Chapter 14

The new stronghold is the home of a peasant near the monastery outside the city.

It is said that the Blood Hand obtained the consent of the owner by very peaceful means. As before, there was a large cellar here, the location was hidden, and infrared detectors were installed around it. However, I thought that in the future, I would not only have to face Zhang Kui's group of people, but also deal with wanted from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

I felt a little upset.

I've smoked 6 cigarettes in 5 minutes.

If you continue like this, you will not kill Zhang Kui.You will die of lung cancer.Bloody Hand said to me.

Although he looked indifferent, I knew he was nervous too.He is not a person who likes to mediate the atmosphere with jokes. For him, those jokes are just to hide his inner anxiety.

Kevin was busy alone, now, before, because of my absence.

Everyone cannot fully devote themselves to their work, and now, my return to the team has not relieved everyone's pressure, and hunting and counter-chasing have become the main problems.

How to find Zhang Kui’s people first has become our main purpose.

We have no clues.Kevin spread his hands, not knowing the contact person, not knowing their approximate scope, nor their next goal.

No.

I suddenly thought of something.

You try to find some clues from the SEM Intelligence Department.At least on this, we can still find something useful.My ID is not available, but they may not change others' names for a while.

Because the organization originally strictly prohibited internal personnel from revealing their IDs and passwords to each other, but I know Iron Man and others.

They know mine, too.

You try using this.KKY PTAKA, password is 7727- 97- 321 0- TAWY I reported the number of Knife Hand. Although he is no longer there, the headquarters may not be able to eliminate this ID after 2 days.

OK, but wait a moment, because I'm going to eliminate the path and turn on the anti-tracking device.

I patted him on the shoulder and left him busy alone.

This is the master bedroom in the house. Outside the window is a small garden with some neatly trimmed courtyard plants planted in the garden, and there is also a small statue of Christ. Looking at the image of Christ, I suddenly remembered Anna.

What's going on with this pity girl now? Just when I was about to light a new cigarette, I heard Kevin call me: Head.

On the notice board of the Ministry of Home Affairs, I saw a photo of myself.The photo shows a blue seal missing.

Head, it seems you have not become a traitor.Kevin smiled.This photo is pretty cool.

Less nonsense and check out this option.I pointed to the dynamic column, group six.That is the group I have been in, led by Caesar.

All relevant information, understand.head.You come back in half an hour.

In the living room, everyone is busy.Mike was preparing for the bullet gate, and the water demon was assembling his gun.

Tom was helping Pete do something, both of them looked cautious.

What the hell is this?

Ah, head.Pete smiled at me.This is a good thing.

It was a smooth, silver-gray cylinder with clear glass on one side.Inside is a transparent tube with a light blue luster fixed.As thick as a baby's arms.

This is a high-explosive liquid invented by the Serbs.You can dilute it with a combustion aid and then pour it into a coke jar. This thing is very stable and easy to carry.It needs to be detonated with a specific explosive object.The dosage here can erase the entire village from the earth, and I think maybe you can use it and I will bring it.

very good.Pete, you're right.Now we can't waste our time anymore, just Kevin.

I pointed to the inner room.

Find them and kill them.There is no negotiation, tolerance, captive, the Treaty of Geneva or something.

I understand, head, do what you said.

Pete shrugged indifferently.

I suddenly felt scared when I saw his expression. I remember the first time I participated in the operation as a subordinate member of the SEMS in Nigeria. At that time, I was shaved and carried a semi-automatic rifle with a spare ammunition compartment. I was wearing cheap camouflage uniforms and walked alone through a village looted by guerrillas. The surrounding thatched huts were still burning, and the smell of burnt protein, gasoline, rotten corpses. I was weak, my thirst and the tragic appearance of the village made me almost unable to lift my rifle, soakedThe camouflage uniform was tightly stuck to my body like armor, and my body supported by the butt stock could barely walk to the designated meeting place. When I was taken to the safe area on the helicopter, I couldn't eat for two days, so I could only drink water and eat some semi-liquid food. The scene shocked me so much. Now, Pete, wearing a shirt and jeans, easily said something that could destroy the entire village from his mouth. There was no expression on my face, but my heart was trembling. I wanted to shout loudly, no, it should be a wail.

