The three of them came to Mrs. M's office. As soon as they entered, Mrs. M introduced them to Bond. "Bond, this is the chairman of the Safety Committee, Garris Mallory. Mallory, this is Bond."
As a subordinate, Bond took the initiative to greet him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mallory. I'm James Bond."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bond."
"Well, gentlemen, please take a seat."
After everyone was seated, Mrs. M took Bond's test report and lied through her teeth. "It seems that your performance is not bad. Your overall score is just enough. You can be reinstated, Bond."
"Thank you." Bond stood up and nodded to Mrs. M with a smile. Then he and Mrs. M looked at each other and wanted to slip away. "Well, you guys go ahead. I'll go out and do something."
"Wait." Garris stared at Mrs. M meaningfully and said, "Maybe I saw it wrong, or maybe there's something wrong with my ears.
Who can tell me that a special agent who failed a psychological evaluation is reinstated so hastily? This is not only irresponsible to the special agent, but also a blasphemy to the rules and regulations.
I think Bond's reinstatement needs to be further observed. At the same time,,,,,. "
"Stop." Mrs. M frowned and interrupted Garris. "If you want to give an order, please go back to the Safety Committee to get my dismissal order. Otherwise, I can use any special agent I want. In the Special Task Force, except for Big Boss and the Minister of Security, I have the final say."
"But you're doing him a disservice." Garris pointed to Bond's white beard. "He just suffered a very serious injury. I don't think a man over 40 can recover completely in such a short time. No one in the Special Task Force needs a man who's almost 40 years old to fight in the front line. We have to give the young people a chance."
"Sorry to disturb you." Bond stared at Garris expressionlessly. When everyone looked at him, he said, "Sorry, I'm very confused. Since when can a 32-year-old man be called a 40-year-old man? Even if you're lying, you have to be more reliable."
"Haha, but you don't look any different from a man in his 40s or 50s." William, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said. Garris couldn't help but laugh.
Everyone knew the results of the test. Bond, who had been playing well during the test, couldn't refute William's words.
William continued, "I'm curious why a man who was shot by his own men and almost died after falling from a bridge dozens of meters high didn't take the opportunity to retire after escaping death. You know, very few people in the frontline secret service have the opportunity to retire safely.
Therefore, I can't help but suspect that some people might harbor resentment and come back with some ulterior motives. "
"Bang!" A loud sound of someone slapping the table was heard.
"Enough, William." M stared at William angrily. "You can doubt Bond's ability, but I won't allow you to doubt his loyalty. Doubting him means doubting me.
Also, you can't force a seriously injured person to come back before his condition is stable. "
"I'm sorry, madam. Since he's injured, why didn't he report it to us? Why didn't he go back to England for treatment? Why did he hide in Morocco instead?
I remember that it's been more than ten days since the incident in the Special Task Force. Mr. Bond only came back now, so I have to doubt his loyalty. No one knows what he did outside for more than ten days.
Is it because he harbors resentment and doesn't want to come back to serve the country, or that shot destroyed his fighting spirit and made him afraid to come back? No matter what the situation is, Mr. Bond is no longer suitable for field missions. I suggest that he be transferred to the logistics department or train the newcomers. Make use of his remaining energy. "
"Make use of his remaining energy? Ha, it sounds nice, but it's actually to monitor me." Bond stared blankly at William and Gallis. "You can fire me, but don't think about insulting me."
"Gentlemen, today's meeting is over. The rest is an internal matter of the Special Task Force. As long as I'm still in charge of the Special Task Force, it's not up to you two to tell me what to do."
M pointed to the office door and said rudely, "Get out. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."
Gallis stood up and straightened his suit. With a gloomy face, he said, "Madam, I'll report today's situation to the Minister of Security. You'll be questioned by the Security Committee."
These words were just for show. They didn't scare M.
After William and Gallis left, M said to Bond, "Don't mess it up. Otherwise, I may be kicked out before I retire."
"Understood." Bond nodded firmly.
Bond couldn't bear to see her like this. He walked to the table and turned off the recorder. He lowered his head and said in M's ear, "Sorry, Madam. Everything just now was planned by me and William. It was just for the minutes of the meeting."
Then Bond pointed to the recorder on the table.
"Well, plan? What plan? "
Bond secretly looked at Bill. M shook his head. "Don't worry, Bill can be trusted."
Since M said so, Bond didn't hide anything and told him about William's judgment and plan.
After hearing Bond's words, M sat in the chair and murmured, "I didn't expect the opponent to be Silva. With his character, your plan might really succeed. Damn, I was too careless. I always thought that bastard had sacrificed himself for the country. I even engraved his real name on the Merit Wall."
"May I ask why you gave up on Silva? From what William said, it seems that you deliberately exposed his whereabouts, and that's why he was captured by a certain country."
Bond hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart.
"Oh, if it were you, would you exchange a disobedient subordinate for six arrested men?"
M said calmly, "You should know what happened in the year 7991. When the return of XX was irreversible, Silva ignored the situation and orders and secretly attacked the network of a country in the east. He was caught.
In this case, even if I didn't want to, I had to give him up in the face of a country's questioning and the death of six men. "
"I shouldn't have let Silva go three years ago. I didn't expect that Silva could escape from that country." M laughed. "Do you believe that he escaped by himself?"
Bond smiled. How could Silva escape by himself if no one let him go?
"So, this time I want you to catch him alive. No one is allowed to contact him without my permission. I have a lot of things to ask him."
M said seriously, "If the situation is urgent, I authorize you to kill him directly. He knows too much. No matter if he is caught by the enemy or the opponent, he is a threat to us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, madam." Bond nodded.
"Ring, ring, ring." Bond's phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was William's call. Bond hurriedly put his finger to his mouth. "Shh, it's William's call."
M and Bill nodded before Bond picked up the phone.
After pressing the speaker button, the three of them heard William say, "You have a job to do, Craig. Patrick will arrive in Los Angeles at 8: 15 p.m. the day after tomorrow. Your task is to kill Patrick in front of a woman named Seveline.
Don't ask me why. Just do as I say. When you see Seveline in the Golden Dragon Hotel in the Eastern Gambling City, you will understand why.
Say hello to M and Bill for me. Tell Bill that his surprised look is really ugly.
In the end, Mr. Craig had an accident because of your big mouth. I hope you won't regret it. "
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