Allen was very grateful that Martha didn't rush up immediately. Although he had killed Marley, the Origin Energy in his body was surging, and even slightly chaotic. He needed to stand still and adjust in order to restrain the chaotic Origin Energy. Looking at Marley's corpse, he had the urge to laugh heartily. Unfortunately, the time and place were not right, so he could only think about it in his heart. In Marley, he could clearly see his own improvement. Right now, even an opponent like Marley, who was around Level 21 or Level 22, as long as he took the initiative, he didn't even need to use his projection or ability. He could suppress and kill him with his combat skills alone.
Marley died unjustly. If he had known that Allen and Catherine had been entangled for more than half a month and could survive the hands of Death, he would have known that Allen was not an expert that could be easily dealt with. Naturally, he would use his full strength at the first moment, instead of probing with his combat skills like before. Instead, he was killed by Allen, who had advanced his combat skills under Catherine's life and death tempering.
After standing still for a moment, the Origin Energy in his body had already calmed down. Only then did Allen look at Martha. The woman even forgot to escape. It wasn't until now that Allen's gaze reached him that he reflexively jumped backwards and pulled out his two sabers. However, her hand that was holding the saber was trembling slightly. Allen walked towards her with Xue Yin in his hand.
"Tell me, who is Colonel Bula's immediate superior?" Allen's gaze swept across Martha's body, from her delicate eyebrows, which were rarely seen in black people, to her body wrapped in tight battle clothes. From the plump and alluring peaks to the flat lower abdomen, it finally landed in the mysterious triangle between his legs.
Martha was very uncomfortable with his gaze.
It wasn't that she hadn't been stared at by lecherous men before, and she had seen more rude and direct gazes than Allen's. However, the problem was that although Allen's gaze swept across some sensitive parts of her body, his eyes did not contain the slightest bit of eroticism. He was more like a wolf, staring at a person's neck. From this, Martha knew that the other party was observing her body to find fatal and vulnerable places on her body.
The woman who had always been calm in the face of men's gazes couldn't help but shrink back, making a rare show of weakness. However, he still stubbornly said, "Don't say that I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. After all, if I don't tell you, I'll die, but if I tell you, I'll wish I was dead. "
"So you think it's easier to die by my hands?" Allen stopped three meters away from Marsha. At this distance, he could attack at any time and ensure that Marsha had nowhere to run.
He shook his head. "If that's what you think, then you're very wrong. What's your name? "
"Martha." The woman did not conceal this, nor did she have anything to conceal.
"Okay, Miss Martha." Allen nodded and said, "You probably haven't thought about it, but I don't actually have to kill you. All I have to do is break your arms and legs, or chop these things off for you and get you back. I think I can get something out of you. Besides, I have a friend. How should he put it? He himself was a master of assassination, so he was very good at interrogating people. I think you probably don't want to try his technique. "
Martha shivered.
She knew very well that every assassination master knew the human body like the back of his hand. They knew which part was sensitive and not fatal. They could make you suffer from pain, but they wouldn't let you die. In their hands, death was a luxury, and pain was eternal. Martha had personally seen a few prisoners who had been tortured to the point of mental breakdown. They were as helpless and pitiful as animals, completely losing their human dignity.
Martha couldn't help but shiver at the thought that she might become like that. She forced a smile and said, "It's really scary, but I don't think you'll do that."
"Oh, what makes you so confident?" Allen looked at her with interest.
Martha suddenly threw away the two blades in her hand and stood upright. She deliberately puffed out her chest so that Allen could see her full mountain peaks clearly. At the same time, her legs were tightly closed, making her curves even more beautiful and sexy. Just her simple posture made Martha exude the seductive charm of a mature woman. Allen was sure that she had to have received professional training in this area.
"Because I'm a woman, and I'm a woman who can make you happy." Martha walked towards Allen.
When she approached, Allen realized that she was actually quite tall, even a little taller than him. In this way, when Martha was almost on him, Allen didn't need to lower his head to see a stormy sea from the corner of his eye. Martha deliberately pushed against Allen's chest. Because she was wearing leather armor, there was no metal coldness. Instead, it emphasized the elasticity of her chest.
With her experience, Martha was sure that Allen had already reacted to her body.
Allen did feel a ball of flame burning in his lower abdomen, but his eyes didn't change at all. Martha held his face in both hands and said, "Look, even if you don't want to admit it. But your body is loyal. It wants to get me. It wants to ravage my body, and I will let you get the greatest release. "
Her hand slid down Allen's face, past his broken armor, and landed on his lower abdomen wrapped in his combat uniform. Martha gently pressed down on his abdominal muscles and continued to slide down, "Look, I really don't know who Colonel Bula's boss is. Even if you don't kill me and torture me, you won't be able to get more. I'll even give you some false information. Believe me, I can still do that. "
"And then?" Allen's other hand was picked up by Martha. She placed it on her chest and guided Allen into the deep ravine between the two peaks.
Martha giggled, "So it's not good for either of us. Why don't we do it another way?" In order to survive, I'll do everything I can to please you. Really, I'll let you taste something that no other little girl has. Frost's night is long, long enough for you to taste every corner of my body. I'll tell you which part of this body is the most sensitive, and you can play with me until you're satisfied. Just like this … "
She withdrew her hand that was stroking Allen's abdomen and hugged his head with both hands, letting him sink deep into her two peaks. Allen was almost suffocated by the two peaks, and then he heard Martha's long moan from above him. Every twitch in that syllable was a fatal temptation to men.
However, Allen, whose line of sight was blocked by Martha, did not see that the woman's hands were around his head. A metal spike was sliding out of her sleeve. The tip of the spike was aimed at Allen's neck, and Martha was still moaning, luring Allen to continue stepping into her trap. She could already feel Allen's hands landing on her tight buttocks and gradually groping upwards.
A cold smile flashed in her eyes as she stabbed the awl in her hand at the back of Allen's neck with an imperceptible movement. At this time, Allen had already hugged her snake waist and was constantly squeezing his body against her. Martha could feel that the majesty of the man in front of her was pushing against her forcefully, ready to attack at any time. Martha had to admit that if it weren't for the fact that they were on different sides, she really wanted to let go of everything and have a crazy night with this young man.
She believed that it would definitely be an impressive night. Her body also responded faithfully. At this moment, she yearned to be violently entered by this man and ravaged by him. But now, she had to send this awl into his neck, cut his cervical vertebrae and arteries, and then leave with his corpse.
What a pity.
She thought. Suddenly, she felt that Allen seemed to be hugging her too tightly. Those two arms were like iron rods that made it hard for her to breathe. Martha suddenly understood something and was about to stab down with both of her hands. However, it was still a little too late. The other party's strength increased explosively, and Martha could clearly hear the sound of his powerful hands breaking her spine. The sound of bones shattering clearly drilled into her ears, suppressing all her strength at the same time.
As a result, the awl in his hand slipped from his palm and fell to the ground, making a soft ding sound.
Only then did Allen let go of the woman who could no longer stand up on her own. Martha fell to the ground like a puppet, her face filled with fear.
This was true fear.
"For a moment, I almost believed you." Ellen sat down beside her, raised her chin, and said, "But when you look at me, guess what I see in your eyes?"
Martha was speechless.
"Viper." Allen pointed at his chest and said, "There's a viper in your heart, so I know that everything you do and say is to lower my guard. Is that the foreshadowing of the murder? "
Without waiting for Martha to reply, Allen's hand left her chin and slid down Martha's neck. Martha seemed to know what was coming. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as she begged, "Please don't kill me. Look, I can't do anything now. You can enjoy me without worry."
Allen lowered his head and said, "I heard that some women in the Federation have received special training. They can even hide some lethal weapons in their bodies, and then those men who try to have fun with them will eventually bite them."
Martha's expression suddenly changed. She suddenly screamed and opened her mouth to bite Allen. Unfortunately, just as she raised her head, Allen's hand on her neck suddenly exerted force and broke her neck. With her eyes wide open, Martha's head fell to the ground powerlessly, her eyes filled with intense unwillingness. Only at the moment of death could Allen see the true side of this woman in her eyes.
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