What do you want?

Why do you fight each other like this? We are all human beings, living human beings, either born or waiting to be burned or shot. For why we stand on the steps of today, I also want to ask myself, what am I? Why am I living in the world? Is it really just to take revenge on the woman who gave me life and abandoned me?

In order to cover up my inner shock, I walked into the barn where some hay was piled up and a blue Fiat car was parked. The paint on the body began to peel off and the four tires disappeared. I opened the creaking door and sat on the remaining sofa. At this time, the bloody hand opened the door without saying a word, barely squeezed his solid body into the narrow body. He didn't look at me, but just talked to himself.

I can't meet a lot, really, I've seen a lot of people like you!

What kind of person?

They are different from us. They may have been doctors, lawyers, violinists, bakers, some of them are very talented, but I lived to the end, why?

He patted his head with a bloody hand.

I'm stupid.Because I am stupider than them, I survived. This industry does not require smart people. They are too sensitive and think of things we can't imagine. They tied themselves to the cross themselves.

Are you talking about me?

No, no.

Blood Hand looked at me contemptuously.

You are not smart enough, but you are not stupid enough, so I keep watching you and I want to see how you die.Do you think I really care about the money you gave me?

Yes, if it were just money, Blood Hand would not take on this business. He is different from the young man in the house. He knows what fear is, what money can be touched, and what money can only be seen.

My current situation is very bad. Not only do I have to face Zhang Kui and his subordinates, but what's more serious is that my approach is completely a betrayal of SEMS. How long can they tolerate it?

Maybe my identity is special, but in the end, maybe I was just imprisoned on a small island in the Mediterranean and let me die alone, and what about them?

SEMS will not let the blood hand go.

So make a bet?See if I will die without knowing it?

OK, 10,000 euros bet you will be shot by a subordinate member with his head covered.

make a deal.

We shook hands, and the bloody hands left happily.

It started to rain.

Leona sat on the bed, the fan in her hand opened and closed, and it opened again and again. A whole week passed, but Juan still had no news.

There is no doubt that he did not leave Italy, the intelligence agencies of SEMS and the Mafia control all the ports and highways in Italy, and he did not show up, where is he, what is he waiting for?

Did he receive any message?

The saint appeared at the door of Leona's room like a ghost. He was very cunning. When he first got Leona's body, he replied to the polite surface packaging. He talked to Leona, drank coffee together, listened to other members' reports to Caesar, and made no comments.

The group was facing differentiation, and Leona snickered in her heart. The assassination of the knife hand had nothing to do with Juan. She knew this, the Saints knew, and Caesar knew it, but Iron Man and James misinterpreted the meaning of the upper class. Perhaps these two guys would also follow Juan, hehehe, let's see, let them suffer a little.

I totally agree.

The Saint seemed to have seen through Leona's thoughts. He stood alone next to the coffee table. He did not sit down because Leona installed a pressure device under the sofa. If someone sat down rashly, he would immediately be penetrated by three steel-headed bullets fired by Cort pistols of different angles.

The situation began to become serious and the boss could not solve it, so he let the crisis break out early.

What the boss is thinking is not something you, me, or Caesar can judge.

What choice would you make if it were you, the incompetent eldest son and the eager adopted son?

So what about you?

I remain neutral, anytime.I am just a tentacle of this huge machine. Maybe we all think we are in the core, but believe me, Leona, without us, there are still some strange faces that will climb up. They are not worse than us, it is just a matter of luck and time.

Are you a member of the crane group?Leona asked carefully.

Hearing Leona's question, a shrill light flashed in the saint's eyes, but it soon disappeared. He kept calm and said: No.I'm not.I don't know who is.

snort!

