Marlena's eyes fell on Hopkins, who was standing behind Gucci Hefner, and she said what she hadn't said last time: "Help me, Hopkins." ”

Anthony. Hopkins shook his head slowly.

"I recommended you." She screamed hoarsely.

"That's right, you recommended me." Hopkins did not deny this, and he shifted his steps slightly, staggling with Hefner, who was standing two steps down, so that Malena could see his face clearly: "But it was Gucci who paid me. Mr. Hefner. ”

The sentence was like a punch that struck straight into Malena's wrinkled face, "I shouldn't have come to you," she said, baring her jagged teeth and her voice full of frustration and remorse: "I thought you could help me, but I didn't expect to be bitten by you." She stood up, dodging the Beam's pursuit, as if in a panic.

"The only one who can control everything but God is the devil," Hopkins kindly reminded, "and you're just a mortal, uh, of course, after cutting out those unusual ambitions and desires." ”

"I'm so unlucky, my lover, my husband, my daughter, my friend...... It's all damned, perfidious bastards......" Marlena babbled incoherently, the beam of the emergency light lingering below her chest, her face and feet hidden in the darkness.

"There's nothing more to say," Hefner snarled in a low voice, "a sudden new piece of evidence, Malena, it's a pity that it doesn't belong to the lawyer, it's dedicated to the prosecutor, your crime has been aggravated, shameless and ruthless witch, you killed your own daughter!" ”

"I am your wife! Her mother! I have the right to dispose of her, a disobedient imp! It doesn't matter, I can give you another one, two or more, a daughter as beautiful as her, and a son, haven't you always wanted a son? …… Wait a minute! Don't shoot! I can save her! ”

Hefner hesitated, and the finger pressed on the trigger loosened slightly: "...... You say you can ...... Do? ”

"Of course I can, if I can take it away, I can give it!" Malena almost roared, "She's not dead, is she?" Give me five seconds and I'll be able to heal her and be as healthy and beautiful as ever! ”

Hefner unconsciously tilted his head slightly, hoping to get a hint from his trusted psychiatrist.

He made a mistake.

Marlena pounced with all her might, the moment Hefner's eyes and muzzle were no longer focused on her.

Hefner immediately pulled the trigger, and the gun rang out, and more than once, the bullet passed through Malena's body, but at the same time, Malena had already knocked him down, and she was prostrate on top of him like a wolf holding down her prey.

The emergency lights fell, and white beams of light swayed between the ceiling, the walls, and the floor.

The woman bared her scorched teeth and bit down on the man's throat, blood spilled out, moistening her chapped lips—a cursed miracle was upon her again, and Marlena regained her original youth and health in an instant—she rode on Hefner's body, her full chest straightened, her face ruddy, and her eyes as bright as jewels or stars, "You are so delicious and nutritious," she said, "My dear husband, you have a life force that no one else can match, and perhaps you could have lived to be a hundred years old." She pretended to sigh, "No wonder you're always in the mood...... Oh, you should thank me, I remember that you wished to die in the arms of a young, pure, beautiful girl, but now it is a slight deviation," she reached out and grabbed Hefner's shriveled face for a moment, followed by a series of swift and continuous impacts—Hefner's skull clattering against the marble floor.

"Prostitute, devil ......" Hefner spitted out the most brilliant and filthy words in a staccato and indistinct manner. And Malena reciprocated with a laugh.

The shadow on the wall flickered.

"Stand there, Mr. Hopkins," Marlena commanded fearlessly, Haffner's gun in her hand, bullets still in it, and the safe, of course, open, triumphantly unprecedentedly "the tide of life." ”

"I don't think so." The ghoul grunted, and he glided into the darkness to the left, so to speak, with great grace, the bullet passing through the air, Anthony. Hopkins swooped in front of Malena, who lifted a lanky leg and kicked her in the jaw with precision.

