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"Here are all the videos I found from the airport surveillance...,"

Remus nodded to Hunter and pointed to the laptop computer beside him.

"It's all here, right up until the moment things got out of control, and this is the video captured through your sunglasses. I've been doing facial recognition comparisons with everyone who was there at the time. Can you see anything?"

“They all look like ghosts!”

Looking at the expressionless tourists in the surveillance video, Hunter looked at Remus.

"Ghosts don't have shadows..."

Remus shook his head and brought up a picture showing an old man wearing sunglasses. "This old man is the only one without an identity in the entire airport! He is also the only one who left no trace at the airport, except for this reflection."

Peggy said, "You mean, his traces were cleared? Or was it done in real time?"

Recalling the scene he had seen, Hunter cried out, "It's the intelligence! The intelligence is protecting him!"

Margaret asked, "You saw him, didn't you?"

Hunter shook his head: "I wasn't sure at the time!"

Looking at Hunter's expression, Elizabeth was a little worried: "Who is that guy?"

"A man I thought was long dead,"

Hunter still couldn't believe it: "That was a long time ago, before I joined the special mission team, before I made that choice! You can even say that he made me who I am today."

Remus was curious: "What's his name?"

"He calls himself Gabriel,"

As Olivia spoke, everyone in the room turned their eyes to her.

Margaret asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Olivia shook her head. "No one really knows him. There is no record of his past. The intelligence helped him achieve this. He is the embodiment of evil and the messenger chosen by the intelligence... In his eyes, death is his gift to the world."

Hunter frowned: "How do you know him?"

"I always thought this was a legend. I saw his story on a website... Now it seems like it should be a record?"

Olivia said, "These were in my previous internal files at MI6, but when I went to look at them again, they were gone."

Elizabeth glanced at Olivia. She was obviously used to her friend's behavior. She didn't bother to ask how she saw it. She said, "Some people in the Sixth Department are also worried that the Intelligent Body will fall into the hands of the British government."

Margaret continued: "…any attempt to prevent this will be considered treason."

"So you have left the organization?"

Looking at Elizabeth, Hunter asked, "So your friend asked you for help?"

"They know Gabriel is working for the Intellect,"

Elizabeth nodded. "They also knew he would go to Istanbul to look for the other half of a cross key, so I got a head start on him."

"No wonder Diego put a bounty on your life,"

Hunter suddenly realized: "So you went to hide in the desert, who knew those bounty hunters would still find you?"

Elizabeth nodded: "That's right!"

Peggy asked, "So, did your friends tell you what the key opened?"

"MI6 believes that the key may be able to unlock the source code of the intelligence body." Elizabeth said.

"source code?"

Peggy and Remus looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Hunter looked at Elizabeth: "So when are you going to tell me?"

After a pause, Elizabeth said, "Didn't I tell you now?"

Hunter didn't hesitate any longer and continued to ask, "How did your friends in MI6 contact you? Did you talk to them or meet them in person?"

"I've left the organization,"

Elizabeth shook her head. "They can't risk coming to see me, so all the contacts..."

Elizabeth was stunned at this point, and she seemed to know what went wrong.

Hunter said in a hoarse voice:
"All electronically, and digitally?"

Elizabeth said slowly: "We can't be sure that it is the intelligent body!"

Remus sighed, "Not sure it isn't."

"Apart from this conversation, we can't be sure of any information from outside..." Hunter also sighed: "You shouldn't come here."

"Hunter..."

Elizabeth was about to say something when Hunter interrupted her: "No, you don't understand Gabriel, but I do! He doesn't enjoy killing itself, but the pain that killing brings.

He knows exactly how to deal with me, and that is through you! If Gabriel knows about me, the intelligence will know too, and it must have its reasons for wanting me here, just like it wants you to come here too, this is the intelligence's intention!"

Thinking of the question when defusing the bomb, Peggy said absentmindedly: "Who, or what is most important to you?"

Hunter said anxiously: "Hurry up and leave, all of you, leave!"

Peggy shook her head. "Hunter, what if that was his goal? Just like you got us out of the airport."

Elizabeth chimed in, "What if it just wants you to go to the party alone?"

Hunter still insisted: "Then let it be as it wishes. At least, I don't have to worry about your safety!"

"That's why I didn't tell you at first." Looking at Hunter, Elizabeth smiled bitterly.

Remus said, "Hunter, you are playing four-dimensional chess with a computer algorithm."

Peggy said:

"The intelligence knows us very well. It may have taken our actions into consideration. Our every move may have been predicted by it. If you want to defeat the intelligence, you must think like it. It must be cold, ruthless, and logical."

"If that key can really control the intelligent body,"

Elizabeth's expression was serious: "Then Gabriel must not get it no matter what!"

"Elizabeth is right, Hunter!"

Margaret said: "We can't let Gabriel get the key. Compared with this mission, our lives are not worth mentioning."

Hunter slowly swept his eyes over his companions and shook his head: "I will never accept it!"

After saying that, Hunter turned and left the room.

"Let him calm down first!"

Seeing Hunter walking out, Elizabeth stopped several of her companions who wanted to follow him out and said, "I'll go see him."

In the setting sun, the sunlight shone on Hunter's face, but there was no trace of warmth.

Elizabeth walked over slowly, leaned on the railing next to Hunter, and looked at the scenery in the distance. After a while, she said, "This is my first time in Venice!"

“It’s my first time here too!”

Hunter turned and looked at Elizabeth, his voice much softer. "Yeah!"

Elizabeth could no longer control her thoughts, so she leaned on Hunter's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

...............

As night falls, the lights are on.

Ancient Venice was shrouded in tranquility. In this water city, the Duke's Palace was brightly lit, laughter and joy filled the air, and a grand dinner was being held here.

