Catherine got up from the tub and dried the foam off her body—she looked through her suitcase only to see that it was full of Anthony. The clothes that Hopkins bought for her were either silk or satin, and there were no trousers, and the only thing that gave her a little protection from the cold winds of the late October night was a mink bolero that had been cut to be smooth and light.

Two pairs of shoes, one is also satin, and the other, thank God, is openwork lambskin shoes with a heel of only two inches.

She hurriedly stepped into the lambskin shoes, put on the longest skirt, put on a short blouse, put on a diamond bracelet, grabbed the small leather bag thrown on the bed and ran out of the room, and jumped down the stairs, the waiter looked up curiously to see who in this quiet little inn could make the noise that only an angry adult rhinoceros could make: "Miss Stalin," he asked with restraint, "what is the matter?" ”

Catherine didn't have time to say more, and she pulled money out of her purse—Hopkins had about a thousand dollars in new bills, the unused kind, which clicked in the air.

"Please help me keep the things in my room," said Catherine, "and the extra is a tip for you." ”

After saying that, she rushed out of the door eagerly, as if there was a devil chasing after her.

Hans touched the bills, a wonderful touch, the room rate and eggnog combined were less than a hundred dollars, and Ms. Catherine left two hundred dollar bills: "I wish you all the best," Hans muttered, "whatever you are going to do." ”

Then he went to soothe the guests who had been woken up by the sudden noise.

The agency's car was waiting for Catherine outside the hotel, and Able opened the door for her.

"You're around here, too?" Catherine asked, and then she knew she was stupid, that Able was the one who was following and spying on her.

The car was hot, the overhead lights were on, and the orange-yellow lights surrounded Catherine along with the smell of leather and rose deodorant in the car, and she exhaled and took off her mink bolero.

The young man in the passenger seat immediately whistled, and Catherine realized that she had picked the wrong clothes. The skirt is indeed the longest, but it is also made of the most transparent material, and of course, the important parts are covered by fine gold sequins. She didn't notice it at all.

Able pressed the window, and a cool breeze swept through the car, and Catherine put on her crop top.

The passenger in the co-pilot made a vague protest, but he didn't dare to go too far, Abel and Catherine were old men of the institution, and their abilities were also daunting.

"Is there anything else to see there?" Catherine asked, as she rubbed herself with the deworming ointment, "I remember there was only a basement left." "It's still burned and exploded.

"They want us to be refreshed." Abel said. He took it over to his partner after Catherine had wiped all the skin she could touch, "We can have something new, right?" Catherine? ”

Catherine didn't speak. She did slack off on her last mission, and she was more fascinated by finding Sasha than the researchers who studied small bugs. Hopkins' trail. The agency turned a blind eye to this, because this work was originally forcibly assigned, and there was no real benefit. They can't keep their names, they can't keep files, they use them as police dogs and tools, and even the Babel laboratory wants to order ticks, and they only get that small box after their current biological research institute is related to "Samael".

Thankfully, it was only because there was only a small box that the ticks that spread out did not cause too bad consequences.

"Has anyone died?"

"Not yet." Abel said.

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. She loves her colleagues, except for a handful of them, for example, Martin.

***

"You'll be able to get out soon." "But to be on the safe side, you'd better not go home and don't contact your former colleagues and friends," Martin said. But I can help you send some money to your old aunt. ”

Jesse looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, baby," Martin shouted, "you really hurt my heart like this, what are you thinking?" Don't tell me you're suspecting me of betraying you or irresponsibly throwing you out? ”

"Or both." Jesse scoffed and said, "I know you're a bastard who likes the old and the new, and maybe you think this room should be a different person." A younger, prettier bunny? She stood up and walked over to Martin, pinching and twisting the pale and loose skin of his neck with her sharp nails. Where are you fooling around again? I could smell that disgusting smell, and when I looked in the mirror, wasn't it a contented nasty thing? ”

Martin turned his head, he really looked in the mirror, "Hmm," and after making sure he didn't leave any visible marks, he put on an innocent look, "I just went to work." ”

"I'm going to play with women, too." Jesse said viciously.

"I'm going to play with women, too." Martin cheekily admitted, "Just a little pastime – you're really not going out?" ”

"What a clumsy way you changed the subject, Martin," Jesse said, clasping her arm.

"But it works." Martin said, "Well, I'll tell you the truth, if I do, you're probably going to have to stay here for a while, but all of a sudden, a big guy jumps out, and he's willing to give Avery . Farmer and his parents provide protection – you're in passing, but you're lucky. But seriously, I think you'd better dive deeper, I can get you the whole set of papers, do you prefer the seaside, the forest or the farm? I have properties in those places. ”

"Honestly?"

"Absolutely." "You're the only woman I want to marry you, and you'll be the mother of my children," Martin said. ”

Jesse had the urge to bark at him for a few seconds - why couldn't he zip his pants tightly if he wanted to marry him?! But she knew it wouldn't help, she had tried too many times.

"Would you like to take a shower before leaving?" Martin advises: "Get new clothes and welcome a new life. ”

When Jesse was in the bathroom, Martin didn't lie on the big soft and comfortable bed to watch the reality show as usual, he knelt on the thick carpet, stretched out his hand, groped in the small gaps, he searched for a while, and finally dug out the ring - he had a good with Jesse on his return, not noticing that he had lost the little thing.

A worthless silver ring with Dolores engraved on the inside of the ring. Kent's name, he wanted to pinch and chew it, but ended up putting the little trophy in his shirt pocket.

(To be continued)

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