Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Then we saw this strange scene:

In a bar with no one coming and going outside, dance music was playing on the main stage that usually played DJ music.

“Thump↗thump↘thump↗thump↘thump↗thump↘thump↗thump↘thump↗thump↘thump↗”

The prelude to "To Alice" sounded like this.

Allen: “…”

Ophelia: “…”

And they obviously noticed this huge, huge, super, super low-level mistake!!! They quickly changed the music to "The Blue Danube".

"Waltz, please?"

"can."

The snow-white skirt began to flutter, creating a mysterious and breathtaking shadow under the spotlight. Her round and smooth skin was tightly wrapped in black stockings, which reached her thighs. The shoes on her feet were small and sexy, very graceful.

The professional-looking top also revealed the dazzling figure that was hidden in the rotation. Every turn made people worry that it could not hold up and would burst out. The waist suddenly straightened, but there was an arc at the bottom, which was pretty and blatantly tempting. The heel lightly touched the ground, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and the toe supported the ground, drawing arcs left and right, and perfectly depicting circles one by one.

He looked at her and she looked at him, turning around again and again, and even a fleeting glance back, their eyes were still fixed on each other, as if they were firmly glued together by solder.

"Alvin."

"Ophelia."

"A very nice name."

"Thank you."

A group of people in the audience, who were under the spell of suggestion, were chewing lemons and congratulating the two golden boys and girls on the stage.

But who knew that these two had only known each other for less than ten minutes!

In any case, the passing tenant Ophelia Famsorone moved into the house of Alexander Allen, a retired Chaldean employee, tour guide and driver.

Of course, none of the essential elements of a romantic comedy happened here, and Allen still doesn't know what happened to him at that moment.

After two days and one night of terrifying cohabitation, Allen finally sent the old man to the airport.

As for the idea of ​​a counterattack, Allen said it was absolutely impossible!

"I personally sent her to the plane!" he said confidently.

This is what common sense says, but something went wrong with Ophelia.

"Ophelia, where are you now?" The communication from London made her feel a little confused. Do I have to report to you just because I go out for fun?

"I just arrived in Los Angeles from Xueyuan City. What's the matter, father?" She checked the time at the airport during the conversation.

Sunday, January 2013, 11.

Will the result be the same no matter where you are?

Ophelia frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

"Let's not talk about this for now. We have found the person that Barthelmero wanted. He is the man who left Chaldea, Alexander Allen. I will pass his relevant information to you now, Ophelia. This is a great opportunity for our family's status in the Clock Tower to take off——"

Ophelia ended the communication decisively. "But the relevant information was still transmitted.

"So when will this day end?"

Despite this, Ophelia still opened the information sent to her reluctantly, but the first line she opened shocked her.

"Isn't this the guy that I hypnotized and suggested?"

"How could they be exactly the same?" Ophelia fell into memories, looking for clues to the life of those two days and one night, and finally the time point jumped to the night when the two met.

"Alvin and Aaron, damn! I was living under the same roof with this guy and didn't even know it!"

"Wait, there is a Holy Church in Snowfield City! He has attracted so many people's attention. Is he the Son of the Planes in those heroic epics?"

Ophelia dragged the suitcase in her hand and ran in the direction she came from.

"If you dare to deceive me or something, I won't let it go!"

Snowfield City

At night, a cold rain began to fall from the sky. In the dripping fog, the street lights looked like ghosts. The hotel was closing, and a group of men and women gathered outside the door, scattered and blurry. In some bars, there were shrill laughter; in other bars, drunks were shouting and screaming.

Alan, who had just come out of the bar, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the house where he lived. During this time, he fell in love with the smell of alcohol and the atmosphere of the bar.

The cold wind danced in the night sky like a sharp sword, blowing the leaves and making a sharp sound. The lights on the roadside were also flickering, as if they might go out at any time.

And Alan was still on his way back.

When Alan walked near his house, the rain suddenly became lighter, the wind died down, and the street lights returned to normal.

"It's so quiet, and there's no one on the streets. It's so different from the usual Snowfield City."

"Yes, Mr. of unknown origin."

Chapter 43 Cat and Mouse Game

"Clap, clap, clap..." First a shadow appeared under the street light, and then a human figure appeared, still maintaining the gesture of clapping.

"It seems I need to raise my evaluation a little bit." The priest who was discovered sighed to his prey.

When he got the news two years ago, he felt more curious about it.

How could a dignified Magic Association have a crush on an ordinary person? Are these magicians too shabby? Why don't they just go after the root of the problem and do this?

With this in mind, the priest began his research, but over the past two years, he has flipped through the pile of files in his hands and came to a conclusion:

By then, I will be dead or alive.

Just before the target appeared, his superior, Hansa Serbandis, the former agent of Snowfield City, was temporarily transferred away. No matter how you look at it, this seems like a script in which he will take the credit.

For this great gift offered to him, he did not bring anyone with him this time. He just rolled up his sleeves and did it himself.

Allen thought it was very simple.

Starting with the Idlers Disperse, isn't this a classic move? Sure enough, everyone in the universe likes to play this.

While lamenting this unchanging routine, Alan gently twisted the silver jar in his hand and threw it at the priest's feet.

"Huh? What is that?" The priest felt his foot touch something, and when he looked down, he saw it was a silver jar.