On both sides of the narrow canal, you can hear melodious piano music and cheerful laughter. The atmosphere of the dinner party is getting stronger and stronger, and guests are arriving one after another. They are wearing gorgeous dresses, wearing exquisite feather decorations on their heads, chatting and laughing, as if they are aristocrats from another era.

The hall was magnificent, with exquisite murals and sculptures that were dazzling. The huge crystal chandelier emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime. Guests walked through the hall, chatting with each other, enjoying delicious food and mellow wine.

The dinner table was filled with a variety of delicacies, from traditional Italian cuisine to specialties from around the world. The delicious dishes were mouth-watering, and while people were tasting the food, they were also exchanging stories and experiences with each other.

As the dinner progressed, the music performers took to the stage to bring wonderful performances to the guests. The graceful dancing, beautiful singing, and wonderful drama performances pushed the atmosphere of the dinner to one climax after another.

"How about buying you a drink?"

A man with gray hair and beard, about fifty years old, wearing a white custom-made suit, walked towards Grace.

Grace, who was looking around, turned around and declined, "Sorry... I'm waiting for someone!"

The grey-haired old man smiled and said, "Really? Me too! We can wait together. My name is Gabriel."

Grace was obviously in no mood to pay attention to an old man's chat, and shrugged: "Whatever."

"Are you Grace?"

Gabriel smiled faintly and took a sip from his glass.

Grace looked around and realized that the female killer who had been chasing her and Hunter had sat down at a nearby table. She said hurriedly, "The thing is not with me!"

"I didn't expect you to bring it."

Gabriel said expressionlessly, "Besides, I'm not here for the key."

Grace looked at Gabriel nervously: "So what do you want?"

Gabriel put down his glass and said, "Since we are all waiting for someone, let me tell you a little story."

"Obviously, you're not the one I want to see."

Grace said and turned to leave.

"It's your story, Grace. I know how it ends. Let me buy you a drink and maybe I can change it."

Gabriel's words made Grace stop.

Looking at Grace who turned back, Gabriel smiled and continued:

"It's important to realize that you're not that special. Thirty years ago, there was a girl called Mary. She was the first woman who believed in our friend. Those women all had what he wanted. They all had their own dilemmas. At least that's what he would say. Does it sound familiar?"

Grace couldn't help but ask, "What happened to that Mary?"

"All the women he used had the same fate, just like the people who touched that key."

Gabriel replied: "He doesn't care about the lives of those people. He only cares about his own goals. And now, the only person standing in his way is you."

Grace stared at Gabriel: "Why should I believe you?"

"Indeed not," Gabriel shook his head.
"You've stepped into a world of lies where no one tells the truth. When he says he'll protect you, remember what I just said."

"Grace!"

Just then, Hunter came over, and was stunned when he saw the person standing with Grace.

The female killer behind Gabriel stood up and walked over, drawing her sword from her waist. She stared closely at Hunter and Elizabeth who were walking over, ready for battle.

Gabriel greeted Hunter: "Long time no see, Hunter."

Hunter forced himself to suppress the impulse in his heart and stared at Gabriel, saying bitterly: "You should have killed me back then!"

"Good evening, everyone. Unfortunately, this identity is fake."

At this moment, a woman with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a neat suit, came over, walked straight to Hunter and stroked his cheek: "But before you tell me your real name, I have to continue to call you Lark."

Seeing the White Widow coming over, his body stiffened, and he secretly glanced at Elizabeth. Hunter said awkwardly: "Nice to meet you, Alona!"

"You are Gabriel, right? Am I right?"

Alona pulled Hunter's tie hard, smiled, then turned and walked towards Gabriel, with a seductive look:

"I really know nothing about you. You are much more handsome than I imagined. You are really a gentleman with elegant manners."

Seeing Alona teasing Gabriel, Hunter and Elizabeth both looked a little ugly.

Alona turned to look at Grace: "You are Grace, right?"

Today's accidents happened one after another, leaving Grace a little overwhelmed: "Should I know you?"

Alona smiled and said, "You should have what I want."

Grace suddenly realized: "It's you. You hired me?"

"I chose you on purpose,"

There was an inexplicable smile on Alona's lips.

Behind her, a man wearing a red suit and looking like a bodyguard walked towards Grace with a moustache and an expressionless face.

Grace quickly winked at Hunter, but Hunter was being watched by several bodyguards and couldn't get away at all, so he could only stand aside.

Grace thought quickly and just when the mustache was close to her, she raised her hand naturally, and when her palm slid across the man's clothes, she put the key into his pocket silently.

The man with a mustache casually pulled off Grace's coat and threw it to the bodyguard beside him, asking him to check it, and then he began to search Grace's body carefully.

After checking, the man with the mustache turned to look at Alona and shook his head: "It's not on her."

Alona asked, "Where is the key?"

Grace gritted her teeth and said, "In a place you would never expect to be in!"

"Why don't we go upstairs and have a drink together?"

Alona turned and looked at Hunter with a frivolous look in her eyes.

"I am just a middleman connecting buyers and sellers."

After inviting Grace, Hunter, Elizabeth and Gabriel to the room upstairs, Alona lay down on the sofa and said:

"Sometimes it's for money, sometimes it's for information, but most of the time it's for friendship! I want everyone to get along well, especially with me.

However, the world is changing, the truth is becoming blurred, war is about to break out, and the key to this new world is actually a key. A key that can control intelligence, a key that all countries are willing to spend huge sums of money to buy. And a group of my good friends, I mean the nuclear powers, and a few small countries asked me to find this key for them. "

Hunter said, "That's normal, but if you find the key, you will be in a dilemma."

Elizabeth continued: "The party that gets the key will be forever grateful to you, and for other countries, you will be their eternal enemy!"

(End of this chapter)