The voice......

Du Keming was shocked in his heart, how could it not be inexplicably shocking that someone who shouldn't be here actually appeared in his room?!

"Why are you here?" His back was pressed against the door, his body tense and defensive.

In the darkness, Jones' eagle eyes stared at him sharply, and his voice was darker and hoarse than he was: "Is it interesting to ask knowingly?" Well? ”

Defect! Don't use the boss to deal with your sister-in-law, can you use it on the master?

Du Keming was very unhappy with his tone, and his face suddenly fell, and he said coldly: "Since you know that you are not welcome here, you should not appear here!" ”

That's enough!

He was pretty sure he liked women with bumps over men with hard walls on their chests!

As soon as Du Keming's words fell, his subordinates made a move, punching him in the abdomen, even if he knew that he couldn't win, it was never his style to sit still and wait for death.

Suddenly he was punched, and the anger in Jones' eyes was even worse!

In order to get out of that ghost place alive, he went through a life-and-death struggle, he cooperated with the local army to destroy the secret military base of the terror, and before leaving, he was tripped by ten black men, and after killing the tenth man, he was almost blown into a smear of black ashes.

Although he came back with a life, he also had large and small injuries on his body.

Otherwise, with his skills and reactions, how could he not dodge his fists?

A hint of surprise flashed in Du Keming's eyes, could it be that his skills have grown? was actually successfully attacked by him!

Jones has a fire burning in his heart, and he has no mercy for Du Keming, he will beat him when he should be beaten, who makes him not remember his goodness?

Not only do you not remember, but in the blink of an eye, he showed affection with other men on this island, did he think he was dead?

Jones's eyes were sharp, and his attack moves were resolved one by one, because of the serious injuries in his body, it was not easy to fight, on his forehead, on his back, cold sweat.

Fists face each other, you come and go, muffled snorting one after another.

In this room filled with the smell of cologne perfume, the fist wind drove the airflow, and a smell of blood gradually overshadowed the smell of perfume......

In the dark, the two of them lay on the ground panting, their noses and faces swollen.

Every punch is a heavy hand.

But Jones always unconsciously avoided his vital points, after all, he was a killer and learned all the tricks of killing.

But it is undeniable that he does not want to seriously injure Du Keming.

The corners of Du Keming's mouth were lightly raised, and he played happily with Jones for the first time, instead of being suppressed by him in an all-round way, which can be said to be a shame!

He was just about to speak, but suddenly he sniffed the air deeply, where did this strong smell of blood come from?

Du Keming sat up suddenly, staring at a black shadow on the ground, when did Jones, who was impregnable, also become so thin and tender, and he bleed after a dozen?

This should have nothing to do with his sunbathing fitness!

The only possibility is that Jones himself is wounded!

Depend on! After thinking about it, he cursed in a low voice.

That's why Jones broke the lights in his room and made the whole house smelly, right?

The cologne scent in the room was just to cover up the smell of blood on his body!

Damn it!

Du Keming took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and saw Jones lying on the ground in tatters, with blood on the corner of his mouth, he was also so embarrassed?

"Hey! Are you dead? ”

"I've let you down." Jones' eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Du Keming frowned, and wanted to leave, after all, there were not many times when Jones couldn't control him while he was injured!

But for moral reasons, Jones wasn't an outsider either.

No matter what he thinks of him, he and he are also brothers who are friends in life and death, leaving the injured brother and leaving, he Du Keming can't do this!

Bastard! With a low curse, he pulled Jones up and walked to the bathroom, "Go wash your body first, don't stain my bed!" ”

Jones abruptly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him, "You want to sleep with me?" ”

“…… You're thinking too much. Du Keming gritted his teeth, he really wanted to leave with his hands!

Jones stopped talking, this kind of thing is not in a hurry, the best meat needs to be stewed slowly, just like wine, take your time, it will be mellow and fragrant!

After a few steps, Du Keming helped him into the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom was fine, and as soon as he turned it on, he saw Jones' embarrassed look and said sarcastically: "You're from Africa?" ”

Jones nodded disapprovingly in the face of sarcasm: "Hmm." ”

Du Keming's expression was stunned, and then he snorted, he couldn't shower directly, so he threw him into the bathtub and began to release water.

Jones sat against the bathtub, his eyes as sharp as an eagle staring at him tightly: "Why are you and Luo Yishen here?" ”

"I have a holiday, I can go wherever I want, why can't I be here?" Du Ke turned his mouth to the side of his mouth, what he wanted to say was, do you care?

To be on the safe side, he still didn't want to irritate the dormant beast, even if the beast was injured, it was aggressive.

Not wanting to be stared at by him like a prey, Du Keming stood up: "You wash first, I'll go buy something and come back." ”

Jones closed his eyes, not asking him where he was going or if he would leave.

He still knows Du Keming very well, after all, he has known him for so many years, and he is sure that he has a deeper affection for him, so he naturally has to know himself and his opponent in order to lure the enemy deep and win all battles.

Du Keming said that when he went shopping, he should have gone to buy medicine for him.

Originally, he didn't plan to come to Hawaii to see him with injuries.

But Sanshao's words made him have a different idea, and occasionally show weakness, he may get unexpected gains.

Just like Sanshao, in front of Gu Manman, and in front of their group of big men, it seems that they are schizophrenic, and they are completely different modes of getting along.

If you are a human being, you will have someone you want to be close to, and because you like it, you cherish it, and naturally, it will be different from treating others.

And Du Keming is the person he wants to treat specially.

His gentleness only belongs to Du Keming.

Jones' eyes suddenly became sharp, he got up from the bathtub with a brush, walked out of the room, took a Du Keming dress and put it on, came out of the window, and found Luo Yishen's room.

But this time, he crouched at the window and frowned, and did not immediately open the window to enter.

It's just because there is a second person in Luo Yishen's room!

Still a woman!

Jones didn't look long before returning to Du Keming's room.

He knew Du Keming's personality, and he would not leave a dangerous woman with Luo Yishen, that is to say, they all knew that woman, as for why Luo Yishen was lying down, it had nothing to do with him.

As soon as he returned to the bathroom, Du Keming came back with a medicine box.

"Here, after washing and medicating yourself, leave this room to you, I'll go." Du Keming put the medicine box on the stone shelf by the bathtub, and left.

"Wait." Jones stopped him, "I can't get the medicine on my back, I'm sorry for you." ”

Du Keming paused as he turned around and walked, and only thought for a second, the so-called helping people to the end, he walked around behind Jones, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the large burning wound on his back.

In the bathroom, there was a moment of silence, and neither of them spoke again.

After waiting for the medicine, Du Keming didn't say anything about leaving, after all, Jones had such a serious injury on his back, and he would definitely have a fever if there was no accident at night.

There was nothing to say, nothing to do, Du Keming took a bottle of red wine and came out.

"Give me a drink." Jones looked at him.

Du Keming frowned, and said in a faint voice: "You can't drink." ”

"I want to drink." Jones looked at him with the same look in his eyes.

"Whatever." Du Keming stopped him anymore, he could drink if he wanted to, and pour it himself.

Jones sat across from Du Keming and poured a glass of wine with graceful movements, like a Sven man, who couldn't tell that he was a killer beast at all.

Du Keming drank two glasses, and suddenly became very bored, obviously they didn't have such a relationship before, and now they feel like they have nothing to say when they sit together!

"Let's talk."

"What do you want to hear?"

Not again! Du Keming looked directly into his gaze: "Let's talk about how you used to be a killer." ”

Having known Jones for many years, he knew that Jones was reluctant to talk about his career as a killer.

But the development of the plot was completely unexpected by him.

Jones gave him a deep look, and suddenly drank the red wine in his glass, and just when he thought he was going to drop his glass, he poured another glass of wine and drank it dry in the same gulp.

In the next second, he stared at the dartboard on the wall with sharp eyes like an eagle, and fell into memory: "Our training, since the age of five, three thousand children on an island, three hundred survived, and then among these three hundred people, who do you want to have a good relationship with, the training instructor deliberately put the two in a group, cannibalism, only one ......"

"When I was fifteen years old, my hands were covered with blood, hundreds of lives were folded in my hands, no one dared to approach me, I had no friends, and I lived in darkness every day......"

"You know what? I've managed to escape from that island, and there are a few like me, but I'm the only one who was caught and punished, and sure enough, it's not suitable for friends. Jones's last sentence was extremely ironic.

Du Keming couldn't laugh, although he hadn't personally experienced killer training, but he listened to Jones's relaxed tone, how much pain was involved, perhaps, only Jones himself knew.

In this world, it has always been, whose sorrow and pain, who knows.

Du Keming thought of his training in the army, although it was also very cruel and there would be a mortality rate, but it was still relatively humane, at least you couldn't persevere, and if you wanted to quit, you could choose to go.

But the people who cultivate killers do not know how to respect life.

So Jones, there was no choice.

If he is not ruthless, he will be the one who will die.

It can only be so.

"So, did you have a nightmare?"

"If you say you haven't done it, will you believe it?" Jones didn't answer the question, the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of self-deprecation, that dark history was the last thing he wanted to remember, and never wanted to talk about again.

But it's not that if you don't say it, you won't exist.