"Hey, don't move!"
I was robbed by a stranger. But what he wanted was not money.
He tore my clothes off, kept kissing me hard, not to rape me.
He wanted me to cover his blood and track from his enemies.
I saw blood running out of his stomach.
He said thank you after he fooled his enemies.
I let him come into my place to get the bullet out of him.
I was a doctor.
He gave me a kiss the next morning and disappeared from my life.
It felt like a dream, I couldn't help thinking about the night making out with him.
Until one day, I saw him again in the hospital.
I learned that he was a soldier and that he had looked for me and loved me for a very very long time...
But I had no memory of him, until...


No One's Angel,But You

The wind raged, and sand and dust flew everywhere.


Elvis quickly jumped down from the armed vehicle in his yellow, mud-covered military boots.


Elvis waved his hand and glanced at the tile-roofed house not far from there. Then, he kicked the door open and rushed in.


The wooden door itself was very fragile. After being kicked by Elvis, the door fell onto the ground with a bang. He waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the wood chips in the air before walking in with large strides.


He did not use a flashlight, but instead, he fired a few flares.


After three shots, the tile house lit up brightly. 


However, in those fleeting seconds of light came the staccato sounds of gunfire. 


Chapter 237 Tougher Than Jefferson