"Where did this come from?"

After this thought popped up in his mind, a white smoke began to emerge from his feet and then began to spread. For a moment, the priest lost his target.

"Start mixing smoke."

"That's interesting. The desperate struggle of a cornered prey? Then I'll play this cat-and-mouse game with you."

With this in mind, the priest began hunting.

"I have to think about when I was targeted." Alan, who had sneaked to the second floor of his house with the help of the smoke bomb he had just thrown, began to rummage through the drawers looking for something.

"And he's a priest. Tsk, I don't think I've offended anyone."

"Hi, my little mouse, where are you now?" The priest opened the door downstairs and started the cat and mouse game with a happy face.

"Wow, so you're on the second floor?" The priest downstairs heard the "little movements" upstairs, lowered his footsteps, and went upstairs quietly, ready to start the first round of confrontation.

There were no lights on in the corridor on the second floor. The power switch had been broken at some point. The priest began to explore the second floor in the faint moonlight.

The first room he entered was a bedroom. It was large and well-lit. A huge double bed was located in the middle of the room. The sheets were very neat and it did not look like a man's room.

There was a computer on the table near the windowsill. There was a light layer of dust on the computer case, and the letters on the keyboard could no longer be seen.

After checking one by one, there was only one room left that I had not visited.

When the priest opened the door of the study, he saw a mess. Almost all the drawers had been pulled out, and the things inside had disappeared.

"It seems that the things in here are very important to him." The priest glanced at the study quickly and left after getting the information he wanted.

"Oh, by the way, it is very necessary to close the door."

Although the priest did not get what he wanted after walking around the second floor, he continued the game with a happy mood. He knew that the process of the game might be a bit boring, but he would definitely be the winner in the end.

After all, with such a huge advantage, how can we lose when the dragon hits our face?

With this thought in mind, he went to the first floor of the house again.

"A1 high flashes!"

The priest only saw something flash past his eyes and then bounce off the wall. He subconsciously covered his eyes with his right hand.

For the first time, Alan felt that there were still some things that could be learned from this country, such as allowing private firearms. If it weren't for the modified smoke bomb in his hand, he probably wouldn't have lived this long.

"Don't underestimate people's desire to 'survive', Father!"

Alan remembered the advice the shop owners had given him when he was in those private shops.

"I have a variety of ways to play with weapons here. The most famous rifle is P90, the most famous sniper rifle is P90, the most famous heavy weapon is P90, and the most famous submachine gun is P90."

"So I think there is no problem with you choosing a P90."

Now it seems that this sentence is the truth!

Alan looked at the two guns in his hands, shouted "shoot" with one and "ah" with the other.

Ahem. I’m getting off topic.

One is a Desert Eagle, which has more collection value than practical value, and the other is an ordinary USP. When Allen found his two guns, he wanted to kill his past self at that moment.

The flashy Blazing Desert Eagle and the solitary Yellow-crowned Orion have the USP of being armor-less.

Virre came out to get beaten! The highlights he made are really harmful! Do you know that everything is subject to the actual product?

With the intention of going home to get married after firing this magazine and practicing shooting well in the next life, Alan launched his final charge.

Facts have proven that when someone stands there motionless and lets you shoot, and you still miss eighteen shots, it means you are really a jerk. Don't make any excuses.

"Everything changes..." Alan smiled bitterly as he looked at his horse-like shooting skills.

"Okay, this time it's really over." ×2

But the Desert Eagle plus the USP has a total of 19 rounds, so where is the last round?

"That was a great show, but the cat and mouse game ends here. Let me do it to you..."

"Ding——" A metal product fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The priest looked down and saw that it was his cross that had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Oh, is this a comedic effect?" The priest bent down and looked at the cross that had been with him for so long.

Hmm? Why is there a sound of water dripping?

Wait, a cross!

The priest reacted and found out what the problem was. He immediately looked at his chest. The dark clothes became even darker on his chest, so it seemed that the situation was not that serious.

But compared to this, the more serious issue is his own face! The priest has read the book "Card Face" written by a certain Lord of the Huangpu River.

"Wen Ai"? Come on, it's a banned book.

So...

Alan was knocked to the street by a Bajiquan, with some construction materials mixed in between. He rolled twice after being knocked away, and then lay on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, gasping for breath.

"It seems I can survive for a while longer."

"Yes, sir, I don't know, have you heard that in the far east, there is a word called

■■■? "

Chapter 44 Alan is not at home today

The priest had no background. He was born in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania, in 1965. Of course, it was not called Lithuania at that time, but the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. His father was a senior government official and his mother was a teacher at Vilnius University. With such an excellent family background, he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

When he was a child, the priest was lively, cheerful, positive, and excellent in both character and academic performance. He was a model student in every way. When his father took him on overseas visits several times, he received praise from international friends.

Almost everyone was optimistic about the child's future. He would grow up, go to college, and then enter politics, hone himself, take over his father's position, and then fight to achieve that future.

This is indeed the case according to common sense, but the course of history does not work that way.

One day, when he called home to report his safety while studying clinical medicine at I.M. Sechenov Moscow State Medical Academy, surprisingly no one answered.

"Maybe it's because I'm too busy. Things have been really troublesome lately. Things have been a little unsettled in Poland these days, but our mother is capable of solving all these problems." He comforted himself.