Ahmed glanced at her hand pressing on his chest, and his heartbeat was beating wildly under Afra's hand.
But she didn't seem to notice, and murmured: "Muna is the only one here, it doesn't seem like he is here for me, what exactly does the secret language want..."
Just when Ahmed was about to speak, she slapped her hand violently, as if slapping her own thigh. She suddenly realized: "It must be the tail they brought back from the previous mission. There was too much movement across the city..." "
hiss...
Ahmed took a breath. He looked at Afra's hand and his eyes were a little red.
When he inhaled like this, Afra realized that patting his thigh didn't even feel a touch. When she lowered her head, she saw that her hand was placed squarely between Ahmed's chest muscles, pressing on the most elastic part of the muscle.
She was stunned for a while, then subconsciously patted her again. The sexy and plump chest muscles of the other party trembled with her hand, and the heel of her palm almost touched the embellishment on her chest, which was almost swollen from being patted.
Afra withdrew his hand, swallowed, and was embarrassed to look at his aggrieved face, so he dusted him covertly.
"The attack was too brutal." Ahmed raised his head and leaned close to her, biting the base of her ear and whispered, "It hurts."
Just the last word made her spine go numb. Afra's reason wandered outside for a while, and she almost lost it. She stretched out her hand to pull the tie on his collar, and whispered: "I don't believe it, unless you let me see it."
Snap.
A ray of light came and pulled Afra back from the edge of crime. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, then immediately looked away. Yara reached for it with the flashlight on her phone, glancing up and down nervously.
"Are you injured somewhere? Are you okay? This flying knife..." She glanced at the knife on the ground, then moved over to check Afra's body and arms with her own hands, turning a blind eye to Ahmed next to her. After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's Muna . This guy is already under our investigation, and he is so rampant."
"It's too irrational and something went wrong." Afra said.
"That's right." Yara said, taking out a pair of gloves from the pink unicorn bag hanging on her waist, and then put the power-tempered flying knives into a plastic bag, "In order to ensure that the power is controlled by Be precise. These flying knives have been specially treated and cannot be quenched. Otherwise, if you use your mouth so recklessly, be careful of big trouble."
She sealed the flying knife seriously.
Afra had already stood up and pulled Ahmed up by the way. She patted the splashed glass on her body and shook off the broken pieces: "Where is his partner? In the records of the knife wielder Muna, there are very few single appearances."
"Dead." Yara said.
"Dead?" Afra raised her voice slightly, followed her gaze to her side, and landed on Ahmed's face.
"We have accepted the body of 'Fragrant Miasma Witch' Faris." Yara raised her head and looked at Ahmed. She thought he was too tall and strained her neck, so she turned away and said to Afra, "An external force collision caused serious injuries in the car accident. It was the rear-end collision. "
"What on earth are they doing..." Afra rubbed his chin and bumped the person beside him with his elbow. "They don't want to tie you up and then threaten your family to pay for your ransom, right?"
"Then I need you even more." He said.
"The Security Bureau has already conducted a background check on him," Yara pointed at Ahmed. "The director means that he is a protective agent."
After saying this, she picked up Afra's right hand and squeezed it. She wrapped her wrist with her palm and pressed it twice. She carefully observed the other person's reaction. When she saw that there was no change in her expression, she said: "Sister, you are also very important to us. Even if you are a protector, it is not worth your while to rush out and protect me with your body."
"As you say, am I not helping others?"
Before he finished speaking, there was another loud bang outside the window, and the colorful window that was blown up by the flying knife was torn down by someone outside, revealing Sara's face.
There was a slight sweat on her forehead, and she pressed her palms on the window sill: "Sister, run away."
"Run away." Afra said, "Where is Salim?"
There was a flash of lightning outside the window, and in an instant, the whole room lit up. Sara subconsciously moved to the side, and saw a figure jumping down from an unknown height, climbing over the window with one hand, and lightning flashing all over his body.
Salim's power is electricity.
This is not a big secret, even citizens who pay attention to the information released by the Security Bureau all year round know it. His face was scratched, he had experienced a brief close-quarters fight, his clothes were messy, two buttons on his neck were missing, and a black shirt was scrapped.
"Someone was there to help him." That's what Salim said. "There are other members of the rebel organization in City A, and the level is not low, otherwise they wouldn't be so strict. I fought with him and didn't keep him."
He stopped in front of Afra.
His cheek was broken, and blood was oozing from the scar. His hair, which was damp with sweat, was pinned back by one of his hands. He looked a little unwilling, like a puppy that had not won a fight.
Using superpowers consumes a lot of physical energy, especially an offensive superpower like his. In just a few minutes, it is no less than a vigorous and intense exercise.
Salim lowered his head and came closer.
Afra rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a band-aid. She tore open the paper packaging and said while sticking it: "Put away the superpower."
"Stop it." The electric arc on his body dimmed, and Salim stared at her, "How could the person who spoke secretly know about our private gathering? Or is it because Ahmed's arrogance and majesty attracted people here?"
Ahmed looked at her hand applying a band-aid to Salim, lowered his head and straightened the cuffs.
"It's unlikely." Afra said, "Disguised as a waiter, you have been waiting for us for a long time. Your identity is known and you have so many achievements. It is not impossible for these things in the gutter to attack you. "
"Just him?" Salim sneered, "It's enough to say he came to kill Ahmed."
Those flying knives that could kill people were basically aimed at Ahmed, and they were only used to confuse others. No wonder the protection personnel designated by the bureau really need protection.
By the end of this meal, I was almost sober from drinking. Afra cooperated with the team to complete the post-work and follow-up deployment, and did not get back into the car until it was dark.
The city lights are twinkling and shining everywhere. She held her forehead sleepily and felt the car door on the side open. She closed her eyes and said, "Did you call the car?"
