man in suit

The laptop that was damaged by bullets smelled of burning, and the unfinished love movie was still being played on the big screen. The betrayed woman was arguing, crying, and fighting with the male protagonist in the rain.

"Good skill." O'Sullivan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scars on his eyes twitched.

In the private cinema with the door closed, He Wenxuan and O'Sullivan pointed guns at each other. The cold muzzle aimed at the heart and forehead. Under the stalemate atmosphere, neither of them had the intention of giving in.

"Thank you for the compliment." He Wenxuan glanced at the broken laptop out of the corner of his eye, pursed his lips slightly, and said calmly, "Have you cooperated with Phillips?"

"I can't tell you that."

"You could have just killed me just now." Instead of breaking the laptop first.

He Wenxuan took out the magazine in the pistol and threw it aside, staring straight at O'Sullivan, while rolling up his sleeves: "This is not the way."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, O'Sullivan suddenly laughed, full of irony. Is this young man who looks extremely gentle taking the initiative to challenge him?If you refuse, it's too much to justify.

Under the gaze of He Wenxuan, the proud O'Sullivan also took out the magazine from the pistol and threw it into the corner. The cold pistol fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He twisted his neck left and right, and the joints of his fingers There was a rattling sound.

"I won't beat you to death." O'Sullivan raised one corner of his mouth provocatively.

Taking a slow and deep breath, He Wenxuan's eyes sank, and a cold aura surged secretly: "The same words are for you."

……

"You woke up sooner than I expected."

After a long breath, Ming Chen slowly opened his eyes. He tried to move, his hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were also locked by metal shackles.

Ming Chen was lying on a soft bed, under the warm yellow light, Altaïr was sitting on a chair beside the bed, drinking wine and looking at him with a smile.

The transparent ice cubes mixed with the liquor swayed gently in the crystal glass. The ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided with the glass wall. The strong and mellow liquid was poured into the mouth, wrapped around the tip of the tongue and tasted carefully. The Adam's apple slid up and down and flowed into the stomach.

As if swallowing a ball of fire, his stomach began to burn, and Altaïr let out a deep breath in satisfaction.

"I hope you don't mind me wearing those gadgets on your hands and legs. It's a good thing for us. I don't want to fight with you, Mingchen." Altaïr sat up from the bed with a smile The man didn't step forward to stop him, "You know I don't want to hurt you."

Sitting on the bed with his legs together, Ming Chen looked up at the wall clock in the room. It should have been half an hour since he fell into a coma.

He took a glance, he and Altaïr were the only two people in the room, and there was no third person in sight.

He blinked, the camera lenses in his eyes should have been taken out, including the communicator that He Wenxuan equipped each of them before, and now they should have been thrown into the sea.

The fingers of the hands bound behind them touched each other, and there was nothing on the fingers. Ming Chen's eyes fell on the table. There was a ring shining under the light beside the half bottle of whiskey. Artest Er searched the weapons on his body, and even took off the ring.

At least not thrown into the sea.

As soon as Mingchen opened his mouth, the words were surprising: "Altaïr, or He Hongxue?"

The tip of his tongue licked his lower lip, Ming Chen raised his jaw slightly, Altaïr still maintained a steady posture, holding a wine glass in his hand and looking at him with a smile, no flaws could be seen in his eyes.

This is Altaïr's soul, but there is a flame in the eyes as deep as the sea, burning with irrepressible desire.

It was Altaïr and not Altaïr, it was He Hongxue and not He Hongxue.

It is not easy to completely suppress another person's consciousness, he is able to smoothly and completely control this body thanks to "Mingchen" seeking the demise of consciousness after death.

It's not so easy for others, what will happen if you meet two powerful consciousnesses at the same time?Perhaps you can ask Altaïr this question.

"When did you find out?" Altaïr didn't look surprised at all, and obvious joy flashed in his eyes, and he asked enthusiastically.

"When I was looking for the holy stone, I had already investigated the information of the previous kings. Without exception, every king was a mediocre or ignorant prince before he inherited the throne, but after becoming a king, he looked like a prince. It’s like changing a person who is good at ruling.” Mingchen said, “It’s always mediocre princes who inherit the throne, but the truly outstanding and powerful princes always die unfortunately, isn’t it interesting?”