A rather neat kick, no less than WWE's Heartbreak Kid (the star of the game, one of the game's special moves is the jaw smash kick), Malena tumbled down the stairs for the second time, the gun in her hand was thrown off the wall because her fingers hit the wall, and her jaw was broken in at least three pieces, and she fell on Bonnie's body, Bonnie didn't say a word.

"Maybe I should have warned you in advance," Hopkins said as he stepped over his employer, "I'm sorry. ”

Marlena struggled to get up from Bonnie's body, her elbows pounding around, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a dying victim beneath her who had robbed her of her youth and vitality.

Hopkins noticed that her distorted face was recovering, so he picked up the gun that had fallen on the steps and shot her in the abdomen, where the solar nerves were concentrated, and Malena wailed, her lips pursed in pain, trying to get the last bit of help from Bonnie, who was struggling to breathe—like squeezing the last bit of juice out of a lemon, she sucked it wholeheartedly, her head spinning rapidly—could she use Hefner to intimidate Hopkins? The founder of a erotic/erotic magazine may not have much weight, but she knows that Hefner has a huge organization standing behind him, and they won't be happy to see a successful agent die suddenly for some inexplicable reason, no, no, Hopkins will choose to kill her to kill her, he can completely blame Hefner's death on her, and the fact is true, although he can be said to have committed dereliction of duty - but he still killed the culprit, didn't he?

So what should she do? Now Marlena couldn't help but regret that she didn't leave a way back - she declared that she was dead, and a little blonde girl from a remote town, unaccompanied and unprovoked, lay in the coffin in her place, otherwise she could manage to age for a while, and when Hefner died and Monica was incapacitated, she should be able to inherit the huge inheritance as guardian - and she would disappear as soon as the money arrived...... Maybe she could talk to Hopkins about it, she could talk to him about half a point, that's a staggering big number, he'll think about it...... At the very least, he had to think about his child, he loved him, he was willing to give him the best, and he could, as long as he remained silent until she had completed all the formalities.

He will agree, you live in this world, you can't lack money.

A small warm hand rested on Malena's neck.

She crooked her eyes in bewilderment, and sprinkled sand. When did Hopkins appear here? She didn't notice it at all, but she quickly threw the thought away and became happy that she could take the child hostage! If Anthony. Hopkins didn't want his child to consume the rest of his life in a matter of minutes—he had to listen to her—what should she say, order Hopkins Sr. to kill himself or force him to admit that she killed Hefner and Bonnie?

By the way, she had to ask for his password before he died. All of them, she knew very well, that people like them had some secret accounts where they could withdraw or transfer money as long as they gave their passwords.

"You said," Sasha. Hopkins said, "You want to feel that power again, right?" "His front teeth still hadn't come out, and his speech was leaky and sounding ridiculous.

The tide of light came rushing in, and in just one breath, it engulfed Malena, it was so gentle, and so domineering, it rushed into Malena's body from the eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and even every pore, it made the skin hot, the blood boiled, it seduced and directed the ability to move in the depths of the body—they united to break through the shackles and shackles, everything became uncontrollable, and the vitality that had penetrated into the body suddenly increased to a terrible point— Narrow passages can't hold that many ...... There were too many, and it overflowed, like real water, and it rushed ferociously towards where it lacked it.

Bonnie trembled and groaned, what she had been taken from her was now back, her muscles firmed again, her skin was as smooth as porcelain, the blood had returned to her cheeks and lips, her snow-white, hard teeth had grown out of her pink gums, her broken bones had moved to the right place under the tug of an unknown force, and the punctured place had begun to heal.

"You want her to live?" She heard Hopkins say that. No one else had a voice that made her heart tremble as Dr. Hopkins now did.

Sasha didn't say anything, but Bonnie thought he should have nodded or something, since she wasn't hurt.

"But we still have something to do," Sasha said, "I think I've made a new discovery, try it?" ”

Bonnie felt a grown man's hand land on her forehead.

"Think of Hopkins, think of us," Big Hopkins said in a soft voice, "open your memories, Bonnie." ”

(To be continued)