This was a girl wearing a thin gauze nightgown. She was like an exquisite sculpture covered by faint clouds in the haze. One couldn't help but think of the plump bodies of the ancient Athenian goddesses in Western oil paintings. Their soft lines and soft visual senses were all poisonous catalysts that challenged the limits of male hormones.
Her beautiful chestnut-colored hair hung down to her waist like a satin with large waves. She had a tall nose, plump red lips, and a pair of enchanting blue-green eyes. She was like a fairy that had walked out of a fairy tale, noble, seductive, and full of mystery.
At this moment, this seductress filled with the aura of a mature woman was lazily leaning against the door. Her expression was mischievous and full of the shyness of a young girl.
"Dear Chen-chen, am I beautiful?" Catherine blinked her coquettish eyes and looked expectantly at Yang Cheng.
"Hiss …" Raising his head, Yang Cheng sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I knew it. Other than you, no one would mess around like this."
Catherine pouted, walked forward, and grabbed Yang Cheng's arm. Without any hesitation, she used the two lumps of fat in front of her chest to embed Yang Cheng's arm.
"I haven't been intimate with you for almost two years. You're too heartless. Even if you came to Europe this time, if I didn't take the initiative to find you, you definitely wouldn't have taken the initiative to go to Wales to find me," Catherine said bitterly. She pulled Yang Cheng into the room and closed the door.
The light in the room was dim. Someone had carefully lit some scented candles at some point in time. The soothing Liszt piano music was like the clear cry of a nightingale. Everything made the night seem hazy and ambiguous.
The beautiful woman next to him looked like she was waiting to be plucked. She didn't make Yang Cheng impatient to finish the delicious food that was delivered to his door. Instead, he walked to the side of the large bed in the room and gestured for Catherine to sit down first.
Kathlyn refused to let go of Yang Cheng's hand. In the end, Yang Cheng had no choice but to let the woman stick to him. He said, "You should know that I've changed a lot since two years ago."
"Is it about the marriage? I know about it. I also know that your wife is here too. She's staying in this hotel," Catherine leaned her head on Yang Chen's shoulder and said with a smile, "But I also heard from Jane that you still have a lot of women, don't you?"
"She even told you this. I really don't know what to do with you and your mother … Not only am I married, but a lot of things have happened to me in the past two years, especially in the past year. My view of women has changed a lot. I have to admit, in the days when I first met you, most women were just tools for me to vent my emotions and have fun. They didn't have much value. But now … Whether it's you, Jane, Edward, Sauron, or Makedon, I treat you as my friend, not the 'toy' that made me happy before … "
Yang Cheng laughed at himself and said, "So, Catherine, don't be like this. You don't need to try so hard to please me. We've known each other for almost nine years. Even if you don't please me like before, you're still my friend. You can still get my friendship. "
A strange light appeared in Catherine's bewitching eyes, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. "You've really changed a lot, Chen-chen."
"Hm?" Yang Chen noticed the change in Catherine's expression. Smiling, he said, "Now you look more like a woman in her thirties, instead of a silly little girl."
"You're so annoying. I can't do it when I'm young, but you're sarcastic when you're old. Am I really old?" Catherine let go of Yang Cheng's hands and stood up from the side. She spun around in front of Yang Cheng's eyes, then bent down and stared straight into Yang Cheng's eyes. She exhaled and said, "Chen-chen, even if we're friends, you didn't say that we can't go to bed, right?"
Yang Cheng didn't say anything and shifted his gaze to Catherine's chest.
Because of the looseness of her nightgown, Catherine stood in a bent position, which drooped over her bosom, and within the loose neckline a pair of round white breasts appeared a little crowded, and the bottomless ravine was like an abyss that tempted one to commit a crime.
"Does it look good?" Catherine asked with a smile.
Yang Cheng nodded and said straightforwardly, "It's very beautiful."
"Hehe." Catherine couldn't stop smiling. This posture caused the soft flesh on her chest to sway as if it could fall at any time. An enchanting scent of frankincense was also emitted from her collar.
