A Must-See for Spy War Genre, It Has to Be Liu Changchuan

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Old K raised his eyes, his cold and cold gaze swept across his whole body, and he flicked his fingertips and snapped his fingers. The hatch opened slowly. Sister Man walked slowly into the light and shadow. She wears a pure black velvet dress that hangs close to the body. The fabric is soft and delicate, making her figure look smooth and swaying. The neckline is cut extremely low, and a large area of ​​snow-white skin is exposed in the dim light, glowing with a warm and soft light. There is a light shadow in the depression of the collarbone. Every inch of the line is beautiful and extremely aggressive. She held a bright silver tray in her hand, and placed a glass of amber whiskey in the center of it. The liquid reflected the swaying light, making it clear and translucent. A black pistol with a silencer is placed horizontally on the side of the cup, one soft and one violent, the ultimate hedge. The steps were gentle and silent, and the hem of the velvet skirt brushed the ground, sliding like running water without any smoke or smoke. "I'm Sister Man." She stopped in front of Shen Nianzu, raised her eyes and looked up. Her voice was soft, but the end of her voice contained a sense of steady control. "Old K said that you are the most special knife he has ever seen." With her eyes lowered, she lowered her head and took a sip of whiskey. When he raised his eyes again, a drop of clear wine slowly slid down his fair chin, fine and alluring. She raised her hand and wiped it away gently, her fingertips brushed across her plump lips, and the traces of water shimmered, hiding the wind and moon. "Old K sent me to test you." She tilted her head slightly, with a smile on her face, but there was no warmth in her eyes, only precise testing. "If you don't try, do you dare to see blood? Test your heart - if there is anything you can't let go of." We are so close together that we can smell each other's breaths. "Two ways." "Either touch me, reveal your desires, reveal the weakness of mortals." "Or shoot me, cut off the favor, prove that you have no intentions, and you are a clean death knife." The cabin was completely silent. Only the clicking sound of walnuts colliding between old K's fingers continued to echo between the two of them, like a string that was constantly tightening and on the verge of breaking. Sister Man leaned forward slightly, breathing close to her ears, and her velvet skirt glowed with a shimmering sheen under the light. "Tonight, you must choose one. This ship will not let you go until you have chosen." Shen Nianzu still did not answer. He quietly looked at the beautiful and alluring woman in front of him, and saw clearly the waiting hidden in her eyes - waiting for him to panic, waiting for him to hesitate, waiting for him to expose the flaw in his heart. He doesn't choose his path. He broke the situation directly. Shen Nianzu suddenly raised his hand and clasped her slender neck with precision with his five fingers. The force was controlled and precise, not fatal or violent, but firmly locked up all her room for movement. He leaned close to his ear, his breath was low and cool, and he spoke in a very low voice: "The perfume on your body is too bright, and your anger is too strong. You are not worthy of playing a knife test." Sister Man's neck was restrained, her body was slightly stiff, but she did not struggle or call for help. She just stared at him, the temptation in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of interest in reviewing and sizing up, as if she was examining an unexpectedly good knife. The traces of wine remaining on her lips still shimmer, and her beautiful features hide deep meaning. Shen Nianzu slowly let go. Sister Man took half a step back and raised her hand to calmly straighten her slightly messy collar. The cinnabar tear mole at the end of her eye flashed past in the dim light, seductive and hidden. She stopped talking and walked steadily back to Old K's side. Every step was smooth and controlled, the skirt traced a short arc, and she never looked back the whole time. But when I glanced at them before leaving, there was no hostility or friendship, only a silent review of the outcome of this game. The walnut fell on the table, and a soft sound broke through the stagnation. "The knife is sharp enough and the hand is steady enough." Old K stared at Shen Nianzu, all the temptation in his eyes faded away, leaving only the coldness of finalizing his ownership. "From today on, you will be under Chen Heng." "Remember. You don't have to have a heart with a sword. Once you have a heart, you will no longer be the wielder of the sword, but will only be a chess piece in the hands of others." Shen Nianzu turned around and opened the hatch. The cold river breeze suddenly poured into the cabin, blowing away the ambiguous and heavy smell of perfume and cigars in the room. He crossed the creaking rusty trestle and walked away from the lonely ship step by step without looking back. The thick fog on the river is still billowing, heavy and heavy. The moonlight was obscured by layers of mist, leaving only a thin layer of cold white covering the mottled hull, like a layer of slowly condensing frost. The railroad tracks beneath your feet extend into the endless night. The storm has subsided for the time being, and the siege has passed. He survived successfully and entered the game smoothly. But he knew it well - the deeper, colder, and more unsolvable chess game was already waiting quietly in the darkness ahead.

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