Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"No, if that's the case, why does he think he can completely control you?"

Wilson and Rex are the same type of people who sensed the problem: "Even if a person like him can play with people's hearts again, in order to be sure, he will definitely leave something behind. For example, put an eyeliner next to you,"

Then he reacted and looked towards the door.

That was the direction in which the female secretary who brought the coffee just now left.

"You mean Anna?"

James McAllen was startled secretly, opened his eyes wide, took a breath, and said in a bitter tone, "...No way? I even planned to promote her just now."

Wilson glanced at him.

Are you trying to promote the female secretary?

You want to sleep with her!

……

Wesley stood guard at the door, regaining his dignity as a bodyguard.

He straightened his back, and when he saw the brown-haired woman coming out of the apartment in front of him, she showed a confident smile, leaned forward and said hello.

"Hi, beauty, are you Mr. McAllen's secretary?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

The female secretary looked at Wesley politely, smiled and tied her hair behind her ears, a simple gesture, but exuded a charming and charming atmosphere.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Wesley's eyes were fiery, rolling on the female secretary's proud curves, quite aggressive.

"Anna."

"Can I leave a phone call?"

Wesley pressed harder and took the initiative: "I smell the same kind of breath in you."

Anna took a step back, startled, and a little vigilant: "Aura of the same kind? What do you mean?"

"Single smell," Wesley replied.

"Sorry, you're not my type."

Anna couldn't help but shrugged, "I don't think we will have the chance to meet in the future."

"Ok."

Wesley nodded regretfully, then smiled and said, "Are you interested in making a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

Anna smiled politely, but there was impatience in her eyes.

"Just bet that the next time I ask you for your phone number, you will tell me obediently."

Wesley grinned grimly and punched it with a fist.

He moves extremely fast.

Anna didn't even react, but was startled suddenly, felt pain, followed by darkness before her eyes, and lost consciousness instantly.

"Anna Louise..."

Wesley looked at the woman lying on the ground, thought of David's previous explanation on the phone, and whispered to himself: "Although your surname is not Louis, I'm sure that the person I'm looking for must be you."

crunch--

At this time, the door was pulled open by Wilson and McAllen who noticed something was wrong.

When they saw Anna who was unconscious on the ground, and Wesley who had just retracted his fist with a bright smile, they were silent for a moment.

McAllen was still in a daze, but Wilson came to his senses and patted McAllen on the shoulder: "It seems that everything is under David's control."

"Rex doesn't need you anymore, you should think about what you can do."

Wilson left a sentence to greet Wesley:

"Take her away."

……

Barrow.

Located within the Arctic Circle, it is one of the northernmost towns in the world and the northernmost town in Alaska in the United States. It is [-] miles away from Washington, the capital of the United States. It is a well-deserved extremely cold place.

The climate here is abnormal, surrounded by ice sheets on one side, and facing the Arctic Ocean that is almost frozen all year round on the other.

Even with its uniquely spectacular views of the Arctic Ocean, Barrow isn't exactly well known.

Because almost no one travels to this damn place.

When a plane stopped at the airport in Barrow, David came out wrapped in heavy clothes.

He rented a car at the airport and drove down the dirt road into town.

There is no real paved road in the city, because even if it is repaired, it will be destroyed by the expansion and contraction of seasonal frozen soil.

Dilapidation, desolation and lack of vitality are the themes of Barrow.

Before David came here, he had a brief understanding that there are about 5000 people living here all year round, and it is the second most populous town in the Arctic Circle, second only to Tiksi Town in Maoxiong Country.

Barrow, of course, is a tribe of the Inuit, one of the cultural centers of dozens of native Alaskan tribes.

So among the 5000 people living here, 60.00% of the population are Alaska natives, and for the other 40.00%, what drives them here is the rich oil resources in this area.

David drove around town and finally walked into the only hotel he saw.

"Adventurer?"

The innkeeper raised his eyebrows and spoke fairly proficient English.

David asked back, "Why not a passenger?"

The innkeeper said with a smile: "Now is not the time to travel. The climate in Barrow hardly changes throughout the year. There are only short travel windows in spring and autumn. To be honest, except for the locals, anyone who dares to come here to stay for a while outsider, we all call him an adventurer."

The beach scenery in the northernmost town is indeed rare.

