Back bite

"How can domestic violence be prevented?"

The omega in front of him was curled up on the high chair, his petite body was wrapped in a camel sweater, ten white and round fingers were exposed under the loose sleeves, and he was sipping a glass of 25-degree cocktail.

The name of the cocktail is Afternoon of Death. His alpha husband was assassinated this afternoon. The death was very tragic. The bullet pierced his abdomen diagonally from his left hip, and the mistress lying under him was so frightened that he wet a sheet on the spot.

Ordering this cup of Death Afternoon tonight is meant to commemorate, or celebrate, after all, the death of her husband was in his plan, and the killer he hired was talking to him face to face.

Cheng Wei leaned on the bar and smiled, his handsome face was covered by a large shadow when he lowered his head, the colorful lights dancing in the nightclub traced the outline of his profile, and the anti-slip chains hanging on the legs of the gold-rimmed glasses followed his movements. Slight slip on the shoulders.

Judging from the superior appearance and elegant temperament, Cheng Wei is not even a killer at all. It is more like a young gold-collar who relaxes here for a short time after get off work. After a drink, he will go home and change into a soft sleeping bag. The robe leans against the bedside or on the leather chair in the study to work overtime until late at night.

Except for the client whose cheating husband had just passed away, no one would have guessed that there was a Browning M1935 pistol hidden under Cheng Wei’s soot coat. entrust.

The alpha bartender behind the bar persevered in persuading this cold-faced omega wearing a suppression collar to enjoy the B52 bomber he had carefully prepared for him. Cheng Wei suppressed a trace of impatience and turned his head to interrupt the bartender for the third time The gushing: "Sorry, I just want to drink milk now."

The bartender took the cocktail back in a sly manner, and turned around to serve the guest a glass of pure white sweet milk.

The client was still looking at him anxiously waiting for an answer. Band-aids with a bear pattern were stuck on his forehead and side of his face, but Cheng Wei had seen white bandages wrapped around his limbs and abdomen under his clothes.

Questions related to domestic violence are not easy to answer for Cheng Wei, who has never been married or even in a relationship. He is more willing to discuss with like-minded people how to spread a net to eat away at companies that have invested heavily.

But the client belongs to the same type of flower scent pheromone as him, so he can spend a few more seconds to answer the other party's confusion because of this.

"Two options, either not to get married, or to become stronger," Cheng Wei tapped the glass with his slender fingers, his calloused fingertips felt the temperature of the hot milk conveyed to him through the glass, "Of course, From the moment you approached me, you have already taken a step towards becoming stronger."

The cat-like eyes of the client curled up. He could finally sleep well tonight without worrying about the husband who came home from working with his mistress and dragged him from the bed to the cold hard floor of the living room and kicked him in high spirits.

"Thank you." He took out a bank card and pushed it to Cheng Wei, "This is the final payment. I added [-] more to the original amount."

Cheng Wei unceremoniously pocketed the remuneration, and as a return gift, he stuffed a stack of washed photos between the client's two thighs: "This is the live photo of your husband's death. Have a nice dream."

Omega jumped off the high chair and bid him farewell with the photo in his hand. Cheng Yi picked up the glass and drank the remaining half glass of milk. He had already swallowed the last sip of milk carelessly when he noticed the smell of alcohol slipping across his tongue. .

He raised his eyelids suddenly, and the bartender was playing with the shaker and turned to smile at him: "How about it, it tastes good, right?"

The bottom of the glass is lightly coated with gin, and it is not until the last sip that you realize that this glass is not purely sweet milk.

It was approaching ten o'clock in the evening, and the customers who came to the nightclub looking for excitement and indulgence had already entered a state of madness. They were dancing and drunk, Cheng Wei looked around, stood up suddenly, propped himself on the bar and turned over, so fast that the bartender could only see a touch of it. The black shadow that brushed past was pinched by the neck and pressed to the ground by the cold-faced omega he just teased, and the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his chest.

The cool scent of edelweiss squeezed out from under Cheng Wei's restraining collar. The bartender, as an alpha, was oppressed by the omega and dared not move. He opened his mouth slightly and explained eagerly, lest the ruthless gun would end his life : "I just want you to taste..."

