The gunfire fell silent, but Duke was unharmed, and in Dottie's pupils, which had shrunk into pinpoint pupils, Duke opened his five fingers, and ten bullets slid from his palms onto the floor.
Jingle jingle jingle bell The bullet landed on the floor, striking a crisp melody that sounded to Dottie like the chain of the Grim Reaper's scythe dragging to the ground.
"Ma'am, you can't change anything but make the atmosphere awkward."
Duke shrugged his shoulders and looked kind and sincere: "I've always been a gentleman when it comes to pretty ladies, so don't let me be rough, okay" Dottie gasped, Duke's strength prevented her from resisting, and she would probably have surrendered undisciplinedly.
But only Duke can't, he killed Carter, and Dottie won't surrender to him if he dies.
Dottie's eyes flashed with determination, and without saying a word, she strode in front of Duke, and slammed her right fist at Duke's face, obscuring his vision.
His left hand followed, grabbing a blade as thin as a cicada's wings and smearing it towards Duke's neck, and his ruthless moves were tempered thousands of times, without dragging his feet.
It's a pity that even if Duke doesn't need to see and hear, he also has a number of melee professions such as a part-time martial artist, ninja, and martial arts master.
Although Dottie is proficient in all kinds of fighting techniques, the gap between the two is like a chasm, so big that Duke can crush her with speed alone.
Dottie's wrist holding the blade was grasped, and without struggle or counterattack, she leaned into Duke's arms, her right hand wrapped around his neck, her red lips spit lightly, her teeth slightly open, and she spewed out a cloud of fragrance.
Duke took a sip, tasted it for a moment, and analyzed: "Very powerful nervous gas, highly toxic, non-irritating, slightly sweet, inhalers will paralyze nerves, large amounts can even kill instantly."
Tastes good, is there anything else."
"Hehe, if you like it."
Dottie's face stiffened, she laughed shyly, twitched her wrist to get out, but Duke held her tightly and pinched her wrist like a tong.
Duke put his hand behind Dottie's back, and in her exclamation, Duke squeezed his buttocks hard.
Note that this was not a teasing, as Duke pulled out a folding knife, a coil of steel wire, and three thin needles with a blue glow from behind her back.
"Ma'am, you have so many treasures, are you Doraemon" Duke couldn't help but complain.
"Some tourist souvenirs, quite meaningful.
Well, if you like it, I can give it to you.
Dottie blinked wide-eyed and flapped at Duke.
There was no gap between the two of them, and Duke could clearly feel the temptation of the warm nephrite, but Duke felt that the touch on his chest was wrong, hard, like holding two iron balls.
In Dottie's disdainful eyes, Duke reached into her collar and pulled out two grenades.
"Ma'am, you're unexpected."
Duke was completely speechless.
"This is a grenade-shaped chest pad, the latest style.
You know, women need to be confident.
Dottie insisted on explaining, but the reason was sparse.
"Will there be a countdown on the chest pads" Duke held up a grenade, the number on the timer shrinking with five seconds left.
"So it's the latest style, and the old version doesn't have a timer."
Dottie hugged Duke tightly, removing the coquettish disguise, and the eyes that were originally tender like water were extremely clear at the moment, with a hint of relief.
Dottie doesn't know if the grenade can kill Duke, but even if she can't, she'll splash the other with her own blood.
Click The chill was pervasive, and with a second left in the countdown, two grenades were frozen into clumps of ice.
Duke threw the two lumps of ice lumps on the ground, and when he saw that Dottie was still hugging himself with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but cough lightly twice: "Madam, you are holding too tightly, you have to be reserved." ” Dottie followed the sound and looked at the floor, and found that the two ice bumps were dumbfounded, and her beautiful red lips opened into an O-shape again.
A layer of frost had condensed on the floor near the grenade, and the cold spread down her feet to her body.
"If you don't have any other tricks, then let's have a good talk" Duke pushed Dotie away from his arms and took two steps back to show his sincerity.
Dottie, who had already held the idea of dying together, had the heart to tell Duke that even if the enemy was too strong for her to resist, she still had to fight.
Dottie stepped forward, twisted her waist and kicked sideways, the soles of her heels sticking out sharp arrows, whistling towards Duke's waist.
As soon as Duke grasped Dottie's ankle, his other hand was not idle, and the arrow between his two fingers was slightly folded, and the arrow broke off in response.
On the other side, Dottie jumped up with the support on her ankles, bent her knees straight into the middle of Duke's legs.
Boom Three seconds later, Duke looked helpless, looking at Dottie, who was half-crouched on the ground and clutching his knees, trembling but holding back without making a sound.
Secretly worried about the other party's IQ, the bullet can't break the flesh, I really don't know where the other party's confidence comes from, maybe it's a hot brain.
Pulling her right leg, Dottie gritted her teeth and stood up, this time she didn't hide her emotions, her resentful gaze was like looking at the enemy who killed her father, she let out a low cry and pounced.
Obviously, today she and Duke have to have one fall.
