The room was dimly lit, and there was only a slight sound of breathing.

The mind affected by the drug became chaotic, and Okiya reached out to hug the person in his arms, gritted his teeth before speaking, and pulled his thoughts back a little.

Is...... Annoying.

The astonishing sensation came from the place where he had been bitten through his neck, and gradually poured into his body, and at that moment he just wanted to let himself reach out and hold the person in his arms, and press the person into his arms with all his might.

He lowered his head, trying to kiss each other's pinna peeking out of the black hair in the two of them, tilting his head away as his lips were about to touch the skin, and finally just rubbing his soft black hair with the side of his face.

No matter how much I told myself it was a dream, the touch on my neck still made people feel hot.

Ikekawa Na clinged to him quietly, as if he didn't realize that he had been carried back to the room by a man who had thoughts about him at the moment, and the door was still locked.

The attitude of giving himself to him wholeheartedly, the quiet dependence or embrace, the demeanor he had never seen in the two years he was undercover, was now laid out in front of him naked/naked.

"That's enough." He took a deep breath, and only after recovering from his dizziness did he notice that his strength was too great just now, and he was afraid that it would leave some terrifying fingerprints on the opponent's waist.

Reaching out to protect the back of the other's neck, the other hand was slightly forced, and Okiya gritted his teeth to make people raise their heads, and the words that came out were more like warning themselves than saying to the other person, "That's it."

Of course, he knew that in reality and in dreams, as long as there was a beginning of indulgence, everything would get out of hand.

Ley's identity allows him to hint at the other party without any scruples, seize the slightest weakness and chase after the victory, whether it is semi-forced, or momentary interest, 'Ley' will not be suppressed, will not be restrained, will only do what he wants. Because for people in the organization, the relationship only begins with no other feelings, and the simple pursuit of pleasure/sensation has no other reason.

But now it's different, after removing the identity of 'Ley', whether it's out of respect or whatever, even in a dream, it shouldn't be.

He opened his mouth to say something, but after calling out his last name, he got stuck on what followed.

After that, what should I say, let the Ikekawa Na I imagined in my dream stop moving? It's like you're playing something with yourself......

Before he could use his somewhat chaotic brain, which was affected by hallucinogens, Okiya felt the clothes on his chest tighten, and the person in his arms pushed his chest and walked indoors as if he was dissatisfied with his silence.

With a pain in his back, he was pressed directly on the tatami mat, and the young man sat on top of him, in the same position as in the storage room, but now the man above was obviously much more relaxed than before.

In the darkness, only the pair of alien eyes shone dimly, he licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the man below him with an unknown gaze, and stepped forward again.

In this place, use the hallucinogens in the vampire's teeth to stun people, and you don't have to clean up the mess after eating, if you bite someone out at the door, you have to drag him in, Akai Shuichi's muscles look heavy, and he doesn't want to have to do physical work after eating.

Gritting down on the neck again, sweet blood spilled between his lips and teeth, and the bright red blood was mixed with melted mercury that only vampires could see, and poured into his mouth with the blood.

It's memory.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the other person's neck, increasing the force on his mouth, allowing his thoughts to sink along with the memory of the other party's vampire buff at the moment.

**————**

A bitter cold wind swirled down from mid-air, brushing the side of his face and lifting the black hair that spread out.

The two men with long black hair whose hair was entwined in the wind, and the man with the longer hair reached out and pulled the car door shut, quickly pulling out the sniper rifle parts from the bag disguised as a cello and assembling them.

As soon as the first part was installed, it was snatched away by the person next to him, Columbai narrowed his eyes of different colors, reached out and pulled the car door, and directly drove the person in the passenger seat to the car, "You come to drive, the co-pilot will vacate it for me." ”

I probably didn't expect the other party to suddenly make this move in the case of being hunted down, Rai

Yi frowned, and was about to say too late, but was blocked in his throat by the other party's next words.

"I can't drive, if you don't want to end up in a car accident, you'd better get me down and change places."

No matter what the situation, handing over a car with a broken window to a guy who can't drive is a self-defeating act of self-defeat, and Ley quickly swallowed back the words of questioning time, and changed positions in a few steps, sitting in the place where Columbeth was originally sitting.

If he drives, he won't be able to use a sniper rifle to hinder the enemy chasing behind him, and I'm afraid he will have to sit down and prepare to be besieged by the other side.

Mentally prepared for this, Ley pulled the throttle to the maximum, and the moment the car rushed out, he

Columbeth was seen expertly assembling the sniper rifle, placing the barrel on the window, and then pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Bullets flew out, and immediately the sound of shattering glass and emergency braking was heard from behind.