"I reminded you three times that there is no need to add wine." The long and narrow eyes behind the glasses drooped a little, and Cheng Wei slightly pulled the trigger with his thumb, "Is there anything else in it?"

Anyone can only be caught when a gun is pointed at their vitals, let alone a low-level alpha with extremely weak attack capabilities. The bartender raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender, and his words were unclear: "Sir... I swear Just a little wine."

There is no reward for killing this person, especially now that the most important thing is not to deal with this low-level alpha who poses no threat to him. Cheng Wei graciously put the gun behind his waist, and patted the bartender's face with the back of his hand: "This is not an example."

When he got up to leave, his exquisite Lutus leather shoes ran over the bartender's hand hanging on the floor, and a scream was drowned in the deafening music of the nightclub. The metacarpal bone shattered. For a bartender who lives on his hands It was a fatal blow.

Cheng Wei pressed the back of his neck and quickly left the noisy nightclub.

The phone was vibrating in his pocket, and he took it out to answer it. The archivist of the studio confirmed to him before leaving get off work: "Boss, has the client settled the final payment today?"

"Just finished, the file can be bagged and sealed, take it to Xing Xiao to sign." Cheng Wei paused, a sudden numbness in his body collided with the internal organs, and the irrepressible pheromones came out from under the collar , he kicked the wall angrily, and ordered to the other end of the phone, "Let him come to Guijue Nightclub after signing, five minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Wei touched a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. While puffing, he unlocked the lock screen and looked at the to-do items in the memo to distract attention. entrust.

The entrusting party is Zheng Huihong, the president of the largest gland trading association in China, and also the deputy director of the gland research center. He bid 500 million yuan to entrust Cheng Wei to capture Xue Xunye and remove his glands, but Cheng Wei repeatedly refused to return it three times. Four in-person visits to increase honorarium to request assistance.

Because among all the candidate trustees, only Cheng Wei doesn't care whether the commission is too difficult, but whether the commission remuneration reaches the ideal value.

In the end, Zheng Honghong raised the price to 6000 million, and Cheng Wei reluctantly accepted the commission, but there was one condition. During the one-year mission, Zheng Honghong could not have any form of urging, let alone send someone else to disrupt him. hunting plan.

Five minutes later, Cheng Wei stubbed out the cigarette butt, put his right hand into his pocket, pinched the suppressant tightly and then released it. The phone screen lit up, and he answered the call through gritted teeth. The archivist said cautiously, "Boss, Mr. My lover Omega is in heat, he hurried back to appease..."

"..." Cheng Wei almost tore off the snow chain.

"He also said, Boss, hurry up and find a suitable alpha to marry..."

Cheng Wei cut off the phone decisively, and scanned the strange faces on the street with sharp eyes. Even though he knew it would be futile, it was not impossible to give it a try.

He gave up searching after a few minutes. Betas accounted for 75% of the pedestrians on the street, and the rest were low-level alphas and omegas that were useless to him. If he returned to the nightclub now, he might still be lucky enough to catch them. A high-level alpha to solve their own needs.

But now he wants to shoot that disobedient bartender to death.

As soon as he took a step, someone bumped his shoulder hard. Cheng Wei subconsciously touched his back, and looked up to find that the other party was stopping and staring at him sideways.

The man was very tall, Cheng Weijing was 1.8 meters tall, standing in front of him, he had to raise his eyes slightly, and looked at the aggressive eyes exposed under his black and white fissioned helmet, and keenly recognized that it was The high-level alpha he was looking for was at least SS level or above by visual inspection.

If they met at Killbase, this alpha would probably make a great opponent.

Cheng Wei vaguely smelled the strong smell of flames intruding into his nostrils, and the glands in the back of his neck began to ache.

His hand left the handle of the pistol, Alpha apologized to him in a low voice, turned around and was about to move on, Cheng Wei grabbed Alpha's arm, and felt the strong muscles of the alpha through the fabric of the clothes.

Under alpha's puzzled gaze, Cheng Wei raised his brows, lifted his index finger up the glasses frame that had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and when he was used to the superior person, he spoke not so much as a request, but as an order: "Hug I will."

Cheng Wei's weakness - easy to be induced by alcohol into false estrus, inhibitors don't work, it needs a high-level alpha to hug.