Although Sara didn't drink, she obviously didn't have time to send others home.
"My driver." Ahmed's voice sounded. He sat in the back row, about half a fist away from Afra's legs, "Today...thank you."
"Hey, it's such a small thing." Afra supported her chin and replied lazily, "Who are we? The kindest woman in the world. When we see injustice on the road, we stand up for justice..."
"You do have feelings for me."
"Take action...ahem," Afra choked on her own saliva and almost bit her tongue. She widened her eyes and looked at his side face in disbelief.
"The situation is so urgent, you can still take care of me." Ahmed looked forward, as if he didn't notice her surprised gaze. It seemed that he had rehearsed this sentence in his mind, "I really did not entrust the wrong person."
"No, how can you repay your favor with your hatred--"
Ahmed suddenly grasped the back of her hand, his palm was slightly warm against hers, and he squeezed it.
Afra swallowed the rest of the words hard and followed his eyes to look at the driver driving in front of him - someone from Ahmed's family, not quite Ahmed.
So, this is also a disguised form of surveillance?
The force covering the back of her hand loosened, and Afra heard his slow breathing and extraordinarily gentle voice: "Grandma should also know about our affairs."
"Ah?...Ah." Afra answered awkwardly, "Isn't it too early?"
"No," Ahmed said, "If she knew it, she would be happy for me."
Afra looked at the driver and then at Ahmed, like a desperate illiterate searching for the novel about a domineering president that she had read. What should the heroine say at this time? She was silent for a moment, and with the tragic feeling of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" she spoke forcefully: "Even if your family doesn't like me, I won't leave you because of money. Don't worry! "
Ahmed was stunned for a moment.
"I am an aboveboard person." Afra touched his conscience and gritted his teeth, "Even if my grandma gave me five million and asked me to get out, I would never agree. I hate those money-loving vulgar people the most. , Money can get my person, but it can't get my heart!"
As she said this, her conscience was tortured. She really didn't know how those heroines survived the money offensive. She couldn't survive it.
Ahmed was stunned for several seconds, and then couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. His eyes were shallow but very bright. In the gap between the lights floating outside the car window, his cheeks were dimly illuminated by a layer of neon lights.
Red light, the car stopped.
His position came closer at some point and was close to her knees.
"Then you have to keep your word." His eyes looked at her, reflecting a very soft halo.
Afra's back stiffened, and she suddenly felt that the atmosphere suddenly became weird. What was it called? The feeling of the atmosphere suddenly came up, making her heart pound.
Her palms were a little sweaty, whether it was from acting or the stamina from drinking. Afra rubbed her fingers, her heart skipped a beat, she suddenly hooked Ahmed's waist, fell into his arms, and said in her throat: "Okay--"
This is not buried in my arms. This is simply buried in facial cleanser. Her face was pressed against the soft chest muscles, her hands went up from Ahmed's lower back, she took a deep breath, and she was truly fascinated.
Oops, Ahmed's perfume is too cold. It smells like ice on a snowy day. But she likes it so much, it's soft and cold, and if she doesn't take a bite out of this figure, it's simply a loss for the people...
Ahmed's arm protected her lower back. He didn't know what Afra was thinking, but her willingness to cooperate really made him less stressed.
The person driving in front was Rauf, the person Grandma had placed next to him.
Afra nuzzled into his arms. Although she didn't use any force, she still noticed that the other person dodged when she touched a certain place. She raised her head and signaled with her eyes: "Are you injured?"
Ahmed raised his hand to pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt.
Salim's skin color is an explosive honey color, and his black clothes reflect a fierce wildness, like a leopard with black fur. Ahmed has pinkish white skin, like a ball of sweet cream, healthy and delicate, so the wounds in his clothes are particularly eye-catching.
A half-finger-long bloody mark was scratched on his collarbone by glass fragments, and there was red stain on his clothes, but he didn't notice it just now.
Afra rummaged through her pocket, tore open another pack of unused band-aids, stretched out her hand to hold his collarbone, and applied it to the wound: "Why didn't you say anything?"
"There's nothing to say..." Ahmed whispered.
"This is just a small wound. You don't care about yourself." Afra said, "It's been such a long row. Look at Salim, he has been injured many times in his small section. He is familiar with the road and his main thing is to be honest."
"Yes. If he hadn't handed it over to you specifically, it would have healed in five minutes."
This seems a bit awkward. Afra licked her teeth and thought for a while.
While she was thinking, Ahmed suddenly said: "I cherish mine very much."
Afra was stunned.
He turned his head, buttoned up his shirt again, and smoothed it: "Our family attaches great importance to men's loyalty... If grandma knew that I was in love with you, she would be very worried. Can you go back to the family with me tomorrow? "
Afra was speechless and held it in for a long time before saying, "Can I refuse..."
Ahmed looked at her silently.
She held her painful forehead and simply leaned into his arms. She had lost the strength to struggle for the future life. She closed her eyes and murmured: "Take a breath to stay alive, take a breath and take a breath..."
The night he was sent home, Afra received a message from Salim.
Classmate Salim: The knife wielder escaped control. There may be people inside the bureau who are whispering secret messages. You have to be careful.
Classmate Salim: Although Ahmed is a protection agent who has undergone background checks, he cannot be trusted too much.
Afra slept for two hours and was woken up by a notification sound. She was so sleepy that she tried to open her eyes to check the message. Too lazy to type, she poked the other person's avatar of a smiling white Samoyed puppy. The screen immediately displayed "You touch He touched classmate Salim's head."
Classmate Salim:...
Classmate Salim: Are you sleepy?
Afra was so sleepy that she almost passed out. She buried her face in the pillow, used her last sanity to poke at the screen, and fell asleep immediately.