Chapter 657： 　Fatal temptation

Allen is very grateful that Martha didn't rush up in the first time. Although he killed Marley, the source of energy in his body was agitated at this moment, and even a slight disorder was seen. It is necessary to stand still and adjust to condense the chaotic power. Looking at Marley's body, he had the urge to laugh happily, but it was a pity that the time and place were wrong, and he could only think about it in his heart. In Marais, he clearly saw his improvement. Now even if Marley is a twenty-first and second-level opponent, as long as he has the upper hand, he doesn't even need to use projection and abilities, and can be suppressed by fighting skills alone, and finally killed.

Marley was also considered dead wronged. If he knew that Ellen and Catherine had been entangled for more than half a month, and could survive in the hands of Death, then he knew that Ellen was not an expert who could easily deal with it. Then he would naturally put out his full strength in the first place, instead of testing with combat skills like before, he was killed by Allen, whose combat skills were tempered by Catherine's life and death.

&n＋＋＋mbsp; Standing still for a while, the internal energy has returned to calm. Allen then looked at Martha, the woman even forgot to escape. It wasn't until Alan's sight and body that he jumped back in a reflection and withdrew his double swords. But her hand that held the knife was trembling slightly, and Allen walked towards her with the **** shadow.

"Tell me, who is Colonel Blah's immediate boss?" Allen's gaze swept across Martha, from the delicate eyebrows rarely seen in black people to the body wrapped in tight-fitting battle uniforms. From the full and attractive twin peaks to the flat belly, it finally landed on the mysterious triangle between the legs.

Martha was very uncomfortable with him.

It's not that she hasn't been stared at by a lustful man, she has also seen a more rude and direct look than Allen. But the problem is that, although Allen's gaze swept across some sensitive parts of her body, there was not the slightest bit of **** in her eyes. He is more like a wolf, staring at the person's neck to see the feeling, so Martha knows that the other party is observing her body, so as to find out the deadly and fragile parts of her body.

Faced with a woman who has always been calm and uncomfortable with men, she can't help but shrink back at this moment, making a rare gesture of weakness. Still stubbornly said: "Don't say I don't know, even if I know I won't tell you. After all, if I don't tell you it is death, but if I tell you, I will die."

"So you think it's easier to die in my hands?" Allen stopped and was three meters away from Martha. At this distance, he can shoot at any time and guarantee that Martha has nowhere to escape.

He shook his head: "If you think this way, you are too wrong. What is your name?"

"Martha." The woman didn't conceal it, and there was nothing to conceal.

"Okay, Miss Martha." Allen nodded, "You probably didn't think about it, but I don't need to kill you. Just break your hands and feet, or just chop off these things for you, and then get you back. . I think there is still a way to get something out of your mouth, not to mention that I have a friend. How to say, he is an assassin master himself, so he is very good at torturing people. I think you probably I don’t want to try his tricks."

Martha shivered.

She knew very well that every assassin master knew the human body well. They know which part is sensitive and not fatal, which can make you dying of pain, but will not make you die. In their hands, death is a luxury, and pain is eternal. Martha has personally seen several prisoners who have been tortured with mental breakdown. They are helpless and pitiful like animals, completely deprived of human dignity.

Martha shivered at the thought that she might become that way. She smiled reluctantly: "This is really scary, but I don't think you would do that."

"Oh, what makes you so confident?" Allen looked at her with interest.

Martha suddenly lost her double-edged blade and stood straight. She raised her chest specially so that Alan could see her full peaks. At the same time, the legs are close together, which makes the curve more beautiful and sexy. Just a simple standing posture makes Martha exude the seductive charm of a mature woman. Allen is certain that she must be professionally trained in this area.

"Because I am a woman, and I am a woman who can make you very happy." Martha walked over to Allen.

When she approached, Alan realized that she was actually quite tall, even slightly taller than him. In this way, when Martha almost touched him, Alan didn't need to lower his head, and from the corner of his eye he could already catch a glimpse of a stormy sea. Martha deliberately pressed Alan's chest, and because she was wearing leather armor, there was no coldness of metal, but instead emphasized the elasticity of her chest.

From her experience, Martha can be sure that Allen has reacted to her body.

