Lin Cheng took out his room card and swiped open the door of his room, and then, a cold carved Magnum was pressed against his forehead.

However, he didn't panic, because he knew that the owner of the gun would not shoot at him, and this way of meeting didn't seem to surprise Lin Cheng, and he even had the leisure to joke with the other party.

"I bet you don't have bullets in your gun—"

Although Lin Cheng actually knew very well in his heart that this carved revolver on the top of his head must be full of bullets.

Lin Cheng knocked the fox unconscious, kidnapped her to a hotel room, and then gave her a shot of medicine from an unknown source when he left, and finally threw her alone in the hotel room, and the whole day and night passed, and the fox was tossed enough.

At this moment, the fox's silver teeth were clenched, and she was still very angry about the things Lin Cheng had done to her before.

"You'd better give me an explanation that satisfies me."

"Are you going to have me stand in the hallway and give you a satisfactory explanation?"

The fox was silent for a few seconds before he lowered the muzzle of the gun against Lin Cheng's head.

Unexpectedly, she had just put down the gun, but Lin Cheng directly grabbed her hand holding the gun, pulled her from the room to the corridor, pushed her to the opposite wall, and then pressed it up with his own body.

In order to prevent the fox's resistance, Lin Cheng pressed the fox's hand holding the gun on her back, pressed her back tightly with his chest, and took advantage of the opportunity that she couldn't break free, and handed over the carved magnum in her hand, but the fox could only struggle weakly.

The arm can't hold the thigh, Lin Cheng's strength is so great that the fox can't break free at all.

At the bottom of the stairs, Old John looked up when he heard the sound, his eyes were in contact with Lin Cheng for a moment, seeing that he was pushing the girl in his room against the wall, the old man showed a smile that all men understand, and lowered his head as if he didn't see it.

The bodies of the two were extremely close, and the fox could even feel the warm touch from the chest of the man behind him.

Lin Cheng pressed the fox's arm and slowly approached her white neck, and she could even feel the hot breath from his nose gently blowing on her neck, causing a shiver of cold hair.

"You know, no one can hurt me except myself, isn't the gunshot wound I left when I was injured before very realistic, it was the bullet I asked Carlos for, and I shot myself at myself, although it hurt, but it still tricked you around, didn't it?"

He whispered in her ear.

As Lin Cheng explained, the fox immediately recalled the bullets that the doctor took out from Lin Cheng's body, the kind of silver bullets with a unique process, they all knew that they were bullets belonging to Carlos, but they didn't know at all, in fact, they were Lin Cheng's own shots at him.

In this way, I am afraid that before Lin Cheng was injured, he had already hooked up with Carlos, and as the head of the intelligence system of the Assassin Alliance, he didn't even notice this, and the fox suddenly felt that he was really a failure as an intelligence officer.

Thinking of this, she completely gave up struggling, just turned her head and stared at Lin Cheng's face tightly with her calm and watery gaze.

Feeling that the woman in his arms no longer continued to struggle, Lin Cheng just looked at her quietly, waiting for her answer.

“...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

The fox spoke slowly in a voice that only Lin Cheng could hear.

"What you should be asking, it's not what I want to do, but what does the loom of fate want us to do?"

There was a hint of a smile on Lin Cheng's face, as he clearly felt that the fox's attitude seemed to be a little loose.

"Is Sloan really using the Loom of Destiny to use us for his own benefit?"

"You should know best if he's on the list of the Loom of Destiny, don't you?"

Hearing the fox's question, Lin Cheng asked rhetorically.

Since breaking free, the fox had already read the letter that Lin Cheng had left her, the letter that Lin Cheng had left her was not thick, and there was only a message in the envelope that he had written down temporarily with a pen and paper in the hotel, and a very rough linen, which was from Carlos's hand.

It was the cloth woven by the Loom of Destiny, with Sloan's name on it.

The fox can understand binary coding, she used the magnifying glass on the table in the hotel to superimpose, using the principle of a simple microscope, carefully looked at every line on the linen fabric, converted the binary encoding, and the result was indeed Sloan's name.

She had already proved that linen was not faked, so no matter how outrageous the true answer was, the fox had already believed Lin Cheng's statement.

She was still a little reluctant to give up, after all, Sloan was the life coach who personally led her on this path, so she wanted to get a negative answer from Lin Cheng with the psychology of verification, expecting Lin Cheng to tell her that it was just a joke.

But the answer Lin Cheng brought to her was enough to make her completely dead.

She had trusted Sloan so much, it was Sloan who led her on this path to Shura, it was Sloan who told her that the Weaver of Fate would guide her to kill those who deserved it, and only then could she save more people like her.

And now, when Lin Cheng did not shy away from tearing off the rotten scar—her faith collapsed.

Her hands were already stained with the blood of those innocent people, and countless lives had turned into dead souls, calling her name in hell, hoping that the murderer's life would come to an end, and all that happened was only because of Sloane's own selfish interests.

Lin Cheng suddenly felt that the woman in his arms seemed to be trembling.

Her gaze no longer made contact with him, but faced the wall, raised her head, revealing a plain neck like a white swan, her eyes looked at the ceiling in the hotel corridor, holding back tears, not wanting them to fall, or, at least, not wanting them to flow in front of Lin Cheng.

This is the price of the collapse of faith.

Lin Cheng thought in his heart and silently let go of her hand.

No matter how strong the fox disguises herself, she can't escape her true identity as a woman in the end, emotional, emotional and emotional will always affect her, especially in this situation, all he can do is to comfort her as much as possible.

The next day, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, and Lin Cheng woke up on the large and fluffy bed in the guest room.

He lowered his head and saw a beautiful woman lying naked in the crook of his arm, sleeping, looking very demure, not at all like last night...... It's as if I want to vent the anger and pain in my heart.

"Alas, I'm a girl who can't comfort me at all, and the only thing I can do is probably sacrifice myself."

Lying on the bed, looking at the sleeping face of the woman in her arms, especially the makeup that was washed away by tears at the corners of her eyes, Lin Cheng could only sigh slowly, and felt that it was a little too hard to play last night, and finally closed his eyes helplessly.

He thought he wanted to get some sleep and catch up on it.

But when Lin Cheng opened his eyes again, his gaze immediately met the confused and complicated eyes of the fox in his arms.