The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

"... sir, sir!"

He Lang suddenly came back to his senses.

A dark-skinned man in a long robe and a turban stood in front of him, staring at him with a pair of deep eyes, speaking in E with a strong accent: "What's wrong with you, sir?"

"No." He Lang answered him in E language subconsciously, while scanning the surroundings calmly, "I'm fine..."

He Lang and the man in front of him were standing on a narrow street. The stalls on both sides of the road almost occupied the entire aisle, and the noise of selling was endless.Merchants and customers come and go, mostly brown, with deep-set eyes and high-bridged noses, men in turbans and women in veils.Even some women who looked like tourists covered half of their faces according to local customs.

There are crowds of people, and it is very lively.

He Lang remembered, this is the Middle East, and he came to carry out the mission.

He was also wearing a native robe, a turban, and a scarf that covered half of his face.The local area is windy and sandy, and there are not a few men dressed like this.So as long as he doesn't speak, as long as people don't look closely at the only eye he shows, it's hard to see that he is a foreigner.

The local man in front was bribed to show He Lang the way, and when He Lang said "it's okay", he continued to walk forward: "Come with me."

He Lang followed him, shuttled among the bustling crowd.

Finally, they passed through a small stall on the side of the road and entered an inconspicuous small building with "earthy and earthy fragrance".

A local man was sitting at the door, smoking a long cigarette.The person who led the way walked up to talk to him in a low voice, and gave him some money. The smoking man counted the money, then looked at He Lang, and nodded.

The guide walked back to He Lang and said in a low voice, "It's a deal, let's go."

He Lang gave the pre-negotiated fee to the guide from an angle that the smoking man could not see, and after leading the passer-by out, He Lang walked towards the smoking man.

The smoking man knocked on the cigarette rod, then pointed to the side with the cigarette rod, and said in broken E language: "Go, choose one with the door open, anyone with the door open can choose."

He Lang looked in the direction he pointed, there was a short corridor with rooms on both sides and at the end of the corridor.

He walked over, and the smoking man smiled behind his back, taunting unscrupulously in the local dialect: "Gringoes who like 'early adopters', ha..."

As if He Lang hadn't heard of it, he walked into the corridor, and he could see the bed directly from the open door of the room.In every room, there are women wearing veils sitting or standing in the room.

When He Lang passed by, they would at most take a look, without any fluctuation in their eyes, and there would be no more reactions.

When passing by a closed door, the excited voice of the man and the low cry of the woman reached He Lang's ears, accompanied by creaking sounds.He Lang walked straight down without even looking at it, and finally entered the room at the end of the corridor, closing the door with his hands behind his back.

The room could faintly hear the noise of the market outside, but it was not clear.A girl wrapped in a red patterned veil sat on the bed, motionless, and the surrounding environment made her quieter.

Her eyes turned as the man approached, and finally when the man stood by the bed, she raised her hand to take off her veil.

He Lang immediately held her hand and shook his head.

The girl let go of the fingers holding the veil, and He Lang grabbed her wrist, pushed her down on the bed, and turned her over.

The girl cooperated obediently without any resistance.

He Lang leaned over and lifted the veil from the back, exposing the back of the girl's neck.The skin on the nape of her neck was quite smooth and firm, making it obvious that the girl who hadn't taken off her veil was young.

The man's big palm caressed the back of his neck slowly, seemingly with some meaning.With the palm down, the girl's robe was pulled away, exposing her shoulders.

On the left side behind the shoulder, there is an unknown red flower stabbed.

The callused thumb slid across the little flower, and the girl trembled suddenly, but it was not because of what was expected to happen next.

The gun with the suppressor was placed on the girl's temple.

"Hush...I won't hurt you." He Lang whispered, speaking in local dialect, "As long as you answer a few questions for me."

They were stuck together and overlapped in the bed quilt, the gun was pressed so low that it was impossible to see the real situation from the direction of the door.

The girl who turned her head halfway could clearly see the gun, and she trembled slightly uncontrollably, with fear in her exposed eyes.

"I know you will be sent to Zazhuo every Friday..." He Lang stuck it on the back of the girl's neck with an "intimate" gesture, "He has a key, which is said to never leave him. Do you know where it is?"

The girl finally said the first words since they met, her voice was muffled and soft, trembling behind the veil: "I, I really don't know..."

"It's okay, let's talk about something else." He Lang lowered his voice, "Is there something on Zazhuo that never leaves his body, even when everything else is completely stripped off?"

"His ring..." the girl seemed to be about to cry, "the one on the thumb..."

"You mean his power ring?" He Lang asked, "Is there any more?"

The girl was silent.

"Think about it." He Lang moved the hand holding the gun, "Is there anything else you forgot? Don't worry, he will never know that you said it."

"Also, and his prosthetic eye... I really don't know anything else!"

He Lang was silent for a while, until the girl seemed to really start to sob, the man retracted his gun, got away from her and sat up.

It took a while for the girl to realize that the danger was slightly away.She was still lying on the bed, turned her head, and looked at the man sitting next to her.

"……gentlemen?"

He Lang looked into her eyes, with deep and large pupils, looking up at himself uneasily, like a trembling little flower in a storm.

The man said: "I'll go out when the time is up."

