Reflection in a Dead Diamond (Reflet dans un diamant mort)

Your drink, sir.

Are you in possession of the diamonds?

Affirmative.

Congratulations, John.

Thanks to you, we've recovered the uranium

and dismantled the organisation.

Mission accomplished, you may return to base.

Once again, you've shown great efficiency on this difficult mission.

REFLECTION IN A DEAD DIAMOND

Mr. Diman?

The guest in 317 has complained again.

Please be more discreet.

It's already Wednesday.

Don't forget to pay for your week.

It's a time full of promise.

Our products will help feed the world.

Nuclear energy isn't just about weaponry, John.

It's about access to modernity.

Electricity for everyone.

We are entering a new era.

Thanks to your work, no one will ever lack anything again.

We can enjoy everything today.

"Sky is the limit" has become obsolete.

This is Markus Strand.

He's worth over a million barrels of oil per day.

He's our top priority.

Get close to him

and protect him as if he were what you cherish most in the world.

Excuse me.

This car is fitted with two. 50-calibre machine guns.

They're installed in the headlights.

This cigar case becomes a sight adaptable to your weapon.

This watch is a remote detonator.

This ring allows you to see through walls thanks to a powerful laser.

But be careful not to leave it active for too long,

otherwise it will destroy whatever it's placed against.

I know it's you.

I'm telling you, it's not me!

Do you think I don't know you?

Enough! I've had enough!

Do you know her?

Do you work for her?

I know nothing.

Even if you don't talk, I'll know what's in your head.

Did you see her?

What's she like?

Describe her face to me.

Tell me who she is!

I've already told you everything!

You're going to tell me all your secrets!

Tell me!

You'll be there.

I'll be watching you when you're with Strand.

I'm the one keeping an eye on things.

My dress records everything I decide.

Touch me again and you're dead.

I'll pass.

You're giving up rather quickly, my dear.

I want to see.

The bets are placed.

No more bets.

I have a proposal for you.

Of course.

Whenever you like.

Something's wrong.

We're not the only ones on the Strand job.

I'm not talking millions, but tens of millions of barrels.

Don't worry.

My resources are limitless.

Someone wants to set a trap for us.

I repeat, code red.

Papillon Nuit, it's Alpha.

Send us reinforcements.

Papillon Nuit, do you copy?

Forget it, we can't rely on them.

You won.

Now you just have to play with your body.

Mr. Strand, when can we meet to discuss it?

I'll sort that with your associate.

Smile!

Meet me at the range.

It's a time full of promise.

Soon all our gadgets will fit on a single phone.

I swear to you, we're entering a new era.

The binary system offers infinite possibilities.

Everything is changing!

If John remains binary and keeps seeing the world in black and white,

good and evil, man and woman,

technology will change nothing.

I get the feeling he's more interested in his oil paintings.

These paintings make my blood run cold.

Something is changing.

We are in danger.

They want to eliminate us.

We can make you an attractive offer.

I'm listening.

I'm waiting for the green light from my associate, but I haven't heard from her.

She has been missing for a few days.

To me, we don’t just disappear.

We always leave a trace somewhere.

Do you see?

The concept of death...

Excuse me for a moment.

Yes?

What?

Who did this?

In which bar?

Are you certain it was her?

Was she not masked?

How so?

She needed her hair?

I'll take the winner.

Half.

And you? Where were you?

Wait.

I'll be right back.

Yes, I'm listening...

Reflection of your work in a dead eye

How did you find Markus Strand’s body?

Was he already dead when you arrived?

I've already told you everything!

Your role was to protect him!

If you no longer like your role,

we'll find another agent.

Mr. Diman.

Please.

Mr. Diman. Please.

Mr. Diman!

Invoice 316

Come on, have fun, it's our last night.

I can't believe they dropped you,

after the last two successes.

We're all just pawns in their hands.

Replaceable at will. You too!

Come on! At least I've got this gorgeous dress.

It's worth all your diamonds.

I won't let your death go unpunished.

I like you when you're angry, John.

Now that I'm no longer here, be careful with Serpentik, though.

You might be next.

Goodbye, my love.

I'll avenge you.

Waiter.

Another Martini.

And a plate of sea urchins.

But there are no more sea urchins, sir.

I've been waiting for this moment for so long.

Are you finally going to tell me who you are?

Take off that mask.

I apologise, sir, but this will be the last.

Reception has blocked your account.

It's time to make an appointment with the jewellers,

I'll pay them in diamonds.

Who do they think they are?

I'll grind them to dust!

Take off that mask.

I don't want any more of your mysteries.

I want it to end.

I want it to be over.

Kiss me.

Good day, Mr. Diman.

NEW ACCIDENT AT THE FOOTBRIDGE

Body of a man found in the ravine.

NEW BEACHES IN DANGER

CLIENT OF THE MIRAMARE FOUND DEAD ON COASTAL PATH

Autopsy of the body is underway.

Autopsy...

...no sign of struggle.

...poisoned.

She paralyses her victims by pricking them in the neck with a poisoned ring.

This method resembles the cobra's kiss,

which immobilises its victims with a fish before killing them.

Once the opponent is immobilised,

she can use her metal nails, as sharp as a sabre.

PRECIOUS STONE TRAFFICKER MURDERED!!

She calls herself Serpentik.

She is our number one priority.

But she is not the only one.

We are already on the trail of the one who massacred

the IAEA members at the Orient Palace,

and of the one who poisoned guests at private beaches

in the name of coastal preservation.

But the most dangerous are not yet identified.

The one who killed several art collectors

by referring to famous paintings is still at large.

We only know that he warns his victims with a message announcing their death.

And here is the last one,

probably the most dangerous.

Kinetic hypnotises her victims, who then believe they are in a film.

They lose all sense of reality

until the appearance of the word "fin", which resounds heavily.

Listen to the music of your death.

You must leave.

You are in danger.

I know.

And I don't need your government's help.

I know who you are.

Stop playing now.

Come back to see me if you have another charming partner.

Otherwise, leave me alone.