Surrey, far from the United States, did not know that the division had booked a flight to De Francisco, let alone the dialogue between Victoria and the army.

Through the glass of the lobby, he saw Victor and Dicken crawling out of the pool with the help of staff, wet, breathless and in a state of confusion.

Victor rubbed the water on his head with a bath towel and looked up at the upstairs compartment full of bitterness.

Damn it, it's just dangerous and dangerous. It's only a metre away and my head is going to hit the edge of the pool!

If that's the case, the lightest is the...