Marriage Contract Secret Agent

The Day of Calm Before the Storm

Dallas headed for the abandoned building and found Chezy on one of the floors quite dark and silent. The woman was wearing all-black clothes, her hair tied in a ponytail and a cat mask lying beside her.

The woman offered an alcoholic drink.

“You drunk?” Dallas sat beside him. Although it was a bit dirty, he did not care at all. He threw away his cigarette.

“The alcohol content is not much, do not worry to get drunk.”

The two drank together in silence. Before long, Dallas was a little drunk and rested his head on Chezy's shoulder. His mind's a little messy. He has grief as an ordinary man. Especially when it comes to his own relatives.

Chezy realized Dallas hadn't shaved his beard in days. He rarely invited her to drink in a deserted place like this.

“Are you thinking of the Marweth family?” guess it.

“Yes. My brother killed them,” Dallas replied slowly.

“Then ... if you and him face off and kill each other, will you kill him?”

Dallas chuckled and opened the second can and drank a few sips. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned two of his shirt.

“If it is for the security of the country, then .. kill it. Even if he was arrested, wouldn't he still be given the death penalty?”

Chezy doesn't talk anymore. He knew the man's mood was definitely not good at the moment. For several months hanging out with him, Chezy had never seen the other side of Dallas that was fragile. How strong and cold Dallas was, his heart was not made of stone either.

"I can't meddle in your emotional problems. What if in the future, you and I become enemies?" Chezy was joking with him.

"What do you think?" Dallas was a little interested.

Although it is impossible for him and Chezy to be enemies, but who knows the fate of God?

Chezy smiled slightly and sipped another beer can. "Then don't hesitate, kill me. Because for sure, it's not good."

Dallas suddenly hugged him so tightly and gave him a kiss on his neck. "There won't be a day like that."

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After getting drunk together earlier, Chezy and Dallas return home to rest. The serial killers are in hiding for now as the anti-terror team forces have intervened.

Not to mention Chezy blowing up Rogers main base, there was a lot of time for the old man to make preparations again. I don't know if it's still in this country or not.

Dallas focused on his laptop, checking out some of the latest updates at the military base. "No. My people will soon be telling me if they see them."

"That's great. I can't contact them right now either. I'm afraid they're being held hostage" he said.

If Marine and Hadwin are taken hostage, then inevitably, Chezy must intervene alone and negotiate first. Or call for organizational help. Although in the mission, the possibility of dying at the hands of the enemy is very large, but what is the harm in trying.

Chezy has been his second partner for a long time and experienced many things together. If they did not survive the mission this time, he could be considered a failure as the chairman.

Dallas closed his laptop and walked up to the woman, lightly patting her on the head. "Don't worry, my people will help them if they're in danger."

"It's hard work" Chezy immediately smiled, putting the matter aside first.

The two immediately ate dinner while talking about some light things.

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The next day, the mood settled down a little. The group of serial killers seems to be hiding first at this time and Rogers is known to be in a neighboring country after successfully escaping with his men.

Miley's busy at the base, and Dallas's in the basement.

Until the funeral of Marweth's family was held in the afternoon, Dallas invited Chezy to attend it as a final tribute.

Although the Marweth family has made many mistakes, the friendship with the Alston family still exists. The most sad at the moment is of course Mrs Alston who is also at the cemetery with some other members of Remar's family.

Mrs Alston cried so much and recalled her days with Mrs Marweth as a youngster.

Suddenly the mother of the late Madame Marweth looked at Madame Alston with nano and full of hatred.

"If it wasn't for your son being a criminal, my daughter wouldn't be a corpse! You are his best friend. My granddaughter was your future daughter-in-law at first! Then why become what it is now? Why did your son kill my poor daughter!" The hoarse voice of the late Madam Marweth seemed to be cut off at any moment.

The remaining members of Mrs Marweth's family were also deeply saddened and blamed everything on the Alston family.

Madame Alston shook her head and apologized to them sincerely. He also knew it was his son's fault. And he didn't know why his son became a murderer like this.

The friendship of the Alston family and the Marweth family broke out with the great family of Mrs Marweth herself. Although Lady Marweth was not from the upper nobles who stood out, but her image was very good during her life.