Incredible couple

Byron is still pretending to be dead, maybe because he is afraid to face Joyce, or maybe because his body is still weak.

Joyce looked at Sweet in the back seat, who was curled up on the seat, with his back facing him, seemingly asleep, and Hogan also quietly pretended to be a Rubik's Cube—it was clearly a Rubik's Cube ──Standing next to his uncle's head.It looked like he wanted to do something and no one would bother him.

Joyce suddenly hugged Byron, because the action was too sudden and the hug gesture was too impolite, Byron quickly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked.It was the first time he was hugged horizontally.

Pyro remained silent, and hugged Iceman to the hood of the car.The Iceman felt that his eyes were not right... there was danger, and emotions that he couldn't see clearly... like anticipation.The mood made Iceman feel bad.

Sure enough, bad things came.Joyce actually began to strip him of his clothes with a look of certainty on his face.

"Hey, hello." Byron grabbed Pyro's hand, but was freed within a second.He yelled: "Hey! You are taking advantage of others! You act like a villain!" He didn't want to be fucked at this time, this place, and this physical condition!

"It's no big deal to be a little bit bad now and then," said Joyce, sounding as if he'd never been bad before, as if he'd never had the more improbable idea that you can't take advantage of others.Besides, Byron made a mistake, and it is only natural for him to "punish" Byron. Sweet will be very happy that he punished Byron in this way, and he will.

"You've turned bad, Joyce." Byron was distressed.

Joyce smiled, and there was a sense of pride in his absolute upper hand in his smile.After two years, Joyce almost got carried away with joy, seeing that he had fulfilled his wish and slammed Byron's spirit so that Byron could not stand up again.

"I like the way you look now." He smiled.It was the first time he kept smiling for so long.

"I hate your expression now." Byron murmured, and then said seriously, "Your technique is too bad, baby, can't you do anything but take off your clothes before doing something?" Byron While he was stalling for time, his body recovered a little, but it was enough for him to walk with sloppy feet, and it would be a big joke to use it to deal with Pyro.Byron was trying to gather strength.

Joyce was stunned for a moment, isn't the first step just to take off his clothes and get in to exercise?

"You should really read something like the Young Master's magazine, and study hard." Byron said distressedly.Obviously he is handsome, tall and strong, his penis is not small, and he doesn't have any prostate problems, but he can't bring pleasure to his partner in bed. What a waste.

"I'm not like you." Joyce has always spurned Byron's playboy style.

"You shouldn't have made me hurt so much the first time I opened a bud!" The strength was recovering, but too slowly, not enough to deal with Pyro.Byron was a little impatient.

Joyce thought for a moment, then shrugged.It really shouldn't be like this. If it hurts too much and causes Byron a psychological shadow, he will be unlucky.Joyce decided to be gentle, he stopped his movements - he had already unbuttoned Byron's shirt, it was rare for him to have the leisure to unbutton it instead of tearing it open - leaned down and kissed his lover's lips .

Byron's lips were a little cold—Iceman's lips are always cold—like jelly just out of the freezer, cool, lubricated, and elastic.Joyce's lips were always a little hot--it's common sense that Pyro's body is hot.

It stands to reason that one ice and one fire should hate each other's temperature.However, they don't actually hate it.No fire person likes their high body temperature—they can’t always eat chocolate—because it’s too intrusive; although the ice ability is not as aggressive as fire, it also has more or less effects on the body. There are good and bad.For example, Byron always has a hard time sweating when he has sex, which is not a good influence, at least Byron doesn't like it.

He believes that the most indispensable things are sweat, panting, and roaring.

He liked the warmth of kissing Joyce, and the other party must also like his coldness, otherwise he would not like to kiss him.

They were intoxicated in the lingering deep kiss, and Byron even panted slightly.

Joyce felt very comfortable, hoping to go further, he let go of the hand holding Byron's head, and came to the other's strong chest.

But God doesn't seem to want Joyce to go to Byron so easily, or maybe he wants to prove to people that it's better to be fully prepared for non-disturbance when doing private affairs.Joyce's communicator rang.

"Beep..." After two beeps, Byron heard a crackling sound. In less than five seconds, the notification sound from the communicator disappeared, and a strong smell of burning came up.

