"How can you become a perverted murderer when you come to your mouth? Is that the point?"

In that luxurious villa on the beach, Marshall still wore a nightgown and looked at a man in camouflage sarcastically: "You should know, this psychological quality is not what I want."

"Sir, I understand what you mean." The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly. On his shoulders, he even had the rank of two bars and three stars.

Colonel!

At this point, the gunshot sounded as if it was very close to here.

"Get rid of them with the fastest speed." Marshall looked at his watch. "Because I'm going to bed early today,...