Zhen Ai believed that Bert's excitement was not about killing people, but about abuse; she also believed that Bert prefers to kill Yan Su, he prefers to watch him live in humiliation.

But she didn't believe that when FBI agents led SWAT teams into Holygold Club to destroy his collection (even if it was just a copy), he was arrogant and would patiently play with Yan Su slowly.

If he had known that the abuse for so long had not defeated Yan Su, he had been deceived by Yan Su, and he had to snatch Yan Su's cramps and skin with his own hands.

Zhen Ai was sure that he would really take off Yan Su's skin and let him suffer so much that he would take it back as a spoil.

In other words, the "collateral damage" and "inevitable sacrifice" of this holygold rescue operation, saving 56 women (and more unknowns in the future) heroes.

The country will give him a brilliant funeral. Then, the flowers in front of the tomb withered, he is forgotten, and everyone lives happily.

Only she remembers him;

She is the only one who has been remembering him for the rest of her life.

He wouldn't care, but she refused.

She is not noble at first, and she will not exchange her words for the lives of the whole world.

To her, justice was originally a luxury.

No matter what her appearance would make the planned action look like, no matter whether the 56 prisoned women would die, she would not care. She only knew that he would never be allowed to die.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of a church in the suburbs of New York. She could see Yan Su's words at first sight, and even rheid would not be as fast as her.

The sun was warm and warm at noon. When I pushed the door in, it was cold.

The church was empty, and the early autumn sunlight fell from the high stained glass windows, passing through the cross's crucifixion and sprinkled on rows of benches.

In the beam of light, dust is flying.

A pastor was praying. Zhen Ai closed the door casually, and a "creak" sounded melodiously. The pastor turned around and asked what help was needed.

“Where is b?”

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In the circular corridor, Zhen Ai's appearance triggered a lot of commotion. The woman in the cage treated her as Xie Li, sarcastically cursing and laughing at her that she was today.

Zhen Ai seemed to have not heard of it. At the end, she saw the person in the white cage with broken clothes and scars curled up on the bed. When she saw her face like herself, she understood.

Xie Li also saw Zhen Ai, as if she had finally seen her original version. The root of her sadness, her turbid and dull eyes flashed with fierce light in an instant, and she rushed up and roared at Zhen Ai, like a wild beast.

The follower raised his butt and smashed the railing hard, as if he was teaching a dog a lesson. Xie Li shrieked and retracted.

Her clothes were broken, with red marks on her, and her top was bitten. Zhen Ai turned her head and walked away quickly.

From a distance, I saw Bert frowning and bowing his head, walking around the hall with long legs. He had no usual evil spirits, and he was rarely nervous and anxious.

The first second he strode up and pulled her into his arms and hugged her, pressing her hair, anxious and glad: "god, littlec, he and I thought we would never see you again."

He was too strong, and Zhen Ai's neck was pinched and hurt. She wanted to break free but held it back, and closed her eyes: "b, you hurt me."

"Oh, sorry." He quickly let go, trying to rub her.

Zhen Ai couldn't help it this time and took a step back.

Bert's hand grabbed the air, and the gentleness on his face calmly closed. He slowly withdrew his hand, but he didn't say anything else, and didn't ask how she came here, and he was still gentle: "Didn't have lunch?"

Shera used to only hear that the two bosses were very good to Miss C. Amber always believed that Bert hated and loved to abuse all women in the world. Now, it is clear that the whole world only regards her as a kind of person.

Amber's hatred for Zhen Ai has long surpassed the hatred of killing his brother. In the past, her brother spoiled her, but she used this world as a game. Now she realized that she and her brother are both chess pieces. The one who is truly qualified to play around the world is Zhen Ai, the only beloved one.

Xila felt uncomfortable, and it was worth it for Yansu.

He was dying, but she had lunch calmly.

Dozens of hearty dishes were placed in front of him, and Zhen Ai and Bert sat on both ends of the long table. The servants were polite and served the dishes around. Zhen Ai seemed to have a good appetite and ate a little of each.

Bert was not too busy, and slowly looked at her quiet appearance, and returned to the past in a daze, and suddenly laughed: "c, today's dinner should be at home." There was nostalgia in his tone.

Half a day is enough to cross the Atlantic Ocean.

Zhen Ai let out a light "um" and concentrated on drinking the soup.

Burt seemed to be in a good mood, his deep eyes flashed, and suddenly he tentatively: "I dug a rib."

Zhen Ai lowered her eyes and looked at the bone soup in the bowl, stirred the spoon gently, and said, "He deserved it."

Bert smiled slightly when he heard the words, his eyes still analyzing and shaking the things in his hand: "Don't worry, it's not in your bowl, it's here."

