A figure was inserted into the cross-shaped star of the sight. It was a woman. She wore a Bohemian-style dress. Her calves, which stretched out from the hem of the dress, were snow-white and dazzling. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of boots, and she walked with a swaying posture, like a passionate rose. The woman suddenly stopped and turned her head to look in the direction of the sights, revealing a stunning face that could bring calamity to the country and the people. She smiled and raised her middle finger rudely.
Fordin laughed dryly and put down his sniper rifle. "There really isn't any style at all. A handso and powerful man like actually gave such a vulgar gesture. Am I much weaker than that little fellow Allen?" He murmured.
The narcissistic man rubbed his chin and carried the sniper rifle on his shoulder. Fuding, who ca down from a clock tower, suddenly realized, "So she's a woman who likes to eat tender grass. Tsk tsk, actually I'm quite tender "
As Allen had expected, it didn't take long for them to see Fordin. When the man walked over with the sniper rifle on his shoulder, Alan was negotiating compensation with the owner of the bar. In the end, Allen paid the owner twice the price, and the haze on the bar owner's face dissipated a little.
The crowd dispersed.
Before Alan could say anything, he wrapped his neck around Fuding and said, "Don't say anything. Just treat to a drink."
"Grandpa knows that Light Concealnt Society might co into contact with ?"
"Lord Horn is indeed very wise, but he is not an omnipotent god. How can he know so clearly?" Just like he doesn't know that every ti I see him, I wonder if Anna has an affair with Master. Of course, that's impossible. That silly woman Anna still can't let go of that 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 will definitely be you who leaked it!" Fuding narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Alan smiled bitterly. "I won't tell Grandpa."
"Where did this go?" Fordin spread out his hands and said, "Anyway, Master just told to keep an eye on you." After all, the Federation has begun to fight with us. Who knows what dirty tricks they will play on the surface? It really surprised . The Federation didn't co to interfere, but Light Concealnt Society jumped out. "If you want to see, Young Master, you should agree to it. Look at that woman, she's not bad either. She even promised to accompany you for a few nights. Tsk tsk, it's too wasteful."
"If I do that, it will drag down the family."
"Look, this serious look is exactly the sa as when Master was young." Fordin shook his head and said, "Young Master, you can be more tactful. For example, you can be a double-sided spy or sothing. Digging out the Light Concealnt Society will make a great contribution to the family and the Federation. Perhaps if Sir Mobius is happy, what rewards will he give you? Aren't you going to earn two bucks?"
Alan frowned.
Fordin patted himself on the mouth and smiled, "I'm just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart." Let's go drink so wine. The Light Concealnt Society Federation isn't a good motherfucker. One was a mysterious clown hiding behind the stage, and the other was doing all sorts of rotten things that made him angry when he thought about it. If it weren't for Master's disapproval, I would have gone to the White House to talk to His Excellency the President about life and ideals. "
Alan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly pulled Fudin to the hotel and bought a few bottles of homade ale from Peter before stopping Fudin from talking.
He let out a depressed gasp.
Adaline raised her head to look at the ceiling. Under her glasses, her pair of green eyes were as charming as silk. The wings of her nose buzzed slightly. As a pair of large hands rubbed her chest, the woman gradually beca excited. She sat on the strong man's waist and slowly lowered her waist, engulfing the man's majesty inch by inch. Her body beca incomparably hot. When she completely swallowed her opponent, Adaline felt that the world had beco full.
The man's hand left her chest, appreciating that the two spots of red had stiffened in the air and trembled slightly with the woman's movents. He let out a chuckle, then supported 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, cooperating with his movents. She was a sensitive woman. Even if a man's movents were light, it could still make her soul throb.
Moreover, this man had always been a violent conqueror. In two or three breaths, Elena had lost her rationality and was crying and laughing. The man had an indifferent expression. This woman usually had an ice-cold expression on her body, but who would have thought that she would go crazy like a different person in bed? This was where Elena's charm lay. Her nobility and coldness faded away at this mont. Right now, he only had a bitch that he could play with.