"One of the Blockages" Dottie rushed out half a step, and suddenly her hands were restrained by an invisible force, pulled behind her and locked, and the strong pulling force made her only feel that her arms were about to be broken.
Losing her balance, Dottie couldn't contain the momentum of leaning forward, and planted her face the floor, and when she raised her head, her delicate little nose was red and red.
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Dottie struggled and wanted to get up, inadvertently twisting her thin waist like a water snake, the tight hips of the western skirt evoked a reverie arc, and the long legs were infinitely straight and slender under the high heels Well, there should be a book here.
"Ma'am, can you calm down now" Out of respect for the lady, Duke didn't look at the mysterious realm where the other party's middle door was wide open, and went around to her side, only to suddenly find that there was no grenade, and there was a subtle residual thought on Dottie's chest.
Although she is indeed in good shape, Carter can throw her ten five-hairpin bends, and even Steve is more majestic than her.
"You maggot in the stinking gutter, make me pose in humiliation, is it to satisfy your filthy and lowly desires" Dottie struggled, but in vain found that he couldn't even stand up.
Duke heard the black line in his head, and he didn't defend himself, lifting the other party's resistance on his shoulder, turning and walking out of the bedroom.
Obviously, this woman wouldn't have spoken to Carter properly until she saw him.
"Put me down," Dotie exclaimed, thinking Duke was going to be furious, only to find that Duke had not thrown her out of bed, but had instead taken her out of the bedroom.
After his eyes flashed and he refocused his focus, Dottie saw Carter sleeping peacefully, felt Carter's snort move slightly, but he just fell asleep, and Dottie's hanging heart relaxed.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw a stupid big man sleeping on the floor.
Having lost his soul, Steve lies on the floor in an indecent position, in a zigzag shape.
For some reason, when Dottie saw Steve, it was like discovering a fatal enemy, and her intense uneasiness made her raise the other party's danger index to the highest, a notch higher than Duke.
"Dr.
Duke, what's going on" Steve paused as he saw Duke come in carrying a beautiful woman.
"She's Dottie, what a pathetic fellow.
Steve, you see, she must have been taught a hard lesson.
Carter said pitifully, but there was a schadenfreude to hear it.
Steve pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered, and when he woke up, his girlfriend seemed to be a little different.
"Dr.
Duke, what are you going to do with her," Carter said ruthlessly, but looked at Dottie with a little concern, making sure she wasn't hurt before calming down.
"Wash away her memories, she knows too much."
Duke threw Dottie to the ground, not feeling pity at all.
Dottie was lying on the floor, she couldn't see the souls of Steve and Carter, she didn't know who Duke was talking to, and her scalp tingled.
In her years as a secret agent, the most difficult subjects she has encountered are psychopaths, these people have no fixed thinking, and the last second and the next are simply two extremes.
Dottie was desperately trying to figure out how to get out, and since Carter was fine, she didn't have to face Duke.
"Wash your memory," Carter said nervously, "Can you let her go, I promise she'll keep her mouth shut and won't talk nonsense." ” "Isn't she the agent in charge of protecting you," Duke asked in confusion, when did S.H.I.E.L.D. agents speak so well.
If you don't report it, if you are known by the non-chief, you can still die "She's not a nice person," Carter seemed to recall: "Her name is Dotian Underwood, and she is a Soviet agent from the Red House, and she has been fighting enemies with me for half my life. ” "And this thing" Steve asked Duke's doubts, neither of them knew about this secret, Steve missed too much because he slept for seventy years, and Duke only watched movies and didn't chase dramas, so he didn't know that there was a character like Doty in the Marvel world.
"It turned out to be a hairy girl" Duke looked at Dottie carefully, and only then did he realize that the other party's face shape did have a bit of Slavic characteristics.
"If you're an enemy, why do you say she's protecting you," Steve asks his girlfriend when he notices the inconsistency in Carter's words.
"That was a long time ago" Carter shook Steve's hand, "by that time you had fallen into the ice field, and it took Howard and I a long time before we found you." ” "I'm sorry, I," Steve said, grimacing.
"I don't blame you."
Carter comforted Steve and continued, "Dottie is a poor person, she is in the dark, and she is afraid of the darkness. ” "She was trained as a spy in the KGB since she was a child, and she was domesticated as a killing machine, without the love between normal people, without the education that normal people received, and all the skills she learned were in the service of the mission.
She wished she was a normal person, but she couldn't do it anymore, which made her hate herself, but this emotion was torture for her, and she could only vent it by doing more evil things. ” "She has become heinous, she never kills, but" Carter shook his head, trying to defend Dottie, but couldn't say it, because the blood on Dottie's hands was so sinful, she organized the language: "She and I are two extremes, I walk in the light, and she envy me" "Her hidden emotions were deformed under years of oppression, until she met me and completely exploded.
She was even deliberately arrested several times just so that I could interrogate her personally.
Whenever I interrogated her, she enjoyed it very much."
Duke interjected: "I see, this Lala is perverted." ” Thanks to the book friends, I am the reward of the night without a trace, the bald donkey Mai go: