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Chapter 23

When Peter woke up, Dolores was still sound asleep, her soft and warm body was tightly pressed against his arms, and a bare arm was lazily wrapped around his chest.

Her hair was disheveled, rubbing against his chin softly, and Peter woke up from a half-dream in an instant.

He was tense all over, and the worst part was that he was now a bit of a "young boy's little morning problem".

This can really kill.

Peter could smell the familiar sweet and soft aroma of her body, as well as the warmth of Dolores' skin passing to him through the thin nightgown material...

And one of his hands was still on the lower part of her waist, clinging to a curve there.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, and soon a little sweat leaked from the tip of his nose.

He can't calm down like this! !

Peter nervously licked his dry lips, then looked at Dolores carefully, and began to try to move out slowly.

He slowly withdrew his hand from under the quilt, and then moved his position quietly.

Dolores seemed to feel something, and moved her fingers slightly, which froze him instantly.

But instead of waking up, she withdrew her arms, turned over, and rolled from his arms to the other side.

She turned over and took the quilt away, still sleeping deeply, with her arms stretched out, her hair disheveled lying on the bed, breathing softly.

Peter quickly jumped out of bed almost holding his breath, and then fled into the bathroom blushing as if being chased by a ghost.

When Dolores woke up, she vaguely heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She yawned, then stretched out on the bed, got out of bed with bare feet, and walked over the thick carpet to the closet to pick out clothes.

She still had to go to Kingsman's stronghold today. She pulled out all her energy and picked out the clothes of the two of them. She picked up the hair tie and tied her hair high, ready to wash.

Peter came out of the bathroom, dripping wet, with water dripping from his hair, a bath towel around his waist, and a clear blush on his face.

Dolores turned around and raised a smile: "Are you done?"

She picked up her change of clothes, tiptoed over and gave him a kiss, and said briskly, "Wait for me to clean up."

Peter was a little embarrassed and helpless, but Dolores didn't notice it: "Wipe your hair, your clothes are on the bed, change quickly."

She bit his lower lip wickedly, and ran into the bathroom lightly like a deer.

Peter reached out and touched the place where she bit her, and suddenly gritted his teeth a little.

He really wanted to let her know how powerful she was.

Peter shook his head vigorously, water splashed everywhere, he shook his head helplessly, grabbed the towel and wiped his hair indiscriminately, went to the bedside, picked up a change of clothes and began to put them on.

Kingsman is a high-end tailored suit tailoring shop with London characteristics. The suits displayed in the window are neat and elegant, reminiscent of another representative feature, that is, British gentlemen.

Pushing open the door, the doorbell jingles, everything in this store is full of a classic and retro British atmosphere, as if returning to the old days all at once.

A man was sitting on a leather sofa. He was wearing a low-key but decent suit, and he looked full of abstinence and gentlemanly sense, like some important person attending a reception in high society.

Except for the familiar pair of black-rimmed glasses hanging on his face, Harry looked nothing like the chef he had seen in the restaurant yesterday.

"welcome."

Harry put his crossed legs down, stood up and held out his hand to them: "Nice to see you again, did you rest well last night?"

Peter shook hands with him, hesitated for a moment: "...that's pretty good."

Dolores smiled and shook hands with him: "Mr. Hart."

The black umbrella in Harry's hand lightly tapped the floor: "Please call me Harry. This way please."

The corner of his mouth curled up, leading the way for them.

As he walked, he said: "I rented a car for you, and you should have arrived at the hotel by now, don't worry, someone will help you pack your luggage, and after the weapons are selected, you can go directly to the town of Ronald .”

He unscrewed the doorknob. This was a dressing room with a large mirror erected. On the wall next to it were tools such as tailor-made soft rulers.

Harry sideways let them in, and Peter said nervously, "I didn't take my driver's license."

Harry raised his eyebrows: "But you can drive, can't you?"

Dolores nodded: "I will too, but our driver's license is fake."

She and Peter looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Harry seemed to laugh: "It's okay, if you are detained because of this, I can bail you out."

What he said was quite humorous, but Peter couldn't help but prayed silently in his heart that this must never come true.

Dolores looked at this small room, and she guessed that there should be some kind of secret passage or secret door here.

Maybe behind the mirror?

Harry didn't go to the mirror as she expected, but reached out and pulled the empty hook on the wall.

The walls sank in and slowly slid away, revealing a secret arsenal of weapons.

"so cool..."

Peter couldn't help thinking of those classic British spy movies again.

Harry smiled: "You live in the city of the future, it must be much cooler than here?"

Dolores and Peter smiled at each other: "The city of the future is indeed very interesting, with a lot of Stark technology."

The tip of the umbrella in Harry's hand tapped the ground again: "I really want to take a trip there."

"Very welcome."

Peter said kindly.

Harry led them in. To be honest, it was more like a luxurious dressing room, but the walls were filled with a dizzying variety of weapons.

There are not only weapons in the general sense, but also some pens, lighters, and even belts.

"A brooch? And an umbrella??"

Harry approached, laughing, the tip of his umbrella tapping on the floor.

"I guess most of the stuff you won't need and would be noticeable to carry around."

He took out some gadgets, and then explained the usage and purpose to them in detail.

Peter really couldn't imagine that a very ordinary-looking lighter could be used as a grenade. He doubted whether he really had the courage to carry such a dangerous product with him.

Harry packed them these deadly little toys and took them out.

Their rented car was parked at the door, and Harry watched them get into the car, and said to Peter, "If it wasn't for the tight schedule, I would be happy to give you a tailor-made suit for you."

The corner of the agent's lips curled up in the interpretation of the word 'gentleman' with his whole body: "After all, a suit is a man's armor."

Peter put on his seat belt and said helplessly, "Maybe I'll be happy when the task is done."

"Goodbye, Harry, we'll bring Eggsy back."

Harry nodded gracefully: "Thank you, have a nice trip."