The woman trembled violently. The man knew that she was about to reach the peak of happiness. He smiled and retreated cruelly. Adaline imdiately ford a huge gap, crying and begging him to give her happiness. The man laughed happily and pulled Elena's hair up, making her head look at a wonderful angle. At this mont, the woman's face was confused and her mouth was gasping for breath. The man snorted and pushed his way between her lips until he had no roots.
Adaline retched, but the man enjoyed it so much that he hugged her head and sprinted.
It was a wild night, and by the ti Dongfang Lubai arrived, Adaline had long since fainted. Almost all over her body, there were traces left behind by n. Throughout the night, she did not know how many postures she had been played by n, nor did she forget how many tis she had been happy. But as always, she fainted in ecstasy.
After a night of fighting, 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 mont, he wiped away the mirror that was filled with water vapor and saw the serious face in the mirror.
It was Mobbit's face, but not his. Alan narrowed his eyes and smashed the mirror with a punch.
He walked out of the bathroom and went to the living room barefoot. A Labrador trotted over and kissed his feet. Alan poured himself a cup of coffee, sat on the brown sofa, gently rubbed the big dog's hair with his hand, and looked at Mobie's figure on the middle wall. He sneered.
He was in Mobbit's house, drinking his coffee, sitting on his sofa, and working as a secretary to the president. Living with soone else's face was no stranger to Alan, and he was even able to do it easily. As Mobbit's substitute, Alan often had to attend occasions on behalf of the president. These occasions are often assessed as dangerous by presidential think tanks, otherwise Alan's substitute would not have been needed. Alan had forgotten how much trouble he had fended off for His Excellency during his years of service to Mobius.
In contrast, he was well paid. However, Mobbit didn't know that apart from being his substitute, Alan was also a high-ranking mber of the Light Concealnt Society. He was able to get close to the president at a considerable cost to the organization.
Alan looked at the portrait on the wall. Sotis he really didn't know what kind of man Mobbit was. The man treats himself even harsher than others. He never smokes, doesn't drink, and only drinks coffee. He was still a workaholic. Many tis, in order not to interfere with his work, Alan slept with Elena instead of him while His Excellency was working all night in the secret room.
Moreover, the order to go to bed was personally given by Mobie. Alan knew his intentions in order to create an illusion in the outside world that he would also covet beauty. But who knew that he was the one who slept with Adaline? Alan would sotis think that the substitutes of other big shots probably didn't have such benefits.
"You're a freak." Alan said to the portrait and took another sip of coffee.
During Alan's years of service to Mobbit, he had never seen this man make out with any woman, not a single one of them. Mobius seed to be made of iron from the inside out, and Alan sotis even wondered if he had feelings for sothing like this.
But it is undeniable that such a Mobit has few weaknesses to speak of.
For such an unfathomable man, staying by his side was definitely a laborious task, not to ntion that Alan was a mber of the Light Concealnt Society. He had already thought more than once that when he fell asleep one day, he might never wake up again.
Fortunately, this day would never co. Because Alan knew that the eclipse had begun. The first step of this plan was to assassinate Mobius, and then turn him into the president. Although he had the sa face, his substitute was always Mobbit's shadow. Now that the shadow had the chance to change its owner, Alan could finally stop living in the shadow of that man.
No one knew what kind of pressure he was under.
At this mont, he received a ssage.
Half an hour later, Alan Guangming was walking into the White House. He was skillfully treating everyone who passed by him with Morbit's manner and tone. Alan even knew the nas of everyone in the White House, which even Mobbit sighed. In order to prevent Alan from exposing himself, Mobie even told him a lot of secrets, which made Alan even more comfortable pretending to be him.
Alan saw Altes in his office.
When the Chancellor of the Exchequer stood by the window and turned around, Alan saw in his eyes an undisguised disgust towards him, but that expression flashed.
"From today onwards, there will be no more Alan in this world." '"You have to rember this. From this mont on, you are Mobius, not anyone else. Not to ntion Alan. As for the substitute, I have already arranged it for you. No one will see any flaws. Unless you reveal your own horse leg." Alstair looked at the man in front of you from head to toe.
"Tell , will you? Alan."
"I don't know what you're talking about, old friend. Are you sick?" Alan said expressionlessly.
Alstair nodded.
On this day, Alan walked into the sunshine. Although he still had a serious expression, people always felt that the mood of the President today was exceptionally straightforward.
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