"So, you knew who I was from the very beginning?" Altaïr smiled, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palms, looking at his favorite student, "As expected of me My favorite student, since you know that I am a little different from before, but you are willing to follow me to take risks here, I am very grateful for your trust in me, Mingchen."

Ming Chen's eyes reflected Altaïr's every move after tearing off the disguise. He tried to figure out from the other party whether Altaïr's consciousness is dominant or He Hongxue's. At present, it looks more like two people. Consciousness merges.

Became a... new person.

A reborn Altaïr.

There is Altaïr's calmness and ferocity, and He Hongxue's city and cunning.

"You seem a little disappointed, Mingchen." Altaïr put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up from the chair and walked slowly towards the bed, wearing trousers, shirt and vest, and his leather shoes were almost on the floor Without a sound, he stood in front of Mingchen, raised his hand and held the man's chin, forcing the latter to look up at him.

Altaïr wanted to hear more words from Ming Chen, but this man just looked at him with complicated eyes more often, scratching his sensitive heart like feathers.

Crispy and itchy.

Can't catch it again.

"I don't know how you feel when you look at me, but seeing you now feels a little subtle."

"Subtle?" Altaïr asked, rubbing his fingers lightly against the skin on the man's chin, "You think I've changed, don't you?"

Slowly loosening the hand holding Mingchen's chin, Altaïr sat beside the man, his palm lightly placed on Mingchen's knee, the previous suit had already been taken off when the weapon was searched Now, except for the handcuffs and anklets, there is only one pajamas on the body, that's all.

"We have all changed." Warm palms stroked the man's smooth knees, Altaïr poked into Mingchen's pajamas, and moved his palms up Mingchen's legs under the pajamas, slowly and vigorously, as if It's like rubbing the skin off.

He leaned close to Mingchen's ear to reveal warmth, the tip of his tongue licked the man's earlobe like a snake, and bit it lightly in his mouth, with a touch of regret and pain in his deep voice.

"You don't love me anymore, you don't belong to me anymore."

Taking a breath, Ming Chen glanced at Altaïr's fidgeting hands hidden under his nightgown, and said in a deep voice, "You are being influenced by He Hongxue."

"You are right about one thing. I have changed. I have Altaïr's memory, He Hongxue's memory, the consciousness of the two of us, the consciousness of fusion." Let go of the red earlobe that was tortured , Altaïr pulled the collar of the man's clothes, and lightly bit Mingchen's shoulder, he said with a low smile, "At least now I know where the weakness of your body is."

Such a bad side instantly reminded Mingchen of He Hongxue.

"The feeling at the moment of waking up is terrible. To be precise, it should be said... regret?" Altaïr stretched out his hand under Ming Chen's body, picked him up and put him in his arms, Altaïr was talking leisurely While opening the bedside table, he took out a stick of ointment from it, "Because of hesitation and excessive kindness, I lost my life and even lost you. You should understand how I feel when I know you are with another man .”

The tone suddenly became irritable and cold, and Altaïr said in a deep voice: "You make me feel...betrayed."

The selfish desire in He Hongxue's consciousness has penetrated into Altaïr's consciousness, just like the desire for love and warmth in "Ming Chen" has also affected him.

This tsunami-like frenzy came and went quickly, Altaïr pulled away Mingchen's nightgown, and gently pressed the man into his arms.

The two men made a suppressed sound at the same time, Mingchen let out a long breath, and tightly grabbed Altaïr's clothes with his hands cuffed behind his back.

"You know it's impossible for me to really hate you, I just resent myself for not killing Phillips decisively at the beginning, and my sacrifice can't help anyone," Altaïr suddenly became warm, and Altaïr kissed Ming from behind. The fine beads of sweat oozing from Chen's neck murmured, "I thought you were strong enough, and you are indeed strong enough, but you are still injured, aren't you?"

The memories belonging to He Hongxue tormented Altaïr, he hated Mingchen, but also pitied this man.

"I won't allow you to fall in love with anyone but me."

"You should be with me."

"I can protect you."

"You still love me, Ming Chen."

"Even if you don't speak, your body has already told me the answer."

"you love me……"