"Chen-chen, did you know that in all these years after my husband died, other than you, no other man has touched them …" As Catherine spoke, she suddenly straddled Yang Cheng's legs. Her breasts pressed against Yang Cheng's face and she buried Yang Cheng's head in her chest.
"I'm only willing to go to bed with you, only willing to please you, and act like a spoiled child in front of you. It's not because I need you to do many things for me, it's because this is what I like and what I'm willing to do."
Yang Cheng's entire face was buried in the soft, elastic ball of meat. It was warm and he couldn't breathe.
After a while, Yang Cheng's hands moved to Catherine's waist and pinched the soft flesh there.
Catherine's body was filled with excellent flesh. It seemed like there was some extra soft flesh, but it perfectly added to the charm of a woman of her age.
"Mmm." Catherine softly humphed. She could feel the temperature of Yang Cheng's hands. It was a bit scorching.
Yang Cheng pulled his face away from the pair of waves. His bloodshot eyes looked at the enchanting and noble queen in front of him. His voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "I could have controlled it, but you just had to play with fire. Now, it looks like you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Catherine's eyes turned into a pool of spring water. Her alluring body was like a weak willow in the wind as she wrapped around Yang Cheng's body. Her burning red lips gently pressed on one of Yang Cheng's ears. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it. Her breathing was a bit heavy as she said, "Do you still remember when we first met? I wanted you to treat me like the me at that time …"
Her soft and charming tone made Yang Cheng's brain feel like a flash flood had broken out. Countless thoughts gushed out …
…
Italy, Salerno City.
This ancient city lay quietly on the southern coastline of Italy. Apart from facing the holiday resort of the Mediterranean Sea, this city was just like other southern Italian cities: dim and old. Work, study, life, day after day. Apart from the city's football team's competition, which aroused some of the people's enthusiasm, there seemed to be no future that people wanted at other times.
Although it was winter, the warmth of the Mediterranean Sea meant that the residents here only needed to wear relatively thin clothes as they strolled through the streets.
It was the weekend. The Italians, who were naturally undisciplined, drove their cars numbly. They looked at the rows of traffic lights at the crossroads that had faded due to the passage of time. Under the sunlight, it was occasionally difficult to see what color they were.
Perhaps only the Gothic churches left behind from the Middle Ages, with their towering spires, flowery glass windows, and various designs of flying arches, could one feel the never-ending vitality of this city.
Located near the port, the Church of Natches Solo was just one of the countless churches in this city that was not well known.
Almost no one remembered when this church was built. The granite tablet that recorded the history of the church had been buried in the bushes outside the church for many years, and no one remembered to dig it out.
After all, compared to too many classic churches in Italy that were national treasures, this church was really not eye-catching.
It was the most ordinary square design, with a tall spire in the middle. The exterior was black and gray, and there were some flowers that had been baptized by wind and frost. It was hard to tell what the original color was.
At noon, the church's door was pushed open, and a group of peaceful local Italians walked out of the church. There were old people, women, young people, and children.
It was Sunday, and the church's mass had ended.
After the people who attended the mass left, the church's priest, Marino, stood at the door with a benevolent smile on his face. After watching everyone leave, he drew a cross on his chest and muttered something.
Marino was an orphan. The old priest who adopted him had already passed away when he was twenty years old. Since then, Marino had inherited the management of this small church. In the blink of an eye, he was now almost fifty years old. Time flew by, and his most precious years were all dedicated to God, who had never appeared before.
Turning around, Marino closed the church's door. He was the only one in the empty church hall.
Sunlight penetrated the sparse gaps and shone into the church through the stained glass windows, making the mottled walls look especially bumpy.
The air was filled with the smell of decay. Due to years of neglect, the dilapidation of the church had eroded the structure from the inside to the outside. Many times, Marino thought that the roof of the church would fall down while he was sleeping.
Marino's face, which looked more than fifty years old, revealed a hint of pain. He raised his head to look at the Jesus cross in front of the church, and his eyes emitted a hint of mania and anxiety.
