Chapter 903 Alan

A figure slipped into the crosshairs of the sight, it was a woman. She was wearing a bohemian-style long skirt, and the calf skin extending from the skirt was dazzlingly white. Her feet were covered in a pair of short boots, and she walked swayingly, like a passionate rose. The woman stopped suddenly, turned her head and looked in the direction of the sight, revealing a stunning face that was disastrous to the country and the people. She smiled and raised her middle finger rudely.

Fording laughed dryly, put down the sniper rifle and muttered: "It's really not amorous at all. A handsome and powerful man like me actually gave me such a vulgar gesture. Could it be that I am much worse than that little guy Allen? ?”

The narcissistic man touched his chin and put the sniper rifle on his shoulder. Fording, who came down from a clock tower, suddenly realized: "It turns out that she is a woman who likes to eat tender grass. Tsk tsk, I am actually quite tender..."

(Pig) (Pig) (Island) (Fiction) www.zhu As Allen expected, it didn't take long for them to meet Fording. When the man walked over with a sniper rifle hanging around, Allen was negotiating with the bar owner about compensation. In the end, Allen paid the owner double the price, and the gloom on the bar owner's face dissipated a bit.

The crowd dispersed.

Before Allen could speak, he circled Fording's neck and said, "Don't say anything, just buy me a drink."

"Grandpa knew that Guangyin would contact me?"

Fording made a haha: "Master Horn is indeed very wise, but he is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, how could he know so clearly. It's like he doesn't know that every time I see him, I wonder if Anna is with him. The master has one leg. Of course, this is impossible, that stupid woman Anna still can't let go of her husband, so I can only hide this disrespectful thought in my heart, but the master doesn't know."

"Of course, if he knows now, it must be your kid who leaked it!" Fording narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Allen smiled bitterly: "I won't tell grandpa."

"Where is this all going?" Fording spread his hands and said: "In short, the master just told me to keep an eye on you. After all, the Federation has started to fight against us, who knows what dirty tricks they will play on the surface. It's really amazing I was surprised, the Federation didn't come to disrupt the situation, but Guangyinhui jumped out. I think you should agree to them, young master. You see, that woman looks good, and she promised you to accompany you for a few nights, tsk tsk, what a waste .”

"If I do that, it will drag down the family."

"Look, this serious look is exactly the same as when the master was young." Fording shook his head and said, "Master, you can be more tactful, such as being a double agent or something. Digging out the Guangyin Society will be beneficial to the family and the Federation." Great contribution. Maybe Mr. Mobitong will be happy and give you some rewards.

Don't you earn money at both ends? "

Allen frowned.

Fording smacked his mouth lightly, and said with a smile: "I'm all nonsense, don't take it to heart. Let's go drink, what kind of Guangyin Federation is not a good thing. A mysterious person hides behind and dare not The clown on the stage, and the other one is doing some bad things in the nest, and I am annoyed when I think about it. If the master doesn't allow it, I will go to the White House to talk to our President about life and ideals."

Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly dragged Fording to the hotel, and bought a few bottles of home-brewed ale from Peter, only to stop Fording's eloquent mouth.

A suppressed gasp.

Adalian raised her head to look at the ceiling, her green pupils under her glasses were as seductive as silk. Her nose fluttered slightly, and as a pair of big hands rubbed her chest vigorously, the woman gradually became excited. She straddled and sat on the waist of the strong man below her, and slowly lowered her waist, engulfing the majesty of the man inch by inch. The body became extremely hot, and after completely engulfing the opponent, Adalian only felt that the world became fuller.

The man's hand left her chest, while admiring the two bright red spots becoming stiff in the air, and trembling slightly with the woman's movements. He let out a chuckle, then held the woman's waist, and suddenly entered the deepest part of her body. Elenda couldn't help screaming, her body twisted like a snake, matching his movements. She is a sensitive woman, even if a man moves slightly, she can make her soul throb.

What's more, this man has always been violent and violent. In two or three breaths, Elenda was crying and laughing as if she had lost her mind. The man had an indifferent face, and the woman on his body usually had a cold face, but who would have thought that she would be crazy like a different person on the bed. This is where Elenda's charm lies, her nobility and her coldness all fade away at this moment. What he has now is just a bitch that he can play with.

