The blonde woman looked at the brutal scenes in the holographic projection. She knew what was happening there, but she still forced a smile, walked over, and gently leaned against James Bond's shoulder. "But you've already retired... Last time you came back, you said you wouldn't take on any more missions..."
James Bond gave a somewhat unnatural smile and turned his face aside. "That last mission was to rescue Doctor Zhang Jiarui... On Quat Planet, we... well, a lot happened to us... So they approved my retirement request."
"Then you should enjoy your retirement, James," the blonde woman said. "You deserve it. Look around you—look at prosperous Dawn City. You helped make this place what it is. That should be enough."
"This time is different, darling..." James Bond gave a bitter smile, took the woman's soft hand, and rubbed it against his cheek. Then, very suddenly, he said loudly, "Go on, then. What is the mission this time?"
"What did you say?" The blonde woman was horrified. She hurriedly looked around, but saw nothing.
"Disturbing your retirement life was indeed our fault. But this time, we truly need your help, James Bond." A pleasant female voice abruptly sounded in the air around them.
"Who are you?! Get the hell out here!!" The blonde woman flew into a rage and shouted at the empty air.
James Bond patted the back of the blonde woman's hand, signaling for her to calm down, then continued, "Is this about the Modell Sector?"
"You know what is happening over there," the pleasant female voice replied.
"James has already retired! You gave him one life, but what he gave you in return was far more than that!! He risked his life for you, going to the most dangerous places to carry out missions! When will it