He saw a puff of black smoke rising from behind Joyce's buttocks, staying behind Joyce, but was quickly blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Pyro has always been so easy, simple, and quick to destroy something.

Joyce intends to continue—there is no need to lose interest in such a small episode, but suddenly the communicators of Byron and Sweet both rang, as if they were not afraid of death, they must stop him from doing this life event.

"Maybe there is something important." Byron shrugged, with a relaxed face, secretly gloating.

Joyce took out the communicator from Byron's trouser pocket—they didn't like wearing it on their ears, so Shuhua gave them each a communicator that looked like a PSP—turned on the connection, and stared coldly at the screen. The culprit who bothered me said, "Did your parents die or did your second child fly away?"

"Joyce..." The other party choked, and shouted: "Come back quickly, be careful, the government's anti-terrorist team is rushing to where you are! Get out of there!"

Joyce turned off the communicator neatly, and quickly carried Byron into the passenger seat. He returned to the driver's seat, and bod88 flew out like a rocket.People in the government represent the country, and they have neither the ability nor the intention to challenge the motherland.

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45 Terrorists

No one can keep a happy smile on their face after they are interrupted in the middle of sex and stop having sex.

A cranky Pyro is even less likely.

At this time, Joyce was full of hostility, and his whole body was full of violent and dangerous elements—anyone who came within two meters of him would immediately feel a heat that could almost burn the skin—warning everyone to "forbid Get closer", he has an aura of "I want to kill everyone and create the end of the world".

Everyone around him was terrified, except Byron, who was more than half recovered.

Joyce was very pleased with the major blow he received this time. Of course, he also realized more deeply that everything that might become an obstacle must be killed in the cradle before doing things.

Arriving outside Mailin’s office, Joyce held the doorknob to open the door and entered the room. After Byron followed him, he saw that the stainless steel doorknob had turned red and deformed, as if it had just been in a furnace. Turned around.

Hogan saw it too, and it sank discreetly into his uncle's pocket.

Merlin had been waiting inside for a long time, and seeing Joyce's gloomy expression and Byron's carefree appearance, he frowned.

"You guys are so unlucky." He said, with a pen between his fingers, he tapped on the desk surface unconsciously, "Just to deal with a small base, it can actually cause biochemical pollution, and even attracted the anti-terrorist team .”

Joyce glanced at Byron who was sitting next to him, his gaze was cold and full of disgust.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Mai Lin asked, "You should know that the biochemical laboratory cannot be moved."

Joyce looked like he was not ready to answer this question, probably thinking that the answer would embarrass him too much.Byron coughed twice and decided to briefly explain the situation just now.

"The cannon hit the lab," he said.

"Were you attacked during launch?"

"No." Byron scratched his cheek with a finger. "The gun carriage fell apart when it was fired. It may be that some parts were not installed properly. It was just an accident..."

"What? My ears seem to be broken suddenly, sorry. I actually heard someone say that the reason for a terrorist attack classified as S-class is that a fool didn't pay attention to the gun mount?! Is this true?! I You must have heard it wrong."

Congratulations to Mr. Adrian for winning the honorary title of "Pig Teammate".

It was the first time that Merlin showed disrespect to the Iceman so shamelessly, Byron thought for a while, and decided to ignore his impoliteness this time.

"Well, this world is already so crazy." Merlin said, comforting himself like this. "What are you going to do next? Two terrorists who have become famous all over the world."

"World famous?" Joyce frowned. "I got out of there as fast as I could."

Joyce usually drives at a speed that does not take the lives of passengers seriously, but at the speed just now, the driver's life is also in a hurry.

"It was too late, the anti-terrorism team took pictures of your car and the profile of your brother sitting in the back seat." Mai Lin flipped through the files in front of him and pulled out a photo.Joyce held it in his hand, and seeing bod88 in the photo, it should be taken from behind. Sweet, who was sitting in the back seat, turned his head and smiled at Hogan standing on his shoulder. "The government has found out the identity of the owner of the car, Byron, all the files of you and Sweet have been sent to police stations around the world, only Joyce is temporarily safe.