Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

"Enough, Mercy." Lex finally said, his voice seemed to come from hell, "Stop your meaningless behavior. Take me to Cal's house immediately."

Mercy only thought that she heard the voice of heaven.

She shut her mouth immediately, and Lex had already stood up from the back of the office, strode past her with a blank expression, and walked into the elevator first.

In the end what happened?While stepping on high heels and trotting to keep up with the boss, Moxi had a hundred thousand question marks in her heart.

In her eyes, no matter what happens, the boss is not going to be angry. "Conner" is still in the laboratory. Has the boss thought about how to explain to his little boyfriend that this little boy who suddenly appeared is a problem? .

If the boss hadn't shown great concern for Carl as always, Mercy would have suspected that the boss had finally gotten tired of playing love games.

But no matter what, the boss and his attitude are very bizarre. It can be called eating what is in the bowl and looking at what is in the pot. two boats.

Why bother?

Mr. Al is handsome and cute, and he is loyal and affectionate to the boss. Why does the boss follow the little boyfriend who has already got you and me, and at the same time grit his teeth to Superman... um, um... That attitude says that pursuit is not like pursuit , saying that hatred is not all hatred... Moxi didn't understand it anyway.

If Mossy could comfort herself in the past, the boss's attention to Superman was only out of vigilance and jealousy of the enemy, then the appearance of "Conner" was like irrefutable evidence, making her never again. The method continues to deceive itself and others.

Mercy plays a pivotal role in the center of power that Lex has constructed:

She single-handedly controlled the operation of the Lex Group, mastered most of the information and evidence of Lex's illegal activities, and managed almost all of Lex's laboratories on the surface or in the dark.

Before "Conner" appeared, she believed that she was Lex.Luthor's most important and indispensable subordinate; "Conner" appeared, and Mercy suddenly realized that she didn't know Lex as well as she thought.Luther.

She's also not as important as she thinks she is.

This kind of realization made Moxi to Lex.Luthor's awe continued unabated, and it reignited the fear in her.

Even if the boss's deterrence is strong enough, it seems that it is not something to be proud of being so easily controlled by the boss with one or two words and one or two simple actions.

But that's Lex.Luthor, this name means countless kinds of terrible futures and a net that can never be broken away. Who can not feel trembling in his exquisite control and quiet threat?

The elevator was going down, Moxi lowered her head, and her fingers slid quickly on the tablet.

Next to her is her boss who has a bad temper and has nothing to do with the word kindness. Under the high pressure imposed by the other party in silence, her brain is working rapidly.

A series of fluent orders were promulgated by her, and a series of feedbacks were quickly received by her and transformed into new instructions, which maintained those fragile and shady businesses, and made the Lex Group, the emerging business empire, constantly All maintain precise action and perfect execution.

Its movements are simple and its voice is loud.

Mercy has dedicated herself to this, sacrificing all her personal time and personal relationships, but never taking credit for it.

Because she actually knows very well, if there is no this man in front of her, if there is no Lex.Luther, she's going to get nowhere.

Out of self-preservation nature, Moxie will also think about why she is so loyal to Lex, even when she knows that the other party is absolutely not worthy of loyalty and trust.

Maybe it has something to do with her being an orphan, maybe it has something to do with her being completely trained and trained by her boss, maybe it has something to do with her natural obedience and desire to be led...

Maybe there are not so many reasons, but she is used to following orders from her boss.

Buried a secret in her heart.

Not long ago, just a few days after Valentine's Day, when she obeyed the boss's orders, she went to a certain area that had been in war for a long time to negotiate a business with some anarchists, but found these anarchists on the negotiating table When the buyer had no intention of fulfilling the deal, the other party's enemies blasted the entire building with artillery fire, leaving her trapped in the cracked concrete and permanently losing one of her arms.

Afterwards, the boss fitted her with a prosthesis loaded with various functions and ammunition, which he made by himself, to express his apology for the loss of Moxie during this trip.

To be honest, Mercy doesn't think losing a hand is such a big deal. She thinks that if she messes with her boss, she will lose her life sooner or later.

It may be due to her own mistakes, or some unavoidable disasters. Of course, considering that she follows the boss closely for most of the time, the more likely way of death is being pushed out by the boss to prevent disasters or something. ——This is also her duty, after all, the word bodyguard is clearly marked on her position.

So she has no resentment towards her boss, and she doesn't feel particularly painful.

But she didn't tell anyone how she escaped from the predicament, and Mercy suspected that even the boss didn't know the exact process of her escape.

The scene at that time was too chaotic, and things happened too suddenly, and the strategizing was like Lex.It's also unlikely that Luther could understand the logic of a fool's actions, right?Or rather, like Lex.For people like Luthor, the hardest thing to deal with are those idiots who act completely illogically.

