Time-Limited Hunt

Shi Shanyan's suit trousers fit very well and can clearly (gougou) his **. [Latest American novel ranking: www.sto123.cc] His (strong qiang) sturdy shoulders support the suit, the waistband is well stretched out and the tie is not messy. He leaned down and kept his eyes straight with Yan Junxun's eyes.

Yan Junxun thought that this posture of Shi Shanyan was very dangerous, as if he would rush over in the next second and bit his throat. He propped up (shen) with his elbows and pulled his **** skirt. In Shi Shanyan's eyes he couldn't tell who had the higher temperature.

Shi Shanyan held Yan Junxun's ankle and took him to make him feel his sole.

Stockings are useless, they can't stop any touch.

"... Let go," Yan Junxun raised his gun sharply against Shi Shanyan's forehead, his voice trembling a little, "let go!"

Shi Shanyan held Yan Junxun's ankle hand and added gravity, and said in the almost obscene movement: "Shoot."

Shi Shanyan's voice made Yan Jun seek to curl up. His eyes were nowhere to hide, listening to the gasp of vaguely escaped from Shishan Yan's throat, he even avoided Shi Shanyan's staring, and he was in a hurry.

Shi Shanyan didn't loosen the hand holding Yan Junxun's ankle. He controlled the rhythm of his footsteps, and looked at Yan Junxun's eyes very hard. He likes this feeling, and even wants to pull off Yan Junxun's bow tie.

"Jun Xun," Shi Shanyan licked his canine teeth and smiled, "Yan Jun Xun."

Yan Junxun gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, shut up!"

"Shoot at me," Shi Shanyan approached, holding the muzzle and instigating Yan Junxun, "Open."

Yan Junxun clenched his gun. This gun was loaded, as long as the trigger is pulled, the time delay can be solved. He angered in the gasp of two people gradually intertwined, and that anger swallowed his previous calmness. He suddenly increased the strength of the muzzle and said, "You--"

Shi Shanyan (kiss wen) him.

Yan Junxun let go of his skirt and resisted violently, trying to escape. But to no avail, Shi Shan dragged him and pulled off his bow tie.

Shi Shanyan had the urge to tear Yan Junxun, but it was strange that he just trapped Yan Junxun and kept kissing Yan Junxun in a childish way to interrupt Yan Junxun's words.

He has nothing. No guns, no hand stabs, no normal courtship, but mischief in a long gasp. He held Yan Junxun's ankle. This foot was so cute that he couldn't help pulling his tie.

Go to your mother's tie.

Shi Shanyan didn't like tie at all, just like he didn't like this house or the world. He wanted to put Yan Junxun here, wanted Yan Junxun to call his name, and even wanted Yan Junxun to shoot himself.

"Why not shoot?"

Shi Shanyan murmured in a low voice, and couldn't help but "(Fuck cao)" for a moment. He stood on the critical line and would break out at any time. He suddenly raised Yan Junxun's face and forced Yan Junxun hard (fa), ventily, and a little hatefully (kiss wen).

Then soiled Yan Junxun's stockings.

***

Shi Shanyan leaned over and buried his face in the water. After a long while, he lifted it up. He carried water and stared at himself in the mirror.

He has some scars on his body, and some tattoos that have been crossed out by him. He was 7-001, but he hated the number, and at the moment he got it, he compared his **** to Fu Chenghui. The real number given to him by Guangtong □□ is 010031, and Shi Shanyan threw it when he got the brand.

"You must have a detention number," the prosecutor said to him, "unless you want everyone to call your name."

Shi Shanyan pointed to the light screen and said, "That's called ae86."

The prosecutor (cha) wrote the pen, watched the animation for a while, and asked coldly, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Shi Shanyan pointed to his head. "Just call me that."

He let go of what he was doing, and fooled his neighbor to laugh at him through the cage.

Shi Shanyan pushed the other person's head into the toilet, sat on the other person's back, opened the other party's clothes, saw the numbered tattoo on it, and thought this was stupid. Isn't 7-001 funny? 7-xxx are stupid! These numbers are the sorting of dogs on the Black Panther homepage. Shi Shanyan feels "Wang" every time he hears someone's reply.

But he was too big.

So **** nasty.

Shi Shanyan had wet hair hanging in front of his forehead. He listened to the footsteps outside the door. It was Yan Junxun changing clothes. He turned his head over the door and looked at the shadow of Yan Junxun.

He shouldn't be like this, it is out of control. He does not allow himself to get out of control.

Why is it out of control?

Because Yan Junxun's obscene and cute rabbit costume? Because Yan Junxun walked over others' eyes with his tail turned? Or is it because Yan Junxun looked at him by pulling his skirt?

Yan Junxun.

All the **** is Yan Junxun.

Yan Junxun is an **** who follows the order, wears a number, and holds a gun against him.

***

Qi Shi walked out of the top floor room and stood on the glass floor to see the night view of the parking area. He glanced at his watch and called with a conductor: "It's 2am now. You'd better find them before dawn."

"Handsome guy," said the person opposite, "they disappeared from the surveillance."

"Use your nose," Qi Shi frowned. "Aren't you leading the dog?"

"But I'm not familiar with their smells," the person on the other side lighted a lighter and took a breath. "And 01ae86 has a more sensitive sense of smell than me. As soon as I walked to his door, he knew I was here."

"You only have two hours left."

