Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

The bald agent asked again unhappily.

"Will this guy discover us?"

"Impossible. To be honest, I don't think these people are terrorists. Their resumes are as clean as can be."

"Then what are we going to do, wait here and eavesdrop? I don't want that."

"Forget it, let's just wait a few minutes before we leave. I want to go to the bar for a drink. Do you want to join us?"

"Of course, I have to find a pretty girl too, Fuck."

...

Claire's home, sofa in the living room.

The blonde went to pour tea.

Roddy sat on the sofa, listening to the report from the computer beside him. The FBI vehicle that was tracking outside had started its engine and left, with a smile on his face.

It is certain that they will be monitored, but what can the FBI monitor?

"Hey, we don't have much drinks at home, how about black tea?"

Perhaps because she was back in a familiar environment, Claire was in a much better mood. She took off her coat, which made her plump figure even more attractive.

Her blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail. To be honest, Rody was jealous because he liked girls with high ponytails.

It’s hard to imagine that Claire has only just come of age.

But this is not the case for all foreigners. This is the best time for her to bloom.

Roddy looked up and saw Claire leaning against the kitchen door asking, and nodded to indicate that he was fine with either.

“Do you need some sugar?”

Claire blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at Rody's handsome face that was unsealed after he took off his glasses. Her heart was pounding wildly. She naturally understood what would happen if she invited Rody in.

But who can blame her for being so curious about Rody and having a good impression of him?

Now, she felt a little hot and asked while biting her lips.

Roddy took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, stood up and walked closer.

Step by step.

Claire didn't dodge. She was 1.7 meters tall, but Roddy was 1.85 meters tall, which was just right.

Roddy came in front of Claire, looked down at her and examined her appearance.

Claire leaned against the wall, raised her head and looked at Rody, her cheeks slightly red, and spoke with some hesitation.

"what happened?"

“Enjoy the view.”

To be honest, saying sweet words in English sounds really corny.

But who can blame these girls for falling for this?

As Roddy reached out his palm to cup Claire's face, he rubbed her lips with his thumb.

Claire was like a frightened little animal. She trembled as she watched Roddy's approaching face, holding her breath, and she didn't even want to think about escaping.

“Don’t…don’t do this…”

But her voice was too soft and Roddy could hardly hear it.

Why drink black tea at this hour? He wants to taste a sweeter wine.

With the touch of hot lips.

Claire's mind was blank and she had long forgotten her original idea of ​​asking Roddy to come in.

Falling under Roddy's charm, he is impossible to resist.

The arms that were originally against Rody's chest in a defensive posture gradually wrapped around Rody's neck.

Claire stood on tiptoes and gave him a wet French kiss.

At the beginning, Roddy was the one who took the initiative, but then he found that Claire was more proactive than him, though her initiative was a little immature.

...

I don’t know how much time has passed.

on the sofa.

Roddy was revealing his upper body, which looked like it was carved out of marble, with almost perfect muscles.

I went to the kitchen, made an omelette and ordered two packets of pasta, then brought them back.

And what about Claire.

Under the warm light, her pair of straight, white, long legs were casually draped over the sofa.

You can see beads of sweat on her fair forehead.

His eyes were blurred, filled with pain and joy, as he looked at Rody passionately.

This man seems to have magical powers.

From the first moment we met, I attracted her attention, otherwise she wouldn't be so bold.

This was the first time Claire brought a man home late at night.

But if she really had to take the initiative again, she really couldn't bear it.

"Have something to eat."

Roddy came over, sat next to Claire and spoke gently, kissing Claire on the cheek.

...

"Thank you~"

Claire moved her long legs to make room for him.

Although the two had only met for a short time, they were already as close as a couple.

"You can also cook~"

Claire was a little surprised.

He threw away the pillow in front of him and tried to find a shirt to cover his body before standing up, but was grabbed by Roddy's domineering big hand.

"Oh...no!"

Claire cried out softly.

"No, the curtains are drawn. I like to see you." Roddy's order was a bit overbearing, but it was exactly what she wanted.

Claire gave Rody a reproachful look as he played with plasticine, and then left him alone.

"Don't you want to eat in my arms?"

Roddy asked again.

With the initial compromise, Claire said nothing, her cheeks flushed, and she obediently put down her clothes.

Instead, she lay down in Roddy's arms and began to taste the spaghetti bolognese he made.

This thing isn't very delicious, but it's not bad either.

It was delicious for Claire, who was exhausted after a day of work and a little injured.

"That's great. Oh my god, you don't have a girlfriend.. That's incredible."

"You're incredible... You're a graduate, but this is your first time?"

Rody stroked Claire's milky smooth skin with his hands, wandering around her waist, and asked in surprise.

"Hmm... isn't that weird?"

Claire rolled her eyes at him, feeling a little itchy and trying to get rid of his hand.

Roddy didn't say anything. American high school students who are still virgins after graduation are either ugly boys and girls or nerds, and they will even be laughed at.

He had thought that Claire had invited him in directly, and that she was also a girl who played fancy.

Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly conservative.

But if you take the first blood and then just walk away, it will be a bit troublesome.

...

Don’t think about it so much.

Roddy moved his hand down, but Claire held it down in panic.

"No, I'm still eating, and I really don't..."

Before Claire could finish her words, Roddy grabbed her by the waist and she screamed in panic.

"No delay."

As he spoke, the room began to become unsightly again.

Wait until late at night.

Claire was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep.

Roddy then put on his clothes and left.

It was definitely impossible to sleep here. Of course, Roddy was not so ruthless as to kill her. He had left his business card for Claire. She could call him when she woke up.

Roddy was quick to excuse his irresponsible behavior.

He was going to the city funeral home.

This kind of dark and windy night is when some people work.

...

Funeral home in the city.

A black Mercedes Benz stopped quietly at the door.

Although the door was closed, there was no way the door lock could stop Roddy.