After standing in silence for a long time, Marino walked back to the podium in front of the church hall. There was a long square table there, and on the table was a small basket of white bread and a half-empty bottle of wine.
These were the leftovers left behind by the believers after the Mass. However, Marino would never waste food because he was poor and didn't have the right to do so.
Picking up the basket and the bottle of wine, Marino walked to the back of the church hall where he lived. Ever since he could remember, the old priest had accompanied him for more than ten years. Later on, he had lived alone for more than twenty years until today.
After taking two turns, Marino did not enter his room. Instead, he walked to the only guest room that had always been empty.
He pushed the door open. In the room, besides a single bed with a white blanket, there was only a table and a wooden chair that did not seem sturdy.
At this moment, on that wooden chair, there was a woman wearing clothes that clearly did not fit her. She was holding a girl who was about ten years old, and she was quietly reading a tattered copy of the Old Testament that was placed on the table.
It was easy to tell that they were mother and daughter at a glance. This was because the woman and the girl both had beautiful amber hair and skin that was as white as porcelain. Even from the side, one looked like a fairy while the other looked like an angel.
Marino had always thought that this was God's masterpiece. Half a month ago, when the mother and daughter were stranded outside the church and were taken in by him, he had been thinking this way.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the girl was the first to turn her head. Although the little girl's face was as cute as a Barbie doll's, there was no smile on her face. Especially those beautiful sapphire blue eyes, which always revealed an illusion of wisdom … as if she could see through everything.
"Good afternoon, Father," the little girl greeted in a crisp voice.
At this moment, the woman turned around. Although she was not dressed up and her hair was a little messy, it did not hide her graceful and noble temperament. However, the woman's expression was a little innocent. She revealed a cheerful smile and said, "Good afternoon, Father Marino. I'm reading the Bible with my baby. There are many parts that I don't understand. Can you explain them to us?"
The little girl glanced at her mother and said, "You should learn more words first. You're almost thirty and you can't even read the Bible. I'm obviously reading it for you."
The woman stuck out her tongue playfully and reached out to pinch her daughter's chubby cheeks. "Baby, how can you say that about me in front of Father? You have to save me some face. Haven't I told you many times?"
"Let … let go of your hand." The little girl frowned and moved her mother's hand away. She lowered her voice and said with dissatisfaction in a voice that only the woman could hear, "Since when are you acting like a mother? If I hadn't discovered that someone was tracking our hiding place, we would have been dead half a month ago."
The woman pouted her lips. "Alright, baby, you're the smartest. I won't pinch your face anymore."
Seeing the mother and daughter whispering to each other, Marino's expression became more and more complicated. He stood at the door for a while before saying, "Ms. Catherine, I brought some bread and wine over. You must be hungry, right?"
The grievance on Catherine's face was swept away. She smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Father. I'm really hungry. Actually, I wanted to ask Father what he wanted to eat this morning, but I didn't dare to go out when I saw that Father was in Mass."
"It's my fault. I should have prepared some food first," Marino said in English with an Italian accent. He smiled and walked in front of Catherine and her daughter before placing the bread and wine on the table.
Catherine didn't stand on ceremony. She didn't think that the dry bread tasted bad. She picked up a piece and tore off a small piece before stuffing it into the girl's mouth. "Here, ah … baby, open your mouth."
"I'll eat it myself!" The little girl looked like she was having a headache from her mother's action of feeding her. She took the bread and bit into it herself.
Catherine clenched her teeth and snorted. "I'm so angry. Why are the children of other families so obedient, but our Jane is so naughty."
"Don't push the blame on me. No one else has a mother like you," the little girl rolled her eyes at her mother and said the key point.
Marino, who saw that the mother and daughter were about to bicker again, coughed and interrupted their conversation.
"Can I ask you something, Ms. Catherine?" Marino asked with a serious expression.
Catherine blinked and nodded slowly. "Of course, Father, please ask away. However, I'm not very smart. If it's an academic question, it's more useful to ask my daughter, Jane." She pointed at Jane who was sitting on her lap proudly as she spoke, causing the little girl to look gloomy again.
Marino squinted his eyes and put his hand into the big pocket of his black robe with a strange expression. He took out a piece of paper and placed it on the table.
When Catherine and Jane saw the contents of the paper, they were speechless. Catherine had a dull expression on her face, while Jane's expression turned solemn. It was rather strange for a ten-year-old girl to have such an expression on her face.
"… Wanted criminals, Catherine, Jane … Bounty, 10 million pounds …"
Marino picked out the most important words on the wanted poster and read them out. He said with a cold expression, "This is the secret document I obtained from the regional bishop last night. You and your daughter have been secretly wanted in Europe. Anyone who takes you in may be implicated and killed, and the person who hands you over will receive a reward of 10 million pounds. "
The room instantly became quiet. Only Marino's slightly heavy breathing could be heard, indicating that he was not calm.
"Father." Jane suddenly raised her head and said with a cold gaze, "Father, are you going to hand us over?"
Facing the little girl, Marino's expression changed. He said, "If I can really get 10 million pounds by handing you over, I won't hesitate to do so. However, I've thought about it for the whole night. Since you're secretly wanted, handing you over will also be done secretly. How can a person like me, who has no one to rely on, guarantee that they will give me 10 million pounds? "
"You're very smart, Father. If you really do that, you'll only die earlier than us," Jane sneered. "The best situation now is for you to pretend that you don't know anything. That way, we'll all be safe. And when the day comes when my mother and I get the chance to go out again, you'll be our benefactor. "
After hearing Jane's words, Marino suddenly laughed hysterically. He laughed so hard that he staggered back and forth. He stomped his feet a few times as if he had gone mad.
This sudden turn of events made Catherine subconsciously hug Jane tightly. Jane, on the other hand, had a puzzled look on her face. She wasn't scared at all.
"What are you laughing at?" Jane asked.
"Poor child. Although you're very smart, you're really just a child." Marino's face darkened. There was a suppressed fanaticism in his eyes. He said, "You're right. It's indeed a very risky move for me to hand you over. But do you really think that I won't dare?!
I've had enough! I've had enough!!! I've had enough of this shabby little church! I've had enough of the dry bread and poor quality wine here! I've had enough of the bunch of fat bishops who arrogantly take away my church's management fees!!
God?! I've been serving the old priest since I was young. I've used my youth and my most precious time to accompany him! I'm almost fifty years old now, but I've never had a decent meal of steak. I've never traveled abroad. I've never even felt a woman's body!
No one knows who I am. No one cares what my name is. No one cares if my church will collapse! Or if I'll suddenly die of old age one day!
I … I … What's the point of living like this for half of my life?! Was it all for the last person to die alone in this rotten place?!????????????
What bishop, what Vatican, what bastard God! Let them go to hell!! "
The hysterical roar shook the entire empty room, causing Catherine and her daughter to be completely dumbfounded.
"Get lost!!"
Marino suddenly pulled Jane away from Catherine and she fell to the ground!
"Jane!!" Catherine suddenly woke up. She shouted and wanted to carry Jane, but she didn't expect Marino's arms to firmly grab her waist!
Jane was thrown to the ground. Her entire body was sore, and the cold wooden floor made her feel like her body was about to shatter. When she saw her mother being grabbed by Marino, she finally understood what Marino wanted to do!
"Since there's nothing left for me to miss, why don't I treat myself better? Since God sent a beauty like you to my side, how could I bear to reject you?" Marino laughed uncontrollably. The muscles on his face began to contort. He swallowed his saliva and started to nudge his head toward Catherine's body …
In a panic, Catherine used all her strength to push Marino away. However, she was only a woman after all. Even if Marino had passed the age where his physical strength was at its peak, she still couldn't resist him.
"Let go of my mother! Are you crazy?! You're a priest! How can you do this?!! " Jane was finally afraid. The strong girl shed tears for the first time. She threw herself in front of Marino, grabbed one of his legs, and bit down!
"Ah!!"
Marino screamed in pain and kicked his leg!
"Bang!"
Jane's small body was flung away by this kick, and the back of her head hit the table!
"Jane!!"
Kathlyn screamed as she watched her daughter pass out!
Marino couldn't be bothered with Jane's life or death. In his eyes, the beautiful woman in front of him was his path to heaven!
"Catherine … Don't reject me anymore. You'll be my first woman … I … I'll treat you well. I won't tell anyone that you and your mother are here … I … You just have to listen to me, and I'll definitely …"
"No! Priest, don't do this! You … Let go of me … Sob … Why is this happening … "
Looking at Marino's ferocious expression, Catherine finally shed tears. She had never felt such helplessness and fear. She cried and screamed. She felt like she was stuck in a quagmire that she couldn't escape from. If she could, she even wanted to kill herself by biting her tongue.
However, when she thought of her unconscious daughter behind her, Catherine painfully understood that she couldn't die so easily!
She was a mother, and she couldn't leave her child behind!
"Priest … You'll be punished by God for stealing my prey …"
Suddenly, a rough male voice came from outside the door and entered the room.
The man's voice seemed to have a magical power that could chill people down. Marino, who was about to bite Catherine's cheek, shivered and stopped all his actions.
On the other hand, Catherine, who had almost given up resisting, stared blankly at the door with a pair of red and teary eyes.
It was a young man in a black suit and white shirt. He was dressed like a gentleman and was fashionable. From his youthful face, one could tell that he was still a young man.
The young man's appearance was very ordinary, and he had a delicate Asian complexion. Other than his exceptionally bright eyes, there was nothing special about him.
However, it was this ordinary young man who gave off an inexplicable hazy feeling. It was as if everything they saw was not real.
"Who … Who are you?" Father Marino finally realized that something was wrong. He turned around in a panic and asked.
The young man glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground, then at the beautiful Caucasian woman whose clothes were in disarray. He suddenly revealed a relaxed smile. "Tsk tsk, what a beauty. No wonder even the Western monk couldn't help but want to eat."
Such a frivolous and perverted expression on the young man's face created a strong contrast. Catherine momentarily forgot to sob and was speechless.
"Who … Who are you!!?" Father Marino was extremely anxious. The young man did not take him seriously at all, which made him angry and afraid.
The young man walked into the house and revealed a bright smile. "Zero Organization, code name Thirteen. I'm the assassin who came to kill the mother and daughter."
ZERO？ Assassin? Thirteen?
The series of unfamiliar terms made Catherine and Father Marino unable to react immediately.
After a long time, Father Marino came to his senses. "You … You're an assassin?!" It was difficult for him to believe that a well-dressed young man was an assassin.
Thirteen shrugged. "Is there a problem?"
Marino's face revealed a trace of mockery. "Young man, don't think that priests can be fooled so easily. You must've eavesdropped on our conversation and wanted to save them so that you could tip them off to earn ten million pounds, right? Hmph, assassin … If assassins were like you, I could be one too! "
Thirteen scratched the back of his head in distress. "Why don't you believe me? Do you really need me to prove it to you?"
"What can you prove? You're just a kid who's still wet behind the ears. "Father Marino laughed maniacally." Stop bluffing. Let me tell you, so what if you found out that I was going to violate this woman? No one would care about a brat like you … "
Marino did not manage to finish his sentence because in the next second, his head was smashed into pieces …
Kathlyn stared dumbfoundedly at the blood splattering in the air. Just a second ago, the young man who called himself Thirteen had stretched out his left hand and slapped Marino's head with lightning speed. Then, his head exploded!
Catherine had never thought that killing someone could be so straightforward. There was no warning at all, and he used his hand to do something that even bullets couldn't do.
She had never thought that the explosion of a human head would be so beautiful. Other than the thick smell of blood in the air, there was also the … broken neck that was spewing blood like a fountain …
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