Ding-ling! Ding-ling! Ding-ling————

The bullets hit the ground, making a crisp melody, but to Dottie, the sound was no different from the chain of the Grim Reaper's scythe dragging on the ground.

"Ma'am, you can't change anything except making the atmosphere awkward." Duke shrugged, looking kind and sincere: "I am always a gentleman to beautiful ladies, so don't let me get violent, okay?"

Dottie gasped. The strength Duke showed made her unable to resist. Under normal circumstances, she would have surrendered without any moral integrity. But Duke was different. He killed Carter, and Dottie would never surrender to him.

A look of determination flashed in Dottie's eyes. Without saying a word, she rushed to Duke and punched him in the face with her right fist, blocking his vision. Her left hand followed up, holding a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and wiping it towards Duke's neck. This ruthless move was honed over and over again, and it was done without any hesitation.

Unfortunately, even without using his observation Haki, Duke was also a martial artist, ninja, martial arts master, and many other close combat professions. Although Dottie was proficient in various fighting techniques, the gap between the two was like a chasm, so big that Duke could crush her with just speed.

Dottie's wrist holding the blade was grabbed. She didn't struggle or fight back. She leaned into Duke's arms, put her right hand around his neck, and gently pursed her red lips and opened her pearly teeth, emitting a burst of fragrance.

"Haha, as long as you like it." Dottie's face was stiff. She smiled shyly twice and twitched her wrist to try to get away, but Duke held it tightly, squeezing her wrist like an iron clamp, turning it purple.

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"Some travel souvenirs, quite meaningful. Uh, if you like, I can give them to you." Dottie blinked her big eyes and flirted with Duke.

Dottie racked her brains, thinking of how to get out. Since Carter was fine, there was no need for her to face Duke.

Dottie struggled to get up, twisting her slender waist inadvertently, her hips wrapped in a skirt that made people imagine, and her long legs were infinitely straight and slender under her high heels... Well, there should be a notebook here. "Madam, can you calm down now?" Out of respect for the lady, Duke did not look at the mysterious area of ​​the other party with the middle door wide open, but walked around her sideways. As a result, he suddenly found out from the corner of his eye that without the grenade, Dottie's chest was subtly regretful. Although she did have a good figure, Carter could give her ten five-consecutive hairpin bends, and even Steve was more majestic than her.

"Isn't she the agent responsible for protecting you?" Duke asked doubtfully. When did the SHIELD agents become so easy to talk to? If he knew about it but didn't report it, would he still be alive if the non-Africans found out?

Under Dottie's contemptuous gaze, Duke reached into her collar and took out two... grenades.

"That was a long time ago..." Carter held Steve's hand: "You had already fallen into the ice field at that time. Howard and I spent a long time trying to find you."

Duke reached behind Dottie and squeezed her hips hard as she screamed. Please note that this was not teasing, because Duke pulled out a folding knife, a roll of steel wire, and three thin needles with a blue glow from behind her.

Steve gave a wry smile. When he woke up, his girlfriend seemed a little different.

"Dr. Duke, what happened?" Steve was stunned when he saw Duke carrying a beautiful woman in.

Her sight flashed, and after refocusing, Dottie saw Carter sleeping peacefully. She felt Carter's breathing move slightly, and she felt relieved that he had just fallen asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw a big fool sