A figure was put into the crosshair of the sight. It was a woman. She was wearing a Bohemian-style dress, and the skin of her calves that extended from the hem of the dress was snow-white and dazzling. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of short boots, and she swayed as she walked, like a passionate and unrestrained rose. The woman suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction of the aiming device, revealing a devastatingly beautiful face. She smiled and raised her middle finger rudely.
Fordin laughed dryly and put down his sniper rifle. He muttered, "There's really no style at all. A handsome and powerful man like me actually gave me such a vulgar gesture. Could it be that I'm much worse than that little fellow Allen?"
The narcissistic man rubbed his chin and carried the sniper rifle on his shoulder. Fordin, who had come down from a bell tower, suddenly came to a realization, "So it's a woman who likes to gnaw on tender grass. Tsk tsk, actually, I'm quite tender too …"
As Allen had expected, it didn't take long for them to see Fuding. When the man walked over with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, Allen was negotiating compensation with the bar owner. In the end, Allen paid the boss double the price, and the gloom on the bar owner's face dissipated a little.
The crowd dispersed.
Before Allen could say anything, he wrapped his neck around Fuding and said, "Don't say anything, just treat me to a drink."
"Grandpa knows that the Light Concealment Society might come into contact with me?"
Fordin laughed, "Lord Horn is indeed very wise, but he is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. How could he know so clearly?" Just like he didn't know that every time I saw him, I was wondering if Anna had an affair with Master. Of course, that's impossible. That silly woman Anna still can't let go of her dead husband, so I can only hide this disrespectful thought in my heart, but Master doesn't know. "
"Of course, if he finds out now, it must be you who leaked it!" Fordin narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Allen smiled bitterly, "I won't tell Grandpa."
"What are you talking about?" Fordin spread out his hands and said, "Anyway, Master just told me to keep an eye on you. After all, the Federation has begun to become hostile with us. Who knows what dirty tricks they will play on the surface? I was surprised that the Federation didn't come to cause trouble, but the Light Concealment Society jumped out instead. In my opinion, young master, you should agree to them. Look at that woman, she's not bad. She even promised to accompany you for a few nights. Tsk tsk, what a waste. "
"If I do that, I will drag down the family."
"Look, this serious look is exactly the same as when Master was young." Fordin shook his head and said, "Young Master, you can be a little more tactful, such as being a double agent or something. Digging out the Light Concealment Society would be a great contribution to the family and the Federation. Maybe if Sir Moby is happy, he'll give you more rewards. Aren't you making a profit from both sides? "
Alan furrowed his brows.
Fuding patted his mouth and smiled, "I'm just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Let's go drink. What Light Concealment Society Federation? They're all f * cking bad guys. One was a mysterious clown who hid in the back and didn't dare to go on stage, and the other was a troublemaker who did all sorts of things. Just thinking about it made him furious. If it wasn't for the fact that Master wouldn't allow it, I would have gone to the White House to talk to our President about life and ideals. "
Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly pulled Fuding to the hotel and bought a few bottles of home-brewed ale from Peter to stop Fuding's endless mouth.
A suppressed gasp.
Adaline raised her head to look at the ceiling. Under her glasses, her pair of green eyes were as charming as silk. Her nose slightly buzzed, and as a pair of large hands rubbed her chest, the woman gradually became excited. She straddled the waist of the strong man beneath her and slowly sank her waist, engulfing the man's majesty inch by inch. Her body became incomparably hot. After completely engulfing the other party, Adaline felt that the world had become full.
The man's hand left her chest, admiring the two points of captivating red that had become stiff in the air and trembled slightly with the woman's movements. He let out a chuckle, then held the woman's waist and suddenly entered the deepest part of her body. Elena couldn't help but cry out, her body twisting like a snake to match his movements. She was a sensitive woman, and even the slightest movement of a man could make her soul palpitate.
Moreover, this man had always been a violent conquest. In two or three breaths, Elena had already lost her mind, crying and laughing. The man had a cold expression on his face. The woman on his body usually had a cold expression, but who would have thought that she would be as crazy as a different person in bed? This was the charm of Elena. Her nobility and coldness had all faded away at this moment. Now, there was only a bitch for him to play with.
The woman trembled violently, and the man knew that she was about to reach the peak of happiness. He smiled and cruelly retreated. Adaline immediately formed a huge gap, crying and begging him to give her happiness. The man laughed heartily, pulled up Elena's hair, and tilted her head at a wonderful angle. At this moment, the woman's face was confused and her mouth was gasping for breath. The man let out a muffled snort and pushed between her lips until there was no root.
Adaline retched, but the man enjoyed it very much. He simply hugged her head and started sprinting.
It was a frenzied night, and by the time the east was white, Adaline had already fallen asleep. There were almost traces of men all over her body. Throughout the night, she didn't know how many positions she had been played by men, and she had forgotten how many times she had been happy. But as always, she fainted in bliss every time.
After a night of hard work, the man was still in high spirits. He left the bedroom naked, washed off his filth, and put on a clean bathrobe. After hesitating for a moment, he wiped the mirror that was covered in water vapor and saw the serious face in the mirror.
It was Mobius's face, but it wasn't his. Alan narrowed his eyes and smashed the mirror with a punch.
He walked out of the bathroom and went barefoot to the living room. A Labrador trotted over and rubbed his foot affectionately. Alan poured himself a cup of coffee and sat on the brown sofa. He gently rubbed the dog's fur with his hand and looked at the portrait of Mobius on the middle wall. He sneered.
He was now in Mobius's house, drinking his coffee, sitting on his sofa, and working as a female secretary who should have belonged to the president. Alan was no stranger to living with someone else's face, and he was even used to it. As a substitute for Mobius, Alan often had to attend some occasions for the president. These occasions were usually assessed by the president's think tank to have a certain degree of danger. Otherwise, there would be no need for a substitute like Alan. In the past few years of serving Mobius, Alan had forgotten how much trouble he had blocked for His Excellency the President.
In contrast, he received a generous reward. However, Mobius did not know that Alan was not only his substitute, but also a high-ranking member of the Light Concealment Society. He was able to get close to the president because that organization had paid a considerable price to do so.
Alan looked at the portrait on the wall. Sometimes he really didn't know what kind of man Mobius was. This man treats himself even harsher than others. He never smokes, doesn't drink, and only drinks coffee. He is also a workaholic. Many times, in order not to affect his work, when His Excellency the President was working all night in the secret room, Alan took his place and went to bed with Elena.
Moreover, the order to go to bed was personally given by Mobius. Ah Lan knew what he was trying to do. It was to create an illusion for the outside world, to make people think that he also coveted beauty. But who knew that the one who went to bed with Adaline was him, a substitute? Alan sometimes thought that the stand-in for other big shots probably didn't have such benefits as he did.
"You're a pervert." Alan said to the portrait and took another sip of coffee.
In all the years that Alan had served Mobius, he had never seen this man be intimate with any woman, not a single one. Mobius seemed to be made of iron from the inside out, and Alan sometimes wondered if he even had feelings.
But it was undeniable that such a Mobius had almost no weaknesses to speak of.
For such an unfathomable man, staying by his side was definitely a laborious task, not to mention that Alan was a member of the Light Concealment Society. He had thought more than once that when he fell asleep one day, he might never wake up again in a daze.
Fortunately, this day will never come. Because Alan knew that the eclipse plan had already begun. The first step of the plan was to assassinate Mobius and turn him, a substitute, into the president. Although he had the same face, the substitute would always be Mobius's shadow. Now that the shadow had a chance to change owners, Alan could finally stop living in the shadow of that man.
No one knew what kind of pressure he was under.
At this moment, he received a message.
Half an hour later, Alan Guangming was walking into the White House, skillfully treating everyone who passed by him with Mobius's demeanor and tone. Alan even knew the name of everyone in the White House, which even Mobius sighed at. In order to prevent Alan from revealing himself, Mobius even told him many secrets, which made it even easier for Alan to pretend to be him.
Alan met Altès in his office.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer stood by the window and turned around. When Alan saw the undisguised disgust in his eyes, it was just a flash of that look.
"From today onwards, there will be no more Alan in this world." Alstair looked up and down at the man in front of him. "You have to remember this. From this moment on, you are Mobius, not anyone else. It won't be Alan. As for the substitute, I've already arranged it for you. Outsiders won't be able to see even the slightest flaw. Unless, you give yourself away. "
"Tell me, will you? Alan. "
"I don't know what you're talking about, old friend. You're not sick, are you?" Alan said expressionlessly.
Alstair nodded.
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