"what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Three minutes after landing, she was still yelling indiscriminately. After finally accepting the fact that she fell to the ground alive, she began to feel dizzy and vomit again.

"Are you OK"

He squinted at her with distaste while retracting the parachute, Molly bent over and made an OK gesture, and a nausea came up again from the pressure in her chest.

He pouted, and reluctantly walked over to beat her back.

"I really can't, my body can't handle this kind of pressure."

"Be content." GD pointed to the redwood forest in front of him: "If we really counted two or three before jumping, we might be hanging on the tree now."

A room a little farther away, in the woods, was very secretive. She was a little exhausted, so she supported his shoulders and walked to the safe house step by step. He still didn't feel at ease to check carefully, and let her in after making sure it was safe.

"All clear."

She relaxed her mind and limp down on the sofa, seeing GD also breathed a sigh of relief for a while, sitting down with her arms on her knees, the two looked at each other and smiled, this kind of 'escape' has long been a habit for him, For Molly, it was a new and exciting experience in her life.

He found a medicine box to help her deal with the scratches on her wrist. The traces of the last wave of visitors were faintly visible, the hand sanitizer that had just been unpacked, a dart board with a knife inserted on the wall, and half a bag of macaroni was casually thrown on the table. .

A 94-year-old Trailblazer was parked behind the house, but the engine was removed. Molly let go of the hood, and there was a clang sound, and the dust on the hood flew up. She rushed to GD sitting beside her and shrugged Shrugged: "The engine is gone, I can't fix this car even if I have great skills, we won't be able to leave for a while."

He frowned, and went back to the house to fiddle with his mobile phone. His authority in S.H.I.E.L.D. has been blocked. After upgrading the security protocol, he couldn't get in anyway. He could only try his luck by looking for scattered information on the Internet. In the code ①, hidden secret agent messages can also be found.

The surrounding scenery is quite good, the small lake behind the house is surrounded by redwood forests, and the open space when we landed can see hills that are shorter than here.

The most rations in the cupboard are compressed biscuits with a long shelf life. They are terrible. Molly chews the biscuits in a daze. Then, she poured a glass of warm water and wanted to serve it to him, but her bruised and swollen wrist couldn't hold the water glass steady, and the water glass fell out of her hand uncontrollably.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, he lowered his body and held the glass, frowning: "Don't you think it's not messy enough?"

Molly couldn't bear the suffocation in her heart. Seeing his impatient eyes made her even more distressed. She embraced the thin quilt on the small bed and lay down on the sofa, and heard his tired voice again: "Go to bed and sleep."

"You worked hard today, you sleep in bed."

She spoke out her sincerity angrily, and didn't want him to talk about gentlemanly demeanor in her heart. Molly knew very well that if it wasn't for GD, she might have died in Abu Kamal long ago. In her heart, she was very grateful to him.

Annoyed, she covered her head with the quilt, she suddenly had the urge to cry, but she couldn't cry, her arm was pushed twice by something, she poked her head out, GD was standing on her left, rubbing against her with his knees bent : "Get up, you go to bed."

She didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pulled the quilt over her head to hide in the darkness she created. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of her eyes. Molly was carried on his shoulders and thrown onto the bed without any defense. She struggled to sit up, but was held down by him again. : "Goodnight."

She turned sideways and saw him facing her, lying sideways on the sofa, the light was already dim, and the lines of his face became clearer, she wanted to say something, but seeing his closed eyes, she swallowed the words again go down.

'He's tired...'

Molly thought like this, staring at him in a daze, this should be the difference of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, getting along with him for less than two days, but being with him, had an experience that ordinary people might not have in a lifetime.

midnight nightmare...

The blood gushing from Holt's forehead stained half of his face red. He staggered and stretched out his hand as if to pinch her neck. One corner of his mouth was pulled upwards unnaturally, and the blood stains on his teeth were eerie.

She screamed and sat up, sweating coldly.

"are you OK?"

She didn't know when GD was sitting next to her, she calmed down and wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead: "I'm fine."

Holt is his subordinate. He was betrayed by his brother who lived and died together. He must be very sad. Molly forced a smile: "I dreamed that you held me and parachuted~"

Why is the mental quality so poor, he sighed: "Go to sleep, someone will pick us up the day after tomorrow."

"Who?"

He didn't answer, and lay back on the sofa to think about things. When she closed her eyes, she always thought of Holt's hideous face, like a zombie in Resident Evil. She was so frightened that it was difficult to fall asleep, and she lay with her eyes open until dawn.

She gets up when he gets up, and she follows him wherever he goes. In short, Molly follows what GD does, and never wants him out of her sight, uh...except to go to the bathroom.

He knew Molly was scared and followed him like this, watching her sit across the table as she stuffed the macaroni from the fork into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it down.

"I am full?"

She blinked and nodded.