Allen did feel a fire in his lower abdomen, but his eyes did not change at all. Martha cupped his face in both hands and said: "Look, even if you don't want to admit it. But your body can't be more loyal. It wants to get me. It wants to ravage me in my body, and I will let you get it. The greatest release."

Her hand slid down Alan's face, skimmed over his broken armor, and landed on the lower abdomen wrapped in the battle uniform. Martha lightly pressed his abdominal muscles, and continued to slide down: "Look, I really don't know who is over Colonel Bra? Even if you don't kill me and torture me in every way, you can't get more. . Even I will give you some false information, trust me, I can still do this."

"What then?" Martha picked up Ellen's other hand, she put this hand on her chest, and guided Ellen into the deep gully between the peaks.

Martha chuckled, "So it's not good for you and me. It's better to change the way. In order to survive, I will do everything possible to please you. Really, I will let you taste other The smell that the girl doesn’t have. The night of Frosty is very long, so long is enough for you to taste every corner of my body. I will tell you which part of this body is the most sensitive, you can play with me as much as you want, Until you are satisfied. Just like this..."

She retracted her hand stroking Alan's abdomen, holding his head in both hands, sinking him deep into her twin peaks. Allen almost choked the two peaks, and then he heard a long moan from Martha. Every vibrato in that syllable is a fatal temptation for men.

Ellen, whose line of sight was covered by Martha, did not see the woman's hands around his head, slipping out a metal thorn from the sleeve. The pointed end was aimed at Ellen's neck, and Martha still moaned from her mouth, tempting Ellen to continue stepping into her trap. She already felt Alan's hands falling on the tight hips, and gradually fumbled upwards.

A cold smile flashed in her eyes, and she used an imperceptible motion to stab the cone in her hand to the back of Alan's neck. At this time, Alan had already hugged her snake waist and kept squeezing his body onto her. Martha could feel that the majesty of the man in front of her was pressing against her forcefully, ready to attack the city at any time. Martha had to admit that if it were not for a different position, she really wanted to let go of everything and have a crazy night with this young man.

She believed that it would definitely be an impressive night. Her body also reacted faithfully, and at this moment she longed to be brutally entered by this man, and was severely ravaged by him. But now, she had to send this cone thorn into his neck, cut off his cervical vertebrae and arteries, and then leave with his body.

it's a pity.

She thought, suddenly, she felt that Alan seemed to be hugging too tightly. The two arms suffocated her like iron bars, and Martha suddenly understood something, and she had to stab her hands hard. But everything was still a little late, the opponent's strength surged, and Martha clearly heard the sound of his spine breaking with his powerful hands. The sound of smashing bones penetrated clearly into her ears, while suppressing all her strength.

So the thorn on the hand slipped from the palm to the ground with a light tink.

Only then did Allen let go of the woman who could no longer stand up by her own strength, and Martha fell to the ground like a puppet, her face full of fear.

This is real fear.

"For a moment, I almost believed you." Allen sat next to her, stretched out her hand and raised her chin and said: "But when you look at me, guess what I see in your eyes ?"

Martha was speechless.

"Viper." Alan nodded on his chest: "You have a poisonous snake in your heart, so I know that what you do and say is to reduce my guard. Is that the precondition before killing?"

Before Martha could answer Allen's hand left her chin and slid on Martha's neck. Martha seemed to know what was about to come. With water splashes in her eyes, she begged: "Please don't kill me, look, now I can't do anything, you can enjoy me with confidence."

Allen lowered his head and said: "I heard that some women in the Federation have been specially trained. They can even hide certain murder weapons in their bodies, and then those men who try to make fun of them will end up giving a bite. ."

Masha suddenly changed her face, and suddenly screamed and opened her mouth to bite Ellen. Unfortunately, as soon as she raised her head, Allen's hand that fell on her neck suddenly exerted force and broke her neck. Eyes widened, Martha's head fell weakly to the ground, her eyes full of unwillingness. Until the moment of death, Alan could see the true side of this woman in her eyes.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Alan shook his head, but in the end he couldn't figure out anything. But destroying the opponent's chasing team was a worthwhile trip. It's just that the other party will take action in the future, and it will be more difficult characters to be sent. But the more so, the chance to dig out the big man behind the scenes. After all, either Martha, or someone like Marley, I'm afraid he hasn't got the qualifications for core intelligence yet.

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