A waiter walked out of the elevator, but he was stunned by the scene at the elevator entrance.

I saw a man and a woman, lying on the ground as if intimate, in front of the public, although there was only this one bystander, but this bystander still misunderstood. (Even if the United States reopens up, there should be a limit.) I saw that the time had come, and without hesitation, I kissed Eretta in the eye with my mouth, and out of instinct, Ireta turned her head and closed her eyes, and at the same time, I hit her head the side of her head, only to hear a muffled sound, and Erita fainted.

The waiter still wanted to tease a few words, but in the blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changed, and I didn't know what to do.

I slipped into the elevator and the door closed. I suddenly found that this one was going up, and I quickly pressed the layer 4 button.

This collision is not light, I have not practiced any iron head skills, and I have a splitting headache at this time, but I can know how fierce the collision was at that time.

At present, the left calf is bleeding nonstop, and it is estimated that even if she is unconscious, Erita will be awake in a very short time, I have to overestimate her strength, and at this time she is taking the elevator down, undoubtedly looking for death, and it is not clear if she has accomplices.

The fourth floor is here, but I don't go out, I should go back to the bedroom to bandage the wound first, but what if someone is already there waiting for the rabbit?

The elevator continued to rise, and the 6th floor key flashed, which meant that someone would come in to the 6th floor, so I covered my wound and pressed the 5th floor key.

On the 5th floor, it was still the bedroom area of the hotel, there was no one around the elevator, dragging the pain, walking slowly, breathing gradually suddenly, and the left leg gradually lost sensation, and it was almost no longer obeying.

I can't just fall here, in the empty corridor, there is no sound of people, at this time I look at room 512, the door is hidden, gritted my teeth, paced, sure enough, the door is not locked.

Quietly, I flashed in, the lights inside were dim, there was no one inside, although I don't know when the master will be able to come back, but taking advantage of this great opportunity, I flashed to the side of the bed, struggled to tear the sheets, tore into strips of cloth to bandage the wound, leaned on the side to rest, slowly walked into the bathroom, because of the loss of sweat from the bullet, urgently need to replenish, washed my face, I believe that Ireta is awake, is she searching for me, or is she waiting for me to appear and kill in one fell swoop?

She is so good at acting, especially when she is dressed, who would have thought of a killer appearing like this?

Unexpectedly, it's really a master of the masters.

At this time, there was one more person in the house breathing, probably the owner of the house had returned, and there was no choice but to hide in the bathtub, oops, the bed sheets in the bedroom had been destroyed by me.

Luckily, the man didn't go straight into the bedroom, but headed for the bathroom, knowing what she was going to do with his toes.

There was a sound of loose clothes untied, which I could hear clearly behind the curtain, and I only heard her light steps, and inferred that it was a woman.

What to do? Do you rush out and subdue her now, or do you lift the curtain and give her an iron fist to knock her unconscious?

A killer, now so cautious and careful, Ireta has caused a serious psychological burden and shadow in my psyche, but her strength is indeed not below mine.

Just when my inner struggle was fruitless, the curtain had been opened, and I saw a girl with white skin like jade and a figure that made people spurt blood.

Although I am a killer, I still have a heart of pity and pity, and my hand tightly covers her mouth, and she kicks and kicks on me, scratching and pinching, and her mouth makes whining sounds from time to time.

At this time, I had to speak, my stern eyes froze, and I said coldly: "You are beating me and killing you now!" ”

She stopped moving, knowing how weak the face was to resist me, tears flowed from my eyes, and I continued: "I'm going to let you go, as long as you don't shout, I promise I won't touch you at all, blink if you agree, I'll talk count." ”

Afraid that she would change her mind, I added a threat: "Don't worry, I won't bother you for too long, and if you shout at me, I can kill you at any time." ”

Looking at her bright eyes, she blinked, dark and shining, shining with a charming light.

I slowly moved my hands, the distance was widened, she immediately covered her chest with her hands, turned her back, wiped her tears, her white straight back immediately showed in front of her, just looking at the back has been infinitely beautiful, sighed, comforted: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, you put on your clothes back." ”

By the way, throwing the clothes in front of her, I walked out of the bathroom and smiled casually: "I'm not interested in women's bodies, hehe"

She got dressed and walked out, dressed in casual clothes, blue jeans highlighting the beautiful curves of the lower body, wearing a white camisole top, both pure and cute, about 168CM tall, the oriental temperament is fully revealed, a super delicate pretty face, very beautiful.

