"Knock"

The sound of fingers knocking on the iron gate was low, echoing in the dark alley of Lane 16 of Craftsman Avenue, a guy about 35 or 6 years old dressed in ordinary workers' clothes was carrying half a bottle of wine in his hand, looking drunk, he looked left and right from time to time, and in the depths of that drunken eye, there was a cold light shining.

"Boom... Boom"

Five seconds later, there were two rhythmic knocks on the door, but the door in front of him was still closed, and after another five seconds, the drunk man staggered to the iron door, raised his fists, and slapped the door with both hands as if he was crazy.

The form is crazy and full of the antics expected of an alcoholic, but if you listen carefully, there are no more knocks on the door, exactly 27 times.

"Click"

The lookout on the iron door was pulled open from the inside, and a black iron dwarf in a robe stared vigilantly at the drunkard outside the door with fiery red eyes, and he lowered his thick voice and said in a deep voice:

"Fuck off! It says at the door, strangers, drunkards, and dogs are not allowed to enter! Are you blind? ”

"Come on, man."

The drunken human worker raised his hand, took a sip of the only remaining wine from the bottle, then wiped his mouth and burped disgustingly:

"Long live the Dark Blade! Long live the Black Iron! I love this place..."

"Bang"

After a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside, and the drunkard lying on the door fell into the house in the dark alley, and the black iron dwarf poked his head out, looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there were no visions around, he slammed the iron door shut, and then quickly locked the seven locks behind the door one by one.

Behind him, the drunkard stood up in the darkness with the dust off his body, his eyes shining with shrewdness and skill, and where there was still a hint of drunkenness, he muttered:

"Which genius the hell came up with this program... Every time I came home after the joint, my wife wouldn't let me get drunk and go to bed, damn it. ”

This complaint made the black iron dwarf who had closed the door couldn't help but raise his head and look at the ordinary worker in front of him, and the dwarf whispered:

"Do you want me to remind you, Bond, about who you really are? When you wanted to get married, I said you were dizzy, have you ever wondered what that poor woman will do once your identity is revealed? ”

This rhetorical question made the human man named Bond pause for a moment, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said with a nonchalant face:

"It's just a disguise, old Figo, aren't you the same? What about your two sons? Did you drive them away again? ”

The black iron dwarf snorted, lifted the chandelier from his hand, and in the light of the lantern in his hand, he led the man all the way to the depths of his house, and the old dwarf said as he walked:

"It is enough for one of the Figo family to do their duty to the queen, my sons have nothing to do with it, I never involve them, they both have a great future..."

As he spoke, the old dwarf lowered his voice:

"Hell, why is it at this time, I was already planning to wash my hands two months ago."

"Come on, Figo, you and I both know."

The human man who followed the dwarf put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder, and he looked at the passage that was slowly coming to the end in front of him, and he said:

"When we set foot on this path, we knew... There is no turning back for us. ”

When these words were spoken, both men fell silent, they lost interest in chatting, walked in the darkness and entered the basement of this house, where, in the dim light, several people were already waiting for them.

The composition of these men was complex, there were humans, dwarves, and a gnome in a mechanic's uniform, and his clothes were stained with oil, and it looked like he had just come from the workshop.

"Bond, you're late."

An ordinary-looking man with dark eyes stared at Bond, and he calmly made a joke that wasn't funny:

"I thought you had defected... Just like Eddie, I think you remember when we executed that traitor with our own hands, right? ”

"It's not funny! Harold. ”

Bond glared at the joking man, he walked under the dim light, there was a table with a rough map on it, and some signs, Bond looked at the map and the sign on it, as an old member of the Lordaeron intelligence organization since childhood, he could see at a glance the scale of the operation... It's huge.

"We've been lurking in the Black Iron Zone for almost 5 years, and we used to do small jobs like sneaking information or samples..."

Bond picked up the glass and took a sip of ice-cold water, and he glanced at the silent man, Harold, one of the 13 leaders of the Imperial Secret Agents in the Federated District, a real agent, meticulous and murderous.

At the moment when he saw Harold's serious eyes, Bond seemed to remember the scene where he followed Harold to execute those defecting agents, those splashes of blood, the whimpering before death, the despair and fear, made him subconsciously clench the cold glass of water in his hand, perhaps to relieve the tension in his heart, Bond couldn't help but point on the map with his finger, he asked:

"So, this time it's the real "big job", right? ”

"Big, big kind."

Harold answered Bond's question with an icy smile, which also sent chills down the spine of the other members of the basement, for the agent industry, except for the kind of crazy person who naturally likes to walk in the dark, no one would want to do this job for a long time, and the task of an agent has a characteristic, small work is less risky, big work is more risky.

And in terms of the "expectation" that Harold is showing now, this mission is estimated to put everyone present on a tightrope risk, and no normal person will like to take risks, even real agents.

"Bang Bang"

Harold stretched out his finger and tapped on the rough map in front of him, drawing everyone's attention to himself, he glanced at everyone with a very threatening gaze, and then coughed lightly:

"Don't worry, guys, I know what you're hesitating about, but listen to me, this operation doesn't require our involvement, understand? The base camp will send enough elite men to infiltrate the Darkhearth, well, maybe they're already in, and we're going to do something very simple, at 11 o'clock tomorrow night, find a way to make a little "noise" in the factory area to create an opportunity for the Assassins who have infiltrated the city. ”

"Albin, did I get you the explosives?"

Harold looked at the gnome standing in the chair, the gnome in the oil-stained clothes, with flexible eyes, and dyed blue hair, glanced at the boss in fear, and then nodded reluctantly:

"It's done, and it's enough to blow up one twentieth of a city."

He said in a high-pitched voice characteristic of a dwarf:

"It's in the warehouse of the Isaac Mining Company, I'm in charge of the warehouse right now, and you can pick it up at any time."

"Good!"

Harold nodded in satisfaction, looked at the men beside him, and his finger tapped vigorously on the three dots on the map, and then said:

"Bond goes to District 1, Halver District 2, Brothers Grimm is in charge of District 3, listen, all we've got to do is plant the explosives, wipe out our tracks, and light it, and the rest is none of our business, understand? Brothers. ”

"The mission given to us by the Empire is much more than that, we need to protect ourselves and continue to serve the Empire as useful..."

As Harold spoke, he took something out of his pocket and placed it in Bond's hand, and he accentuated his voice:

"This is a reward from the King of Arthas, Bond, the King was so pleased with the sample weapons you got last month that he even gave you the status of a lord out of the ordinary! Although this glory cannot be made public, the whole kingdom and even the whole empire will remember you and remember us... You deserve it! ”

Bond touched the cold metal object in his hand, it was a delicate coat of arms, representing his new glory, which was precious to an agent walking in the dark, which meant that as long as he could end his current undercover mission and return to the Empire's territory, he would become a true nobleman.

But during the time he was lurking, this delicate gadget, once discovered, was enough to kill him, and the person who did the secret work should not be too famous.

The Imperial agents who were once lurking in the Federation at the same time as Bond have not existed in ten, some have died in the battle of wits and courage with the necromantic agents, some have chosen to defect, and the rest are the same as him, silently insisting in the dark, the matter of the Empire's westward crossing has dealt a great blow to these loyal agents, and in those months, many agents have chosen to leave in a daze, or simply surrender to the Federation.

It was a tumultuous time, but then the reconnection with the Empire put the daily activities of the agents back on track, and oh, it's worth mentioning that Bond and his current wife got married during that chaotic time.

"Alright, brothers!"

Harold propped his hands on the table, and there was a glint of spirit in his gloomy eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Empire's counterattack will be carried out by our own hands, and we will use a brilliant firework to announce to the miscellaneous who have betrayed the race and stood with the undead that the Empire will never admit defeat! Humanity is supreme! The Empire is supreme! ”

"Go, brothers, tomorrow night, we will fulfill our mission!"

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In the dark room, Bond was leaning back on the soft sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the darkness in front of him, on the table in front of him, an open bottle of rum, and the delicate coat of arms in his hand, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Ding Dong"

The door that was pushed open rang the wind chimes in the doorway, and the sudden sound made Bond, who was sitting on the sofa, subconsciously raise his head, and the shield in his palm disappeared as if by magic between the shaking of his fingers.

The bright gas lamp was turned on, and Mrs. Bond, who was holding a bag of vegetables and food, walked into the room, who seemed to be in a very good mood, she put the food in the mechanical refrigerator, and then walked into the living room, and saw her husband who was drinking, which made Mrs. Bond's good mood immediately fly out of the clouds.

She crossed her hips and folded her arms as she stared at her husband from behind, and after a moment she asked:

"Why didn't you go to work today? Do you know how much we have to pay this month? And the rent... Didn't we say we were going to save up to buy a house in North County or a small farm in the Wild West? Have you forgotten everything? ”

This series of questions made Bond not interested in answering at all, and the poor woman did not know that she was just one of the senior secret agent Bond used to disguise her identity... Prop.

Seeing that her husband did not answer, Mrs. Bond became even more angry, she stepped forward angrily, threw a folded piece of paper on the table in front of Bond's eyes, and then turned around and walked back to the bedroom, the sound of high heels and the floor colliding in the house, this kind of quarrel between ordinary people made Bond very disgusted, and he even had the idea of slamming the door and leaving.

"I must have been dizzy."

Bond shook his head, and he felt more and more that old Figo's complaint was correct, and as a disgraceful agent, he shouldn't have married... But who's sure about hormones?

The drunken veteran agent picked up his glass, then picked up the origami that his wife had thrown on the table, opened it in a nonchalant manner, and glanced at it.

"Bang"

The half-poured glass fell to the floor, the shattered glass falling everywhere, and the bloody liquor soaked the hem of Bond's pajamas, but the agent felt like he was petrified.

"Bang"

As if there was a sudden outburst of emotion, he slammed his fist on the table in front of him, like a beast, and threw it away, which startled the angry Mrs. Bond, and she hurried out of the bedroom, only to see her husband as angry as a lion, in a gesture of madness that she had never seen before.

The poor woman from the Arathi Heights was horrified by the sight before her, the Bond she knew, the somewhat shy middle-aged man, was gone, and in his place was another devil who seemed to dominate his body.

Feeling the noise coming from behind him, Bond turned his head, he breathed like an angry orc, but the moment he saw his wife, the murderous look in his eyes became gentle in an instant, he looked at the messy floor under his feet a little bewildered, he took a deep breath, and then slowly walked to his wife's side, knelt down on one knee, and put his ear to his wife's abdomen.

He asked in a tone of tenderness that he had never felt before:

"Is it true? My Hers? I have a baby, right? Sorry, I'm just, I'm just too excited... Something, something I have to arrange... But I need to make sure you're not lying to me, are you? ”

"Of course, my Bond, didn't you keep telling me that you wanted a child? You see, the Light has once again favored us. ”

Mrs. Bond stretched out her hand and stroked Bond's hair as if she were taking care of a child, and at this moment, she felt extremely warm, and this poor woman, who had lost everything in the war, once again felt the warmth of home.

Pity... She didn't know that her husband's heart was cold with despair...