Pulling out the knife from the dart board, he walked outside the house, followed by her in small steps, watching him wrap a circle on the nearest redwood tree from the inside to the outside, and finally carved out a ring target: "Your What about the air cannon?"

She pulled out the air cannon from her waist, GD looked at her cautiously and worried: "Why do you have a soft spot for these two 'toy guns'..."

"It was invented by Du Fitz," she pouted, arguing in a low voice, "Also, this is not a toy gun..."

He didn't bother arguing with her about the categories of sleeping guns and air cannons, so he retreated to a place about 20 meters away from the redwood tree and stood still: "Come here."

"Wow, are you going to train me...?"

"Ah."

She was a little surprised, and walked over to stand in front of him: "Hehe, I actually learned to shoot under such circumstances. Although the facilities are not as good as the training ground of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not bad for you to be my supervisor②. Let me tell you..."

Feeling kicked by his heels a few times, GD thought she was talking too much nonsense: "Split your legs, bend your knees, straighten your arms..."

"Oh..."

"Here, hold it." He adjusted her hand position holding the gun, told her the essentials, and finally said, "Try it."

Molly squinted one eye, felt the center of the ring, and squeezed hard with her finger on the trigger.Her upper body was unstable, and she was thrown back slightly by the recoil of the bullet, but there was no trace on the ring target.

She missed the target, and he sighed depressedly: "You really don't have the slightest bit of wisdom."

"It's so far away, you can't even see the target clearly, how can you hit it?!"

He rolled her eyes, stared at the bull's-eye on the redwood tree, exerted force on his wrist, swung the knife in his hand and flew over to the target, and landed steadily on the bull's-eye.

Molly excitedly ran to the redwood tree, and the tip of the knife almost pierced the fir tree by one centimeter: "Amazing!!!"

GD still had a cold face, but he succeeded in pretending and was looked at by such a cute girl with admiration. He turned his head, couldn't help sniggering twice in satisfaction, then turned back and shouted: "Come back soon, Don't be lazy."

He didn't ask Molly to do him any favors, he just hoped that in case of danger, she would protect him and not distract him when he couldn't.

GD stood behind her, stretched his arms from her side to wrap her around her, and held her hand to let her feel it.

What he made her feel was how to hit the target steadily when shooting, but what Molly found was another feeling.

He was half a head taller than her, and his calm breathing fell on her ears. There were occasional chirping of birds in the forest, the rustling of leaves after the wind blew, and then a moment of silence. She could even feel his majestic and powerful heartbeat.

"1,2,3."

She pulled the trigger according to his guidance, her body was too stiff, and she was rushed into his chest.

"I think...I...I need to rest...."

She blushed badly, threw the air cannon to him, and ran back to the house to calm down.

She was shy, just like the male god she had a crush on in high school was anxious to play basketball and gave her a bottle of energy drink that she didn't have time to drink.

Resting before practice? GD didn't understand why she was resting, so he went into the house and carried her out, leaning on the railing outside the house to 'watch' her: "Continue."

She peeked at him sideways, he lowered his head and opened the package of compressed biscuits, took a bite, and swallowed it with a frown.

These biscuits are really not very tasty.

Seeing him raise his head, Molly quickly retracted his gaze, raised the air cannon and fired at the ring target, hitting the outermost ring of the ring target.

She jumped up happily, facing him and wanted him to praise him, but GD twitched the corners of his mouth without distraction: "Just as long as you are happy."

What, Molly was poured cold water, turned around and continued to practice, he looked worried, what's the use of hitting the ring target, if the opposite is an active enemy, she not only can't hit the opponent, but also exposed her position, what is there to be happy about of.

"Where are you going?~"

Seeing him get up, she quickly chased after him, and he turned around: "You practice hard here, don't keep following me."

"I...I'm afraid..." Staying alone, surrounded by tall redwood trees, in a quiet environment, she pointed at random: "What if a brown bear escapes somewhere..."

"Stupid or not, where is the brown bear?" He poked her forehead with a headache: "Don't you still have the sleeping gun and air cannon invented by your dear Fitz hero?"

She couldn't tell if the guy was taunting her, or if she was really asking her to fight the brown bear in her imagination with a non-lethal weapon, Molly ignored him and caught up with him: "What are you going to do, take me. "

She sat at the dining table with her head propped on her hands, looking at GD who was roasting pigeons in a gas oven.

It was the first time for Molly to see someone eat a pigeon, such a cute animal, how could he eat it, it was so cruel!

He tore the pigeon a little, served it on a plate, and prayed with his hands on his chest: "Lord, forgive me, the compressed biscuits are really bad."

Molly was a little shaken by the tangy scent, looking at the 'dismembered' little pigeon on the table, and recalled the scene when it was shot down by GD when it was flapping its wings and flying...

He tore off the wings full of tender meat, extended his arms and held them in front of her, raised his eyebrows and asked her, "You really don't want to eat?"

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①Code: Agents and spies love to use secret codes to contact...

②Supervisor: similar to teacher and master.

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