The woman trembled violently, and the man knew she was about to reach the pinnacle of happiness. He smiled and retreated cruelly. Adaline suddenly formed a huge gap, crying and begging him to give him happiness. The man laughed heartily, tugged Elenda's hair, and turned her head up at a strange angle. At this moment, the woman's face was confused, and her mouth was panting continuously. The man snorted and pushed between her lips until he had no roots.

Adaline retched, but the man enjoyed it so much that he simply held her head and began to sprint.

It was a frenzied night, and by the time Dongfang Lubai came, Adaline had already passed out. There were almost marks left by the man all over her body. Throughout the night, she didn't know how many times she was manipulated by the man, and she forgot how many times she was happy. But as usual, each time she passed out in bliss.

After fighting all night, the man is still full of energy. He left the bedroom naked, washed off his filth, and put on a clean bathrobe. After hesitating for a moment, he wiped the mirror covered with moisture, and saw the serious face in the mirror.

It was Morbit's face, not his. Alan narrowed his eyes and smashed the mirror with his fist.

He walked out of the bathroom and into the living room barefoot. A Labrador came trotting over and rubbed the soles of his feet affectionately. Alan poured himself a cup of coffee, sat on the brown sofa, gently rubbed the big dog's hair with his hands, looked at the full-body portrait of Morbit on the wall, and sneered.

He's in Morbit's house right now, drinking his coffee, sitting on his sofa, and having fucked the female secretary who should have belonged to the president. Living with someone else's face is no stranger to Alan, and he has even become familiar with it. As Morbit's stand-in, Alan often has to attend some occasions for the president. These occasions are usually assessed by the president's think tank as having a certain degree of risk, otherwise Alan's substitute would not be needed. In the past few years of serving Mobit, Alan has forgotten how many disasters he has blocked for the President.

Instead, he was well paid. It's just that Mobit doesn't know that besides being his substitute, Alan is also a senior member of the Hidden Light Society. He was able to get close to the president, but the organization paid a considerable price to do so.

Alan looked at the portrait on the wall, sometimes he really didn't know what kind of man Mobit was. This man treats himself even harsher than others. He never smokes or drinks alcohol, only drinks coffee. He is also a workaholic. Many times, in order not to affect his work, when the President was working all night in the secret room, Alan would sleep with Elenda instead of him.

And the order to go to bed was given by Mobit himself. Alan knew his intention was to create an illusion for the outside world, making people think that he would also covet beauty. But who knew, it was his substitute who slept with Adalian. Alan sometimes thinks that maybe the doubles of other big shots don't have the benefits of himself.

"You are a pervert." Alan said to the portrait, and took another sip of coffee.

During the years that Alan had served Morbit, he had never seen this man make out with any woman, not a single one. Morbit is like cast iron from the inside to the inside, and Alan sometimes even wonders if he has such a thing as emotion.

But it is undeniable that such a Mobit has almost no weaknesses to speak of.

For such an unfathomable man, staying by his side is definitely a laborious task, not to mention that Alan is also a member of the Hidden Light Society. He had thought more than once that when he fell asleep one day, he might become confused and never wake up again.

Fortunately, that day will never come. Because Alan knew that the solar eclipse plan had already started. The first step of this plan is to assassinate Morbit, and then let his double become the president. Although he has the same face, the double is always just the shadow of Mobit. Now that the shadow has a chance to change hands, Alan can finally not live under the shadow of that man.

No one knows what kind of pressure he is.

Then he received a message.

Half an hour later, Alan Guangming walked into the White House. He skillfully treated everyone who passed by him with Morbit's demeanor and tone. Alan even knew the names of everyone in the White House, which even Morbit would be ashamed of. In order to prevent Alan from revealing his flaws, Morbit even told him many secrets, which made it easier for Alan to impersonate him.

Alan met Artes in the office.

When the Chancellor of the Exchequer stood by the window and turned around, Alan saw in his eyes the undisguised dislike of himself, but that expression was fleeting.

"From today onwards, there will be no such person as Alan in this world." Alstair looked the man in front of him up and down: "You have to remember this, from this moment on, you are Morbit, not anyone else. More It won't be Alan. As for the substitute, I have already arranged it for you, and outsiders will not see even a little flaw. Unless you show your horse's legs."

"Tell me, will you, Alan."

"I don't know what you're talking about, old friend, aren't you sick?" Alan said deadpan.

Alstair nodded.

On this day, Alan walked into the sun. Although he still looked serious, people always felt that Mr. President was in a particularly refreshing mood today.