Leona fiddled with a strand of hair hanging over her shoulders.

We, hum, S-class, are just dogs wearing gilded collars. If the boss is the owner, then the rope that leads the dog is the crane group.Don't you want to be a part of it?

We talked too much, Miss Reona.I think I should leave.Goodbye.

The Saint smiled as an exception, and turned away from Leona's room, with hard-soled calfskin handmade leather shoes on the smooth wooden floor without making any sound, especially when he was still in a graceful position.

You and me, Juan and Zhang Kui are just a group of dogs fighting each other.

Leona sighed, and she suddenly had some hope that the saint would stay. The appearance of the saint on her body appeared in her mind. Her teeth bit her lips, squinted her eyes, and made a gentle gasp. Her flat belly, wrapped in a fitted cheongsam, began to fluctuate significantly.

Oh, how long I long for you Ah, you fool, have you never thought of me?I am your woman for a long time, but you don’t know how to cherish it… I am willing to cut off the head of the saint as a gift to you.You are such a fool, I am the most suitable for you... but you have never understood my feelings.

As her mother said, Anna carefully picked up a small piece of brown stuff like tobacco from the small box covered with red velvet with tweezers.

She stuffed them into the hookah's pipe.

In the wide room, there was a moaning Arab music, handmade tapestries from Tunisia and Iran hanging on the walls, and thick, soft wool carpets were also covered with empty surroundings, with nothing but a few round mats embroidered with gold thread and a small coffee table with hookahs.

Come and have a taste, baby.It can make you forget all your worries and we enjoy it every time!

My mother was wearing a purple silk robe. The soft and fine robe had a tough texture. It was as comfortable as a gentle evening breeze when she wore it. Under the influence of Indian marijuana, my mother had begun to enter a psychedelic state. Her robe slid from her shoulders, and most of her fair breasts were exposed outside. I don’t know if it was the effect of marijuana or some other reason. My mother’s nipples showed purple-red color, and flesh-colored particles appeared on the areola. My mother curled up and leaned on the mat half-sitting and half-lying. She blanched her hair into a red brown and wavy shape. My mother smiled and her eyes covered with purple eyeshadow narrowed into a line. Her long eyelashes were combed upwardly with makeup pens. My mother blurred her nipples and vaguely encouraged Anna to smoke the cannabis that tasted strange after burning from the hookah pipe of the golden cigarette holder.

Anna was wearing a thin silk bikini on her upper body, her young breasts were bulging, her skin was as smooth as chocolate, and her body was covered with Chilean, French, Indian and Japanese bloodlines. Her big eyes were flashing watery, these two women were enough to seduce the pope.

My mother's throat seemed to be pinched firmly by an invisible hand. She stroked her breasts with her hands, and her breasts jumped out on the other side of her robe. Although her mother's body was carefully crafted by money, she still couldn't escape the sniper of time. The position of her nipples was no longer perpendicular to her chest.

There were also a few wrinkles in the armpits, but my mother's skin was still white and red, as tender as dumplings just taken out of the pot, and had a green luster. It was the unique texture of purebred Northeast Asian Mongolian beauties.

Mom reached out to touch Anna's clear-cut belly. Her nails were covered with impatiens oil and her mother suddenly let out a low sob, intermittently, as if she couldn't breathe.

I am old, and although I have never been stingy in spending money on my body, I know when I see you.One day, when you learn these methods of mine, I should retire. You are so beautiful.Anna!

Anna's mind seemed to be filled with the newly picked cotton boa. She resisted the feeling of coughing, her face was black and red, she was weak, and she felt like she had a cold and fever. She wanted to take off her clothes and take a cold shower, just like when she was in Peru, she often had sex with Juan.

Juan.

Anna muttered in a low voice.

I love you so much, what kind of torture does my love have to you?You want to kill me.If my death can make you feel peaceful for a moment, then please take my breath and heartbeat away.

My mind became more and more swollen, and colorful patterns began to appear in front of me. The world around me disappeared, only she and Mrs. Qia. She began to feel a sense of disgust and the twist of wanting to vomit. Only that hand, the hand with impatiens nail polish, was so real. The hand climbed up to the chest along the abdomen, and Anna's bra strap was unbuttoned. Mom's fingers gently tugged at Anna's nipples. Anna took a deep breath, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting disappeared, replaced by indescribable comfort.

She longed for Mrs. Qi's hand, she longed for the feeling of fulfillment and possession, the feeling of being conquered, the feeling of being conquered by another woman, like a pink revolution, without bloodshed, without sacrifice, only the pleasure of floating in the air.

Mom twisted her waist gently to the rhythm of the music.

She stood up from the ground in a circle, stepped barefoot on the brightly colored carpet, her toenails were painted red, and there was a delicate leg ring on her ankle, and the small bells on the ring kept ringing every time she moved.

My mother's eyes were surprisingly bright, and she could see such a luster by shaking the wine in the glass.

My mother's robe had already hung to her waist, her upper body was completely naked, and her two plump breasts were as seductive as peaches hanging on a tree. Anna looked at her mother in confusion, not knowing what she was going to do.

Mom danced with the melody of Arabic music echoing in the room, and the rhythm was not very fast. She closed her palms and raised them high above her head, from her extended arms to her round soles. Her mother's body danced like a water snake. She turned around as if she was shy and showed her smooth back to Anna. Her mother's body was more fleshy. Unlike Anna's dark skin, she looked like a minor Andean doe. My mother was more like an old water snake who had been a sperm for many years. It is undeniable that there was a circle of excess fat on her waist, but the traces of the fat were not very obvious. On the contrary, it increased her female maturity. As the rhythm of the music accelerated, her mother's movements became wild.

Mom held a strand of dishonest curly hair in her mouth, her hands drooped 45 degrees on both sides of her body, and her middle finger was pinching her thumb. Only then did she begin to show the strength of her waist to Anna. Her waist was dazzlingly twisting, drawing circles after circle. Mom turned her face to the left, her eyes stayed on her round shoulders, and her right hand was swayed to the same height as her shoulders, while her left hand remained unchanged. She stepped on the ground with her right foot and hooked her left foot on her right leg. She kept twisting her waist in this position, and then changed direction to continue dancing.

When she completely peeled off her robe from her body, the famous Herod dance began to climax. Her mother's tight thighs were full of muscles. She danced a mixed Arabic and Indian dance step. Each movement focused on reflecting the beauty of her body. Her breasts were beating left and right. Her mother's neck was leaning back, twisting her waist and bent her body backward, and then straightened. Anna was attracted by her mother's dance. She couldn't help but stand up from the ground, shaking and trying to follow her mother's dance step, but she didn't stand firmly, but brought her to the ground. Two charming bodies, one black and one white, were lying together. Her mother pressed against Anna, her thighs were bent, rubbing Anna's side abdomen with her knees, and licking Anna's nipples with her tongue, unable to herself like a mother beast in heat.

Anna was fascinated by her mother's teasing. She lowered her head helplessly and looked for her mother's lips longingly. When her mother took the initiative to stick out her tongue and put it into her mouth, Anna sucked intoxicatedly, tearing her skirt and pants hard, twisting her with her mother on the carpet.

When both of them were naked, Anna kissed her mother anxiously, searching her hands up and down, and her mother let out a pleasant laugh and blew into Anna's ears.

Ah!Madam, I want you!

Come on, baby.Can you please me gentlely?

Anna rubbed her mother's vagina with her vagina, and both women made a low lingering sound. However, no matter how hard they tried, God would not let the organs they longed for at this moment grow on their bodies. However, Anna fell into an unprecedented climax. Just as her mother opened her vulva with her fingers, Anna's body trembled constantly. When her mother turned around and gently separated the two wet labia with her fingers, Anna was even more excited. She breathed in big mouths like an oxygen-deficient, her beautiful big eyes were tightly closed. Her mother turned her buttocks to Anna's face. She took a breath and buried her head, separated Anna's labia with her hands, and used her tongue to lick the sensitive vaginal opening in a small range. Anna made a low scream.