"Oh, you help me," 7-020 on the opposite side spoiled. "The sniper I brought was also killed by your guest's bodyguard. I can't show it here."

Qi Shi looked back at the door of the room and asked, "Are you afraid of 01ae86?"

7-020, smoking a cigarette, staying silent for a while, laughing: "Who is not afraid? He does not have the habit of observing hands, which means that his alertness (sexuality), observation power, and reaction power are all beyond the pass line. You did not I have seen him look at the main **** system with his bare hands. He is not even afraid of the system, let alone people?" 7-020 changed his posture and continued, "Fu Chenghui can't help him."

Qi Shi weighed the pros and cons: "We can provide you with a new sniper."

The door behind Qi Shi opened, and Li Hu looked at him, and he opened it.

"The clown said that 01ae86 can (kill sha), he only needs Yan Junxun," 7-020 is worried, "but you want me to catch 01ae86 alive. Handsome, this is 2 001, do you know how big the risk is? Or Let me kill 01ae86 directly, or just add money."

He is going around here just to increase the price.

Qi Shi didn't answer immediately. He didn't say until Li Hu nodded, "Yes."

"You sold Yan Jun for several hundred million yuan, and I guess the price of 01ae86 is also the same? I will speak very well, and just add another one hundred million yuan."

"You have a big appetite," Li Hu raised his arms, frowning, but was very kind to the voice of the conductor. "As long as you catch them, I will add 100 million to you. When you get them, Come to the top floor, I am here waiting for you, and the money is here waiting for you."

7-020 gave a kiss (kiss wen) to the conductor: "You are an old customer, I am willing to give you a discount. But I have one last small request."

"You said."

"Do not open any system permissions, any."

"Oh," Li Hu said plainly, "Are you worried about that hacker?"

"No, I'm not worried about 7-006, this is not his home," 7-020 extinguished the smoke, and solemnly said, "I'm worried about Yan Junxun."

***

Yan Junxun is smoking.

He faced the trash can, as if competing with others, smoking the cigarette quickly.

The clock in the room was swinging. Yan Junxun didn't need to watch. He knew the time, every minute and every second. He didn't want to remember what he had just done, he could only try his best to think about something else.

There were stockings he threw away in the trash can, and they were crumpled.

Yan Junxun thinks this trash can is like Lixing's building, very deep. He had only a gun, and there were only 13 bullets in the gun, and it was still long before dawn. He couldn't wait for Jiang Lian's support. In fact, he never thought of waiting for the support.

Yan Junxun is used to doing problems alone.

The bathroom door behind opened, and Shi Shan extended to the head of the bed and took away the pair of glasses.

"The lead dog is 7-020, he will not act alone," Yan Junxun's voice is a little low, sounds listless, but this is his usual tone, "This kind of killing (killing sha) mission, for insurance, he will Bring your own team."

There is too much difference between 20 and 1 for the fool to act alone.

Yan Junxun knows Black Panther. He knows Black Panther better than Black Panther members. Unless he is not willing, he can know many things. He is different from Shi Shanyan. His record is hidden in Fu Chenghui's lock, no one knows.

No one knows that sometimes it is more terrible than everyone knows.

Yan Junxun smoked half of his cigarette, he didn't want to smoke: "Have you hit (killed sha) ever 7-020?"

"Let me think about it," Shi Shanyan noticed Yan Junxun's willfulness. He intercepted Yan Junxun's cigarettes. "...One died in the track area in 2160."

He didn't say it was him (killing sha).

Yan Junxun looked at him and kicked the lid of the trash can: "Characteristics."

"Men," Shi Shanyan wanted Yan Junxun to look at himself. He was a bit sick, as if he was addicted to Yan Junxun's sight. "Inch, use vsk-94 to snipe □□, this kind of gun..."

"I know," Yan Junxun said, "the gunshot is hardly heard at a distance of 50 meters, and the concealment (sexuality) is very high."

…(Fuck cao).

Shi Shanyan nibbled at the tip of his tongue lightly, and was funny at the one-second show off. He looked at the top of Yan Junxun's head, where there was hair rubbed by him. Suddenly he felt that there was nothing to do.

why not?

Yan Junxun touched his taste, Yan Junxun had treated his arms, and Yan Junxun was in his head. Understand? Yan Junxun should stay in his sight.

Shi Shanyan stretched out his hand suddenly, covered Yan Junxun's head, quickly moved closer, and observed Yan Junxun up close.

Yan Junxun's head was suddenly filled with gasps. He blinked and remained indifferent, saying, "Let go."

"Why don't you look at me," Shi Shanyan rubbed Yan Junxun's tears, "It's better to look at me, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

"You will be up," Yan Junxun clapped his hands away, his tone fluctuating, "He will shoot up\\\Fine!"

"Animal day (sexuality)," Shi Shanyan said easily, "Do you think the current 20 inherits the gun of the previous generation?"

"He also inherited the observation hand of the previous generation," Yan Junxun set back his forehead's hair. "The lead dog audit requires conditions. He has similarities to the dead 20," Yan Junxun grabbed his hair. It seems that this can separate Shi Shanyan's line of sight, "I don't think his melee combat ability will be very strong (strong qiang), but he knows how to find us, and even knows how to deal with you."

"How are you similar to me?"

"do not know."

As soon as Yan Junxun's words fell, the door was knocked.