I asked in English, "Are you Japanese?" ”

She replied in a whisper: "No, I am Chinese and came to the United States to perform." ”

I continued, "So you're an actor, do you have a knife and a wig?" ”

When she saw that I asked her for a knife, she quickly shook her head, and she didn't dare to speak.

I showed her my left leg and lied: "Actually, I am an American agent, I was chased and killed, and now I am injured, and I need to dig up bullets and abscond in disguise." ”

She looked and saw that I had indeed covered my left leg with a sheet, and wondered, "Really?" ”

I explained, "I just said that in a hurry, please believe me. If I were the bad guy, I wouldn't be the case now, would I? ”

She saw that I was serious.

She hesitated, nodded, and said, "Okay! ”

I'm also good at acting.

Because she was not afraid of me anymore, her movements were much smoother, and she went to rummage through the closet, took out a bag, and put it on the bed.

She rummaged through her bag and said, "I used a wig when I performed before, so I'll keep it, and there's a fruit knife here, can you take a look?" ”

As she spoke, she already had a knife and a shiny black wig in her hand.

I grateful, "Thank you for your trust. ”

She laughed, "I knew you weren't a bad person, I could tell from the look in your eyes." ”

Hehe, am I really not a bad person?

I was tempted to ask this question, but I didn't say it.

I endured a great deal of pain and walked to the bathroom, looking like it was struggling, and she took the initiative to help me, and I put my arm on her fragrant shoulder and said, "Thank you." ”

She smiled at me.

When I took the bullet out of my left leg with a knife, I had already lost too much blood, she brought a bandage gauze, helped me bandage it, cleaned the wound, because I was only wearing panties at the time, her face was red, and I was really touched to see her attentive appearance.

Maybe I'm not a professional killer, and it stands to reason that I should kill her after I regain my strength so that her whereabouts are not revealed.

Kill an innocent and beautiful girl.

Isn't that too cruel?

As she cleaned up the blood from the bathroom and my pants, I lay flat on the floppy bed.

Once again, I would like to express my gratitude.

She came out and made me a glass of milk, handed it to me and asked, "Are you still in danger?" ”

I took a breath from the milk and said, "Yes, the killer is still outside, I have recovered some of my strength so far, thank you for the milk." After that, I dragged my legs, walked to the mirror, put on my wig, and began to put on my makeup, because my face was very thin, and my body was a little thin, just enough to dress up a woman.

She looked at me in front of the mirror and exclaimed, "Your makeup skills are pretty good, your eyelashes are thick." ”

I said helplessly: "Then I should be born a woman, do my business, I need to know something, no way, I am the best at dressing up." ”

She covered her mouth and snickered.

"Can you lend me some women's clothes?" I asked.

She immediately looked for some skirts and hats for women, and she held a wide hat in her hand and said, "I bought this one in Mexico, and I thought it was quite interesting so I brought it back." ”

Looking at me dressed, if I don't get within 3 meters of the distance, you will never see that I am a man.

I brought that hat, no, it's too ostentatious, isn't there no silver three hundred taels here?

Asking her to bring me a leather bag for my changed clothes, she looked at me strangely and smiled again.

I looked in the mirror, wearing an aqua blue lace skirt, a long-sleeved silk white stunka, long black and shiny hair, and a 179CM figure, like a model, looking at a beautiful woman from a distance and a fierce man up close.

It's just that this bag is too mismatched, and any flaw may die, but without men's clothes, I can't change it when I leave the hotel.

She saw my difficulty and understood: "I think I can help you, there is a dance hall not far from the hotel, the name is Death Summoned, my sister just now, just let me go there to play, I didn't go because I was very tired." ”

I worried: "Then you are not in danger, and your life is in danger at any time when you come into contact with me, aren't you afraid?" ”

She thought about it, and justice said awe-inspiringly: "I am not afraid to help a person who fights for justice and crime." ”

She then laughed: "This sentence is very similar to the line, but I feel very excited, you give me the bag, I will go first, wait for you at the entrance." ”

Are agents doing it for the sake of justice?

What is justice?

As I thought, she brushed her hair and walked out.

30 minutes later, I also walked out safely, I endured the pain and tried to do the same posture as a normal person, I didn't find anything suspicious along the way, the sweat was almost soaked through the clothes, fortunately this was summer, did not attract any attention, but when I walked out of the hotel, the waiter at the door also said: "Please go slowly, this beautiful young lady." ”

What kind of eyes do these waiters have? Men and women can't see it, and I look at the eyes of the staff in the whole hotel

It's ridiculous, I must have been very successful in dressing up.

It's 0:54 a.m.

Am I really out of danger?