The boundless and endless quiet ice, the extremely cold water, and the nothingness and desolation like the end of the world.

But it is these landscapes that just confirm the abnormal weather and harsh environment of Barrow.

By all accounts, Barrow has never been a great place to travel.

Many people come here, more like an adventure.

"I'm curious, has anyone else come besides me recently?"

David covered his collar and looked around.

In fact, he didn't feel how cold it was. After his body was strengthened, even if he walked naked on the ice sheet, he could still survive for a while. The main reason was that he got used to the relatively warm environment, and the wind made him uncomfortable.

"No."

The innkeeper smiled and said, "It is precisely because you don't have one that you are an adventurer."

"Makes sense."

David saw the steaming coffee in the hand of the innkeeper: "Give me a cup of coffee."

"Ten dollars a cup."

The innkeeper tore open a packet of instant solution, stirred it casually, and handed it to David.

"I guess people from the Price Management Bureau and the Internal Revenue Service will come here to check on you." David sighed.

"There's no Price Management Bureau here, but the IRS is a bunch of money-seekers."

The innkeeper snorted, "I'd rather continue to be a bear."

Alaska used to be the territory of Mao Xiong, but it was sold to the United States by Mao Xiong for a few hundred dollars.

But the Barrow people in Alaska don't care what country they're in.

Because this is the territory of the Inuit people, they have their own customs.

Of course, the Inuit also have another name - Eskimos.But they don't like this name, because it is a nickname given to them by Indians, which means "people who eat raw meat", which is very mocking.

"Speaking of which, where is the most lively place here?"

After paying, David asked casually while sipping coffee, "I want to go to a crowded place before starting my own trip."

"You can go to experience the Inuit tavern. There are many outsiders there. You may have more common language with them."

replied the innkeeper.

After a while.

After finishing his coffee, David walked towards the location of the Inuit tavern as the innkeeper had told him.

The town of Barrow is very small, and even a village in David's previous life was better built than here.

Considering the harsh environment of the extremely cold place, all the modern atmosphere here makes people feel the great power of human beings bursting out in adversity.

When David arrived at the destination, he raised his eyebrows involuntarily with his completely relaxed perception in an unfamiliar environment.

I actually felt a threat at the door.

It's a wonderful feeling.

David narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the threat was approaching, and when the door of the tavern was opened, a familiar face came into view.

The other party hurriedly walked, frowning slightly, and seemed to be aware of David's existence, with a trace of vigilance on his face.

But after seeing David, the man opened his eyes wide, and the vigilance on his face disappeared and turned into surprise.

"David, why are you here?"

"Michael, why are you here?"

David was taken aback. He never expected that he would meet someone he knew here.

The man standing in front of him was Michael Morbias, the vampire doctor who had been away from New York for a long time and had no news.

Chapter 118

It was an unexpected thing to see Mobius in the North Pole.

From Sitwell's mouth, it can be known that after killing Lucis, Mobius was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. to perform a mission with a high degree of secrecy but a relatively low risk factor.

The details are not known to anyone because of confidentiality.

But at present, it seems that the mission location of Mobius is in the North Pole.

Arctic?

What secrets does the North Pole have that the Marvel Universe itself has?

A thought flashed through his mind, and David smiled and said, "Let's chat in another place?"

"Of course, I've been suffocating for a while."

Mobias looked David up and down, his eyes sparkled, as if he couldn't believe it.

Hearing the invitation, he agreed without hesitation.

The two came to the hotel immediately, and waited at the door for a while, sensing that the hotel owner had just left, and then stepped into the hotel and entered the room.

The movements were quite tacit, avoiding the eyes of outsiders.

"David, you made it!"

In the separate space, Mobius continued to exchange greetings.

"You are already a normal person, no, you are much better than normal people."

His tone was excited, quite excited, his eyes were like hungry wolves, he kept shooting at David, and he could tell at a glance that David was in an extraordinary situation.

"I assure you, Fiske Pharmaceuticals has the ability to optimize bat serum."

David understood Mobius' excitement, without changing his face: "However, this technology is difficult to promote, and you know the reason. Of course, we discovered another human body optimization technology in the process of optimizing bat serum. It opens up new ideas for us to cure many genetic diseases."

"I knew you would succeed."