Seeing this, James Bond's expression immediately darkened without concealment. He held his lover, gently laid her on the sofa, and his entire presence instantly turned dangerous and deadly. "What do you mean by this?"
"Relax. It's just completely harmless psionic energy. It stimulated her sleep function and sent her straight into dreamland." Only then did Nova walk over and, just as James Bond had said earlier, sit on the sofa opposite him.
That gesture also sent a signal of compromise.
Just now, the two had been testing each other, both trying to control the pace. But Nova had ultimately acted against James Bond's lover. That was really just playing dirty, at least showing that Nova had lost the verbal exchange.
Nova knew that herself. But her personality would not allow her to admit defeat directly, so the atmosphere became somewhat stiff.
James Bond stared at the stunning beauty before him, all thorns and edges, with a trace of disgust in his eyes. Though they were both agents, he and Nova truly belonged to two different kinds of people.
Disgust aside, driven by his sense of duty to his country, James Bond took the initiative to break the deadlock. "Go on, then. What's the plan? How do we help the front lines?"
Nova removed a small storage device from the slot at her waist and pressed its button. The device began projecting the data it contained as a hologram.
"This Galactic Republic offensive against the Modell Sector was something no one could have foreseen except Grand Duke of Dawn Tang Xiao. The Intelligence Department also asked Your Excellency for his opinion. He told Madam M that the basis for his judgment was an intuition from the Force, not any technical reason," Nova said. "So that's the problem—we don't know how the