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"You really don't want to keep me overnight?"

Standing at the door, Lingdie was a little disappointed.

Mark grinned and said, "Go home, little girl!"

"Call me Psylocke!"

Lingdie raised his chin and said softly: "From today on, I will call you this."

"Goodbye, little girl."

Mark laughed again and closed the door.

Spirit Butterfly pursed her lips, then suddenly laughed and strode away in a happy mood.

Behind the door, Mark pressed his temples with a headache.

This girl is getting more and more difficult.

"Meow~"

The police sergeant ran up to Mark and hooked Mark's trousers.

Mark hugged him with a smile and said, "You think so too?"

"Meow meow!"

"Hey! This is not okay, I am not a beast, attacking a little girl!"

Smiling, Mark reached out and flicked the black cat's nose.

The black cat looked at Mark with tears in his eyes, covered his nose with his two little paws, and then meowed continuously in Mark's arms.

"Haha!" Mark laughed and said, "You are such a greedy cat."

Not only can his cat eat, but he only eats cooked food.

Mark scratched the cat's chin and said, "Wait, I'll get you some fish."

"Whoosh!"

The black cat made a pleasant sound.

Putting a fried fish into the cat bowl, Mark walked into the bathroom.

Although this place is small, it has everything you need.

A bathroom, a bedroom, and a comprehensive area integrating living room, kitchen, and dining room.

The black cat walked to the cat bowl and glanced at the shadow reflected on the bathroom glass door. A paw that was reaching for the fish suddenly twisted and deformed, like a phantom, becoming a hand.

But this situation only lasted for a few seconds and then returned to normal.

"Wow!"

The black cat barked in annoyance and frustration, looked at the delicious fish in front of him, and started eating.

Only eating can relieve it from all its worries.

……

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

Early in the morning, there was a knock on Mark's door.

Mark, who had already gotten up and was preparing breakfast, glanced outside and whispered: "This lunatic is here so early again."

Neuropathy?

Hearing this, the black cat beside him stood up with a swish.

Mark walked to the door and opened it. Wade squeezed in without any explanation. Looking at Mark's breakfast, his eyes lit up and he said: "Hey, I came at the right time. I want two eggs and a ham. The eggs are five." medium rare.”

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched, but the Sheriff, who had been lying quietly, screamed, kicked his legs, and the sharp nails of his four claws came out and clawed at Wade's face.

"Oh shit! Mark! Take care of your cat!"

Wade screamed, dodging the Sheriff's claws and rushing into the room.

Mark closed the door expressionlessly and said unceremoniously: "You deserve it!"

Wade is so crazy. The last time he came to his place, when he went to the toilet after eating, he actually wanted to wipe his butt with the police chief. If the police chief hadn't reacted quickly and made several cuts on Wade's butt, he would have even wiped his butt with him. That guy really got his way.

So, from that day on, one person and one cat became enemies, and they would fight whenever they met.

Letting one person and one cat run wild, Mark went to prepare breakfast.

A few minutes later, Wade sat at the dining table with several bruises on his face, and the Sheriff also lost a handful of hair. He angrily protected his cat bowl and looked at Wade with evil eyes.

"Hiss!" Wade touched his face and said, "This cat almost ruined my handsome face. If this wasn't your cat, I would have shot it to pieces."

"If you dare to do this, I will kill you."

Mark said coldly and placed a breakfast in front of Wade.

"Meow meow meow!"

The Sheriff waved his tail proudly and ate his breakfast.

Wade took a knife and fork and mixed the two eggs together. After smiling with satisfaction, he ate them with bread and ham. When Mark was putting away the tableware, he said to Mark: "I have to go see him today." Does it depend on the situation?”

This mission is more difficult. There is no information and they need to collect it.

Mark said calmly: "You go and collect the intelligence, and then leave it to me to kill him."

"Hey! Do you really think of me as your killer?"

Wade looked dissatisfied, stood up, walked out the door, and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me this time."

He is not a pushover. Although he really wants to, as a man, he has to be tough once in a while.

Mark looked at Wade, groaned, and said, "Okay."

Wade smiled and left quickly, but after walking out of the door, he turned back to Mark and smiled: "I love you!"

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched, unable to hold his forehead.

this neuropathy.

……

There is no moon tonight, and the dark clouds seem to be falling at any time, which makes people feel extremely dull.

In a high-end restaurant, a man with meticulously combed hair and a beautiful mustache was holding a cigar and looking at the man in front of him who was sweating coldly with a smile.

But the background of the two of them was a pile of corpses.

The man with the mustache smiled slightly and placed the cigar in his hand on the dining table. After leaving a charred mark on the white tablecloth, he picked up the knife and fork and slowly cut a piece of steak in front of him and put it into his mouth.

"tasty."

The man with the mustache praised, but the man opposite was sweating coldly. He looked at the figure standing behind the man with the mustache. You Qi took a deep look at the figure closest to the man with the mustache. He rolled his dry throat and said: "Let me go, I'll give you everything I have."

The man with the mustache ate the steak leisurely and said, "Do you think you still have the ability to negotiate with me?"

The man opened his mouth and slowly exhaled, and said coldly: "If you kill me, you won't get the goods."

The man with the mustache paused slightly while cutting the steak, and sighed: "This is really the case. This really troubles me."

A hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes.

The man with the mustache suddenly grinned and said, "But killing you will make me feel happier!"

Take out your gun and aim...

"boom!"

The joy in the man's eyes has not dissipated, but there is a bloody hole in his head.

"duang!"

The corpse hit the dining table with a muffled sound, and the blood quickly soaked the tablecloth, but the man with the mustache smiled happily and ate the steak one bite after another.

In this hellish place, the only way to survive is by 'eating people'!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a figure threw the bearded man to the ground.

The next moment, a bullet shattered the glass, grazed the figure's body and landed on the wall of the restaurant, leaving a shallow crater.

A streak of blood flashed across the figure's body, and the figure stood up, looking into the distance with wolf-like eyes.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The man with the mustache roared angrily, his composure shattered by the sudden bullet.

At that moment, he felt like he smelled death.

"Logan, kill him!"