Zhen Ai raised her eyes, and he was playing with a thick rib, which was pale white, and several dry blood-colored meridians in his hand. She almost pinched the edge of the table with her fingers, but she lowered her head without any interest on the surface and continued to drink bone soup.

Every mouthful became disgusting, but indifferent tone: "What's going on with that Xie Li?"

Bert threw the bones on the table in disgust: "You are not here, I need someone to accompany you. But she made me dissatisfied." He seemed to blame her, "Littlec, it's all you are bad."

The casual and gentle tone, slightly lazy tone made the scalp of others who had never seen before.

Zhen Ai's lips raised slightly, with a rare contempt: "Stop making my copy, and don't pin their life on my head.b, if I don't want to return to you, it will be useless for you to kill people all over the world."

Xila, who was beside her, saw her silent smile and her spine was chilling. Why did the person Yan Su liked was like a devil from the deepest part of hell?

But Bert liked her smile very much and laughed: "Why kill him?"

"It used to be useful, but now it's useless." She seemed calm, "He killed Chace and played with me. Even if you remove 24 of his ribs, he deserves it."

Bert bent his mouth slightly, not convinced, and did not comment.

Zhen Ai casually said: "Will the plane arrive? When will you go back?"

“Wait until the plan is completed.”

"Oh." Zhen Ai thought slowly, moved her eyes and picked up the red wine glass, "Don't celebrate?"

There was only a cup of water in front of Bert.

He had taken animal medicine like l.j., and he looked gentle and elegant on weekdays. He could kill a person with one punch. She had seen him destroying people like a gun, but he disappeared in just a few strokes.

Although he promised her not to kill anyone again, today he would be forced to get angry.

The way to temporarily eliminate the effect of medicine is alcohol.

How could Burt not guess what she was thinking? A touch of fun search rose in her dark and golden pupils: "I won't drink at noon. I'll get home tonight. I'll obey the order of how much you want me to drink."

The word "following the order" made Sheela and Amber suspect that something was wrong with their ears and felt creepy.

"Of course I have to drink it at night, but now I'm in a bad mood, so I want you to drink it with me." She was domineering, leaning her head against the back of her fair hand, her cheeks against the shimmering wine glass, and her eyes stared at him with clear and quiet eyes.

After passing a table of crystal cups, plates and candlelight, it is indescribable.

Burt narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped talking, his eyes were very deep, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally smiled slightly: "c, wait late"

Zhen Ai pulled open the chair and walked over with a wine glass. He followed her and gradually pulled her closer.

She turned around and sat on his lap, approaching his ears, with a voice that was tempting: "What? I'm going back with you, isn't this something to celebrate?"

He remained smart: "I want to prepare for a more grand celebration."

By this, his arm couldn't help but climb up to her smooth waist, and he couldn't help but pull her slender body into his arms.

Like a contest.

The red wine rippled slightly, and he breathed in a long breath.

"littlec, you know, I love you; but at this moment, I don't believe in you."

Zhen Ai shrugged, smiled and took a sip of wine, leaned over with thin lips. Her black pupils stared at him like a fierce look, and her shallow breath sprayed on his face.

Bert's pupils were slightly dark, and he opened his mouth slowly in a evasive and surprised look of others.

Zhen Ai tilted her head and brought the wine in, but suddenly he hugged her head tightly and started sucking hard.

She earned it, but he sucked it in without spilling a drop of the red wine.

Zhen Ai bit him fiercely with anger, pushed him away angrily, and jumped out of his arms. He was in pain, but he smiled with a successful smile, as if he was very happy.

She suddenly wanted to whip him to death with a whip. His eyes turned and he deliberately wiped the blood stains on his mouth with great force, with provocation in his eyes.

When Zhen Ai saw him looking away, she turned her head and was shocked. At some point, Yan Su appeared at the other end of the restaurant.

It turned out that the screen behind her seat was removed, and on the other side was where he was tortured.

With just one glance, Zhen Ai felt so painful that she was heartbreaking.

The words on the cross describe thinness and almost inhumane shape.

He is so dirty and messy in his memory.

His black hair was long, wet and covered with pale and thin face, and there were scars left by a whip on one side of his cheek. He was too thin, his shirt was empty, and there were holes torn by torture instruments on it.

She couldn't imagine how tragic his body was under the broken clothes.

But even so, he still has no decay, chaotic but not sloppy, down-and-out but not pitiful, but like an old tree, as eternal and without joy.

Just like in the past, he was very silent and very proud.

Yan Su leaned back on the cross, as if she was unable to support her, her eyes slightly fell on her face, and she had no expression for a long time, but just looked and looked through the long time and space.

Before he knew it, the bright light of water gradually rippled in his tired eyes, and then melted silently.

Zhen Ai's heart was suddenly full of holes.

She could not understand what he was thinking.
To be continued...