Ah!Ah!Ah!Oh My God.

When my mother heard Anna's scream, she licked her tongue harder, twisting her snow-white buttocks, and the two thick buttocks were swaying left and right, while the crack in the middle was indeed slightly opened, and there seemed to be some mucus luster in the middle.

Anna raised her head with difficulty. She trembled and found a familiar part. She learned her mother's posture and licked it with her tongue. With just a moment, her mother raised her head. Her voice suppressed her lips from the bottom of her throat. Anna, who was encouraged, was no longer depressed. She licked it quickly, while rubbing the tender flesh around the anus with her fingers.

My mother got great pleasure under the stimulation of her fingers, and she also accelerated the excavation of her tongue in Anna's vagina. The sounds of spring seemed to suppress the music in the room. The two women didn't know how long they had played. My mother was still unsatisfied with her, kneeling on the ground and panting. Anna was also sweating profusely. She tilted her head in a daze, stroked her chest that had just been liberated with her hands, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Baby, are you asleep?

Mom crawled to Anna's side, she licked the sweat from Anna's nose with her tongue, Anna turned her face, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that her mother's eyes were staring at her, and those eyes were as bright as hungry wolf. Anna seemed to be a frog stared at by a snake, and she could no longer turn her eyes.

I am your master, baby...

You...Master...

Your enemy, his name is Juan...

Enemy...Juan...

He wants to kill you, you want to kill him to take revenge, you hate him, you hate him very much... You have to kill him to end the nightmare... Mom said word by word, her expression of thirsty sleep just now disappeared, and the muscles on her face were no longer soft, as strong as a sharp saber.

I... hate him... take revenge... Anna repeated her mother's words like sleepwalking, her pupils were scattered, and she stared at her mother blankly.

You were kidnapped here by his friend, you escaped, he would come to you, and then, you brought him to... Mom approached Anna's ear and said softly.

I... ran away... and took him to... Anna mechanically repeated her mother's words, as she was afraid of losing her mother, and hugged her mother tightly, refusing to let go of her hand.

There is a small hole in the expensive Iranian tapestry, and behind it is a camera and a microphone. The lines of these two things are connected to the monitoring screen of the central control room through a central computer. In this small room less than 10 square meters, there are six monitors with camera views from different angles. No. 6 is wearing headphones, watching everything happening on the screen with interest.

She did a great job.Now I'm waiting for the snake to take the hook.No. 6 took off his headphones and said to the back.What do you think?

In the shadow of the room, there was a vague person who had skinny hands, thick meridians and slender fingers.

He stood up and walked from the dark corner to the screen.

As usual, No. 8 was wearing a luxurious fit and in a control room that was too warm. No. 6 wore a white short-sleeved shirt, while No. 8 meticulously wore a silk scarf, and his hair was shining.

I really don't understand.No. 8's thin lips were grinning.In my eyes, she is a collection of good skin, but she still knows these tips.

hey-hey!

No. 6 pointed at the screen and argued loudly: You will know when you go to bed with her. How a pity it would be to give such a woman to you.I will ask my boss to reward her, and she will still be a beauty until she was 60 years old...

The voice of No. 6 stopped abruptly, and he saw No. 8’s smile.No. 8 was smiling and looking at him.

No. 8 lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned around and left. No. 6 suddenly felt that the air conditioner in the room was too big.

No matter who it is, as long as you are with him, you won’t feel that you are dressing too much.No. 6 looked at the closed door and said to himself.I really can't stand you.

But the good show has begun.

No. 6 turned off the monitor and stretched comfortably.

Come on, but Pity’s little reptile, you must be hungry, come on, there are delicious foods here, just waiting for you to come.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!