According to Moxie's subsequent investigation, those anarchists' enemies attacked them entirely on a temporary basis, and it was the whim of one of their little leaders after they got high. In other words, it was purely Moxie's own bad luck. .

She would have died in this sudden riot.

If...if it wasn't for Superman saving her.

Gunpowder smoke and dust blinded Moxie's eyes, rude shouting and gunshots covered her ears, and the pain of losing her arm also dulled her senses. The impression of the people who went out was very vague, and the other party was not even wearing the fixed tights uniform.

Please believe that although Mercy is in a bad state, her brain is still there. If Superman wears a uniform, she can be 50.00% sure that it is Superman. Now, she only has [-]% confidence in her deduction.

But Mercy knew in her heart that the person who saved her was Superman.

Even if she wasn't sure, let alone think about it.

His chest was solid and powerful, and his steps were very steady when he was not flying, and Moxie didn't feel the slightest jolt in his arms.His arms were as warm as the sun.

He is as warm as the sun.

In the gap of consciousness, she heard the other party's gentle questioning voice:

"Why did you do this? Why didn't you leave?"

She was in too much pain to answer Superman's question.

When she wasn't in pain, she didn't answer her own questions.

Lex was on his way, but Carl was still sitting in his study, oblivious to Tiffany's solo.

A few small windows were opened at the top of the study room, and the soft sunlight hit her exposed skin, which was pure white with a brilliant texture of gold powder.

Those green eyes shone characteristically in the sunlight, like reflective metal or the eyes of nocturnal animals.

She stared at Carl closely, with a charming smile, a dissolute posture, and provocative gestures in her gestures, but the natural ladylikeness in her slender eyebrows, elegant chin, and high neck made her It seems unattainable.

Like an aristocratic girl who has been restrained for a long time, she suddenly broke free from the shackles and seduced others maliciously. Her every move was full of presumptuousness, but she retained the last bit of reserve, unwilling to give herself up easily.

She hugged the side of the bookshelf, her legs clamped the bookshelf from time to time, and relaxed from time to time. She gently rubbed the pure wood partition with the inside of her thighs, with an intoxicated expression.

Carl's eyes slid from top to bottom, gliding over Tiffany's flat belly, round thighs, and tight calves, and stayed on her petite and lovely bare feet.

"You're playing like crazy, huh? Honey... Tiffany?" Carl said softly.

He stood up from the couch and held out his hand to Tiffany, and the stripper knew immediately that he had been turned on.

So those explicit flirting movements disappeared in an instant, and she suddenly changed from a naughty child to a young girl, walking briskly around to the back of the bookshelf, only showing half of her body and half of her face, and cast a loving look at Carl.

Carl laughed again, approached her unhurriedly, and took a thin-covered book from the shelf. Under Tiffany's puzzled eyes, he raised his hand and covered the book on Tiffany's face.

The deprivation of vision made her breathing haphazard.

She staggered two steps back, leaning her back against the bookshelf tremblingly, and Karl followed her closely without giving in.

The music stopped.

But the huge room became noisier, because when the space once filled with dance and music became empty, the confused atmosphere, ambiguous breathing, and increasingly violent heartbeat became clearer , Tiffany leaned against the bookshelf trembling, flustered——

It's not like he hasn't experienced more kinky ways of flirting, but Carl's behavior is too restrained for it to be called flirting.

The pages of the book were very thin, but it was a page after all. Apart from being warmed by her own moist breath, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of Carl from this book.

Carl didn't use too much force, so the book remained in a state of being unable to fall. Tiffany inexplicably began to get nervous about the book covering her face. All she could see was darkness and the pages were transparent. Incoming shimmer.

She had no idea how far Karl was from her, or what Karl was doing.

"...Mister..." She called tremblingly, raising her hand to touch the person in front of her.

"Shh," Carl whispered.

Her hands didn't touch anything warm, except for a piece of hard, cold metal.

It was so cold and so hard that it made Tiffany's heart beat faster, her legs were weak, and she couldn't exert all her strength.

The cold metal object slowly slid across her fingers, reached her wrist, and swam slowly to her neck.Tiffany's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she was trembling. Even though her face was covered by an open page, she felt strangely controlled and had nowhere to escape.

She didn't really want to escape either.

The metal object fell to her throat.

She swallowed nervously, and then felt her throat was wrapped and bound, and she lost her vision. Her sense of touch became especially sensitive, and she realized that it was a metal collar—very hard, so cold that it made her shudder. I shivered.

While this made her heave a sigh of relief, she was also vaguely disappointed.

"It's amazing that you can do this, so I couldn't help cooperating with you." She heard Carl's soft laughter, and through the pages of the book, the voice revealed a paradoxical charm.

Carl said, "Long time no see, Snake."