He was surprised that the other party's posture of being too proficient in using the sniper rifle was only a small part, and he was even more surprised that both the posture of assembling and mounting the gun was exactly the same as that of the killer with long silver hair.

Firearms have so-called standard postures, but in fact, really good snipers have their own habits of using guns. And Columbai's posture with a gun is simply a copy-and-paste version of gin.

And it's not like you can learn it overnight.

Whether it's the similar posture when smoking, the action of snuffing out the cigarette butt on your fingertip and pressing it into the ashtray, the posture in the details of the fight, or the action when using the □□ or sniper rifle, there is a lingering shadow of gin.

It's as if he was taught by the man with the long silver hair.

Ley frowned, quickly withdrew his gaze, turned the steering wheel and rushed to the other road with the other party, the car snatched by the side of the road could not adapt to his extraordinarily wild driving skills, and there was a loud grinding sound while driving a few crooked 'S' shapes on the road.

The car shook violently, but Columbia's hand with the gun didn't shake, and Ley saw from the rearview mirror that the cars and motor vehicles chasing behind him fell to the ground one after another because of bullets, and he didn't mean to drive faster to let the other party use fewer bullets.

Anyway, it's not the police who are chasing them, it's the guys from another force, so it's better to solve them a little more now.

The two of them had good driving skills and good marksmanship, and they didn't let the pursuers behind them get any benefits all the way, but they had no choice but to have a large number of opponents, and the bullets they prepared had already bottomed out and had not thrown off the people behind them.

"There are no bullets." Columbeth frowned. The incident happened suddenly, he didn't have much time to prepare, and the original communicator was also destroyed by a bomb in the previous clubhouse, even if the organization got the news of support when he was in the venue, I am afraid it would take more than half an hour to arrive.

He shouldn't have come to supervise this guy's mission today, originally thinking that since he was pretending to be a lover, he could just wait for him to find a hotel to rest after the mission, who knew that this guy could poke such a big basket and just bump into the FBI and the other party.

The culprit of this matter · FBI undercover agent Ley had a serious face at the moment, and seeing that the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, he stepped on the accelerator again, but the vehicle did not speed up much, and even made a series of unpleasant sounds.

"Get out of the car!" Columbeth reached out and grabbed the hand of the man next to him who was pressing on the handlebar, and motioned for the other party to stop the car.

Without his words, this car would not last long. Hearing this, the man in the driver's seat directly reversed the steering wheel and crossed the car in the middle of the road, which had been shot through the trunk.

The moment the vehicle stopped, there was a sound of brakes behind it, and then the bridge car that stopped was quickly surrounded by people on motorcycles. The man in his kimono jacket pulled out his hand/gun from his waist and aimed it at the men outside.

Ray was quicker than him, jumping out of the vehicle like a cheetah when he stopped, kicking the motorcycle in front of him with precision, and sweeping the surrounding enemies with his hand/gun.

On the other side, Columbeth fired two more bullets, hitting the tires of the car chasing farther behind him, and before he could unload the sniper rifle and put it in his backpack, he felt a darkness in front of him, and the guy who had already grabbed the motorcycle directly reached out and grabbed his waist and pressed him on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"You?!"

It's too late to scold the other party for directly lifting people up, and because of the clothes on his body, he can only barely sit on the back seat.

He quickly dropped the empty hand/gun in his hand, and touched down the opponent's waist, and soon touched the hand/gun pinned to his waist.

Columbai clenched the gun in his hand and quickly pursued the enemy who was crawling down from the rear car, and because of the sudden bump, the first bullet missed the position.

"Hold me tight." Ley's voice came from the front, and as soon as the words fell, he twisted the handlebars and sped the motorcycle out, "Watch the back." ”

This guy is crazy in both sports car and motorcycle skills, and he can't open his eyes when blown by the wind, and the man in the back seat squinted his eyes, and with a single-handed gun, he neatly burst the tires of the two motorcycles that caught up, and immediately let the pursuer roll over from the railing and fall into the sea.

He subconsciously hugged the waist of the man in front of him, and shot a few more shots to the back before he asked, "If you go up, it's a dead end." ”

There is only one road ahead, which leads to the top of this mountain, and if you go to the top, you will be digging into a dead end.

"Don't take the winding road." Ley quickly explained, "The last mission was around here, and there were Orion's houses on the hill, which was safer than at the bottom. ”

At night, Orion's house means to be crammed into the same enclosed and dark space as this guy.

But it's really the best thing to do right now.

The man in the back frowned and didn't answer.