The noise of the TV woke the female warrior and she sat up with her head covered, and Verelle still had a headache.

After sitting in a daze, the female warrior got out of bed naked, and she noticed that there were torn men's clothes on the ground.

Still a little sleepy, Verelle walked to the bathroom in a daze and stood under the showerhead.

Warm water poured over Verelle's body, and memories of yesterday gradually came to mind, and Verelle slowly recalled that she had fought again.

It was as if a man had carried himself back, and the man was very tall, and he seemed to have taken him on that night.

"Uh, it can't be, right? My mother doesn't like men! ”

Verelle whined at her temples, and the memory came more clearly.

Flushing gradually welled up on Verelle's cheeks, and she finally remembered what had happened that night—the man was so strong that he seemed to know all his weaknesses—and lost.

It's cool, this man has given himself a taste of the joy of being a woman.

After cleaning herself up, Verelle returned to the room, looking at the messy clothes on the floor, Verelle felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

The stranger must have left, it's just a dewy affair, let it all go up in smoke.

Verelle comforted herself, and she collapsed on the bed again, unexpectedly feeling something in the back of her head.

Looking up, Verelle found a piece of letterhead paper with a line of text on it:

Remember our agreement, New York Harbor, I'll be waiting for you there.

Promise, do I have any agreement with him? Verelle pressed her temple in distress, and the conversation slowly emerged:

"I'm going to deal with an enemy tomorrow night, do you dare to kill someone?"

"Hah, murder? Why should I help you? ”

"I know you're a sniper, and no one will be able to spot you."

"I'm a soldier!"

"You're bloodthirsty! You can go to the scene first and then decide if you can make a move. ”

"Where?"

"New York Harbor."

"I don't necessarily have to do it then."

"Yes, you'll do it when the time comes. Just remember one thing - we are a front. ”

I'm going to make a move? How do you think I'm going to help you?

Verelle was not convinced, she felt as if the man knew her very well, and since she had seen him at night, the man had prevailed at every turn.

Count yourself as a dead lady? The old lady won't go!

……

At nine o'clock the next night, Verelle appeared on the docks in a black tracksuit, carrying a long line of travel bags on her back.

I'm not here to help you, I'm just curious, I want to see what kind of character you are.

Verelle comforted herself in her heart, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she jumped off the dock.

After a while, the ship's anchor chain dangled in the shadows, and a petite figure nimbly climbed up with it.

Jumping off the side of the ship, Verelle flashed behind several boxes, and then two crew members walked over laughing loudly.

When the crew was lost at the end of the ship's side, Verelle flashed out from behind the box, and she looked at the mast on the top of the ship, and Verelle ran towards it at high speed.

Without being noticed by anyone, Verelle made it to the top of the mast, where she found a small platform.

Opening her backpack, Verelle took out the sniper rifle, and quickly assembled the firearm, Verelle lay quietly on the mast, and began to search the dock with her scope.

I'm going to make a move? How can you be so sure? The old lady just doesn't accept your attitude that seems to know everything about me, I just came here today to see the excitement.

At nine o'clock, the harbor of New York had gradually quieted down, the ships at anchor had gradually decreased, the pedestrians on the harbor had gradually dispersed, and Verelle's mind became more and more sober.

It occurred to her that New York Harbor had been searched for by herself.

The man was looking for someone, he used his own personal computer, and he helped him connect to the terminal server, and then found out the person whose name was Lies.

Nares seemed to be a government figure, and he was about to smuggle out of New York today, and Verelle suddenly felt that there was something strange about it.

As a government official, why did he smuggle out of here? Unless he is under extreme physical threat, so strong that even the government cannot guarantee his safety.

Verelle snapped, her pupils constricted, and she realized that last night's man might be a criminal.

"Bastard, you want to take advantage of me! Looks like I'm really going to meddle today. ”

Verelle gritted her teeth, she searched more carefully.

As the minutes ticked by, Verelle lay there patiently. Although she has a fiery personality, the female man is very professional, and her body is completely integrated with the darkness.

At eleven o'clock, Verelle saw a man on the docks, a slender and muscular man, with a thick towel under his chin, which covered half of his face.

This man is the man from yesterday.

The man circled around the docks, his eyes scanning the few people on the docks. Eventually, the man stopped under a lamppole and leaned against it, glancing over it.

Verelle's whole body tightened, her eyes flashing from behind the scope, and she felt as if the gaze was staring at herself—could it?

Pursing her lips, Verelle leaned into the scope again, and the man under the street lamp was already playing with his mobile phone there.

Delusion, delusion!

Verelle comforted herself, and she continued to observe the man quietly, Verelle wanted to see the man's face clearly.

But half of the man's face was covered in a scarf, and Verelle couldn't see his whole picture at all, she only felt that the man's eyes were very clear.

The man had been playing with his mobile phone, and it didn't look like he was waiting for someone at all, and Verelle couldn't help but be a little curious: How do you find your enemy? Do you have any other companions?

At one o'clock in the morning, a black sedan drove by. The car stopped on the edge of the dock, and several men in black got out of the car, and these men in black dispersed rhythmically towards the dock.

The main character is about to appear.

Verelle frowned, and she immediately judged the identities of the men in black from their steps and demeanors, all of whom were well-trained agents.

The four agents took control of the favorable terrain in the vicinity, and they stayed there as if nothing had happened, and one of them stayed in the vicinity of the man in the scarf, either intentionally or unintentionally.

At two o'clock, the second car drove into the dock, and two people got out of the car, and Verelle immediately noticed that the scarf man's brow was furrowed, and she said secretly in her heart:

"The Lord is coming."

……