Chapter 2580 Dear Mr. Detective 31
An abandoned textile factory in the dock area of Beiyar City.
The dreaded Scarlet Gentleman is leading his men in a fierce firefight with the Griffin Gang members who are stationed there, trying to seize important documents and account books hidden in the secret safe in the factory.
For a moment, no one could gain the absolute upper hand.
Bullets struck rusty machinery and brick walls, sending up sparks and debris.
Alric quickly shuttled between the bunkers. Every time the revolver in his hand fired, the Griffin Gang members on the opposite side screamed and fell to the ground. His green eyes scanned calmly in the smoke, looking for an opportunity to break through.
At this time, new noises came from the entrance of the factory.
Another batch of reinforcements from the Griffin Gang has arrived!
Alric turned his head and saw the leader clearly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
It's him!
The guy who had provoked him, suppressed him, and even made him have ridiculous illusions several times!
He is actually from the Griffin Gang!
Murderous intent and unspeakable complexity surged in his heart at the same time, and the feeling of being deceived made him extremely angry.
Damn it! Alric cursed in his heart.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Jinchen unknowingly led Alric into a room inside the factory where discarded spindles and rotten cloth were piled up.
"Bang!" The wooden door swung shut behind them, slightly blocking out the noise outside.
Alrick reacted extremely quickly. He broke free from his restraints the moment he landed and pointed the gun at Jinchen.
"Who the hell are you?" he said through gritted teeth.
Jinchen stood opposite him, slowly raised his hand, placed his fingertips on the back of Alrick's slightly trembling hand, which was tightly gripping the gun handle, and slowly stroked it.
"Calm down, baby."
He whispered, not even noticing the slightly hot barrel of the gun pressed against his waist.
"I came here because of you."
Alric stared at him intently, breathing rapidly, with only murderous intent in his eyes.
Jinchen happened to take two steps back, and faint light shone in from the dilapidated window, illuminating a small area between the eyebrows and eyes of the mask.
Alric saw...
a pair of eyes.
In the light, the blue eyes were as clear as pure glacier water.
The absurd and familiar feeling made Alric stand there in a daze, and the violent contraction and burning sensation of his heart made it impossible for him to breathe.
Ridiculous! This is ridiculous!
He struggled to shake off Jinchen's hand, but his wrist was held tightly, and his fingertips went numb from the excessive force, with a tingling sensation that was almost like a spasm.
"Let me see!" Alric's voice suddenly dropped, suppressed to the extreme, on the verge of exploding. "Take off your mask!"
Jinchen put his arm around Alrick's slender waist, and the hand holding his wrist slid up and covered Alrick's green eyes.
"let me go!"
"If you were...if you were him..."
Alric had never been so angry as he was at this moment, and his heart was full of hatred.
The feeling of betrayal and shame of having been fooled seared his mind.
"I will definitely kill you!"
"So angry?" Jinchen's breath was close to Alric's ear, and his voice was low. "Do you think I'm an undercover agent sent by the Griffin Gang to your side?"
He placed his hands over Alric's eyes with a little force to prevent him from breaking free, and at the same time lowered his head, touched his still slightly trembling lips, and kissed him without a chance of rejection.
Alric bit down fiercely and angrily!
The smell of blood immediately spread between the two people's lips and teeth.
Jinchen felt pain, but did not retreat. Instead, he kissed deeper, sweeping away all the bloody smell.
Alric was breathing rapidly, his lips stained with bright red blood, and the anger in his green eyes burned even more fiercely.
"Listen to me," Jinchen's voice was hoarse but steady, "I will help you take over this textile factory and get what you want."
Alric sneered, his voice extremely cold, full of sarcasm and distrust.
"Why should I listen to the words of a mysterious, secretive Griffin Gang lackey?"
Jinchen seemed to sigh.
The next second, without warning, he released his hand from covering Alric's eyes.
The sudden light made Alric squint subconsciously.
The mask was removed, and the person standing before him was no longer the mysterious and dangerous man in black, Chen, but...
Cyrillic.
He was so familiar with the face that always had a gentle smile or an innocent expression, and was looking at him with its head slightly tilted.
There was still a trace of blood at the corner of his lips where he had just bitten him, and his blue eyes were clear and transparent.
"Dear," Jinchen said, "don't you believe me?"
Alric was completely speechless and stared at his face.
The most absurd guess turned out to be true.
He raised the hot revolver in his hand again, and mercilessly pressed the muzzle against Jinchen's defenseless throat.
"I will kill you!" Alric's voice was hoarse and almost collapsed.
He repeated this sentence, as if this was the only way to maintain the shaky line of defense.
Jinchen seemed not to feel the fatal threat, and even raised his head slightly, cooperating with the force of the gun barrel, then raised his hand, and gently stroked the tense cheek lines of Alrick with his fingertips, all the way down, and finally stopped at the slightly open collar of his shirt.
There, at the heart.
There were also ambiguous red marks on my skin that were slightly broken from his sucking and biting last night.
"You had guessed it, hadn't you, dear?"
"If it weren't for me... would you allow someone to do this to you? Allow someone to get close to you, touch you, and leave marks on you?"
Alric's: "..."
He looked surprised, but was also stunned by these words.
damn it.
He hasn't calmed down from the chaos yet, and he's not a dead wooden man standing here!
Even after his identity was completely exposed, this person still dared to pinch and knead like this!
Alric's hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.
He noticed that Jinchen wanted to kiss him again. As if to cover up his loss of control, he suddenly moved the muzzle of the gun upwards and pressed it against Jinchen's bloody lips. He threatened viciously, his green eyes narrowed dangerously, "If you dare to kiss me again, try it!"
Jinchen stared at him, and the provocative smile in his eyes deepened, captivating him.
He opened his mouth slightly, stared at Alric, and licked the muzzle of the revolver with the tip of his tongue. Under Alric's dangerous but stunned gaze, he slowly took the small piece into his mouth.
Alric's pupils trembled, his Adam's apple rolled violently uncontrollably, his breathing became heavy, his fingers gripping the gun handle exerted excessive force, but he dared not pull the trigger no matter what, his throat was dry and painful.
"who are you?"
He heard himself asking the question in a hoarse voice, but he couldn't move his eyes away from the lips that held the gun barrel, which looked particularly sexy and dangerous.
Jinchen looked at him with a smile, raised his hand easily, and used his strength to remove the gun from his hand, which no longer posed a threat.
He lowered his head and kissed Alric's trembling lips again.
"Chen. I told you, don't you remember?"
"Then Cyril..." Alric's voice was dry.
"Of course it's me too." Jinchen spoke against his lips, and every word he uttered was like a gentle kiss.
"You should be surprised, darling, aren't you?"
Alric: "..."
He was silent for a moment, trying to control his disordered breathing and heartbeat.
"Chen", who is full of control and powerful enough to make people's heart flutter, and "Cyril", who is innocent and clingy and seems to need his protection.
...Two completely different shadows slowly overlapped in his mind, converging into the man in front of him who smiled like a cunning fox.
Ridiculous, chaotic, and yet...oddly acceptable.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 50! 】