The implication is that I won't touch her anymore.

The girl opened her eyes wide, looking very surprised.He Lang suddenly raised the gun again, and the girl closed her eyes tightly in fright, but He Lang just pointed at the girl's back with the muzzle of the gun: "Put on your clothes."

"But..." The girl slowly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the door, with hesitation in her eyes, "But..."

"But what?"

"However, someone will come to listen to the door." The girl said in a low voice and quickly, with a little shyness in her tone, more fear, "If they haven't heard anything, they will know that you didn't touch me , you will definitely force me to ask me what you are doing here..."

If this is the case, no matter what happens to He Lang in the future, the girl will most likely expose the fact that she has leaked the secret.

The girl got up and knelt down facing He Lang: "Sir, please..."

As she spoke, she crawled towards He Lang.Her hands climbed onto He Lang's chest, her eyes met He Lang's, and her knees got stuck between the man's legs.She is still very young, but she is very familiar with doing this kind of thing.

She is not big, and when she climbed up, she was stuck in He Lang's arms.She rubbed lightly on the man's body, and boldly pressed her knee to the man's groin, in order to arouse his desire to "do things".

He Lang is not incompetent, how could he not respond at all?But he has undergone rigorous training, and he can still handle this half-baked method.He tightened his grip on the gun and asked a question he had just noticed: "Are you... a boy?"

The shape and voice of a child who is not fully grown may confuse his gender.But when he put the whole body on He Lang, He Lang noticed a strange feeling somewhere under the robe.

No way... The man thought in a trance: shouldn't it be a girl?

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry..." The boy's hand went down and touched the place through He Lang's robe and trousers, stroking and rubbing purposefully back and forth.

"No, wait, you..." He Lang wanted to take his hand away, but why his body seemed to be disobedient, not only failed to push the opponent away, but also gradually heated up due to the opponent's movements.

With the movement of that hand, the restlessness and heat gathered little by little, and the man's consciousness gradually became blurred.It seems that a layer of fog is slowly covering the eyes, making it difficult for people to tell where they are, why they came here, and what to do.

Only the feeling of the body is getting clearer and clearer.

It feels ethereal, but it seems to hit the soul again.Just as He Lang had the thought of "I can't do this", he was suppressed by something somewhere; he always wanted to push away the person on his body, but his hands and feet were as heavy as if they were filled with cement.The dry fire washed over his body, and the man couldn't help frowning tightly.

"Ah, sir..." The boy moved his hand away, looking at the obvious reaction under the man's robe.Portions are decent and authentic.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then straddled his legs and half knelt on the man's body.Although both of them hadn't taken off a piece of clothing, the boy's buttocks had already been stuck to the bulging place intentionally or unintentionally.

"gentlemen……"

He Lang frowned, tried his best, and moved his finger holding the gun: "...Get out of here, don't touch me."

"No, sir..." The boy's voice also became ethereal, and he lifted off the man's scarf, revealing that oriental face.His face was tense, his brows were furrowed, his breathing became heavier, and he didn't know whether he was angry, anxious or something else.

The boy's hand caressed the man's face, and he slowly moved closer, as if he wanted to kiss him.

"I said don't touch me...!"

A cold and stern light suddenly burst out from the man's eyes, as if the shackles that were breaking free from the shackles jumped up suddenly, pinched the boy's neck, and threw the boy back onto the bed!As the boy fell, the pistol was pressed against his forehead again.

"Who the hell are you?" The man narrowed his eyes, his tone was threatening, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"What do I want to do?" The boy blinked his eyes, as if he was not the one being pinched and pointed at with a gun.He even bent his knees and touched the man's place: "You are already like this, what should you want to do next?"

"Don't play tricks with me." He Lang squinted his eyes, "Is there something wrong with the incense in your room?!"

The locals love to use incense, and He Lang felt that he must have been tricked by a moment of inattention.After all, with his determination, this situation should not have happened.To be honest, even though he is controlling the boy now, his body is still on fire.

"It's your own problem." The boy narrowed his eyes, "You're emotional."

As he spoke, he continued to dawdle vaguely with his knees.The damn thing is, He Lang really felt that the impulsiveness became more and more obvious, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"Fuck, you..."

The boy suddenly laughed in Mandarin: "Look at who I am!"

After all, he involuntarily tore off his scarf, revealing an oriental face!

With black hair and black eyes, it was Song Lin!

His figure seemed to stretch out suddenly, and his voice suddenly changed from that of a boy to that of a young man.He squinted his eyes, unable to tell whether this glance was expressing displeasure or provoking: "He Lang, what do you want to do to me, huh?"

A certain familiar smell also spread from the young man's body, instantly overshadowing the original incense in the room, a little ethereal and empty, with a strange little hook.He Lang replied subconsciously: "I didn't..."

The young man was lying in the red veil, as if he was lying on the red quilt in a trance, and his slightly dissatisfied eyes seemed to bring time back to that night.He kicked He Lang who was on top, half-closed his eyes and said, "...why don't you come to serve?"

Almost exactly the same.

The man smiled suddenly, his lowered eyelids covered the hostility in his eyes: "I am not someone who can touch me, let alone someone who can kick me..."

"……what?"

Click!

He Lang pulled the trigger.