour, and they had been standing there the whole time. This was really enough for them.
Duverger snapped his fingers at the three of them, and they recovered from the freeze mode. The first feeling they had after they recovered was extreme fatigue.
"Oh, why am I so tired?" Romani didn't care about her manners anymore and sat down on the leather sofa. Nicole and Havensteen also sat down quickly. They all covered their heads, looking dizzy and uncomfortable.
Romani said, "I don't know why I feel so dizzy all of a sudden." Nicole also said, "Yeah, why do I feel like my head is empty?" Havensteen covered his head and said, "It feels like I just rode a roller coaster for more than 20 times!"
I smiled foolishly and said, "Are you okay?"
Romanie waved her hands and said to us, "I don't know why I suddenly feel so uncomfortable. It's strange! I'm going to see my personal doctor. I'm leaving first." After that, she walked out of the restaurant with the support of the other two followers.
Dufoge said nothing more, put his hands in his pockets, stood up and was about to leave. Before leaving, he said to me: "If you need to contact the organization in the future, come to me first. If you can't find , use this to send a signal." After that, he took out a watch from his pocket. This watch looks like an ordinary electronic watch, but it is a sophisticated micro signal transmitter.
My mind was empty. I put the watch away, hung my head in distress and couldn't say a word, because I might have to say goodbye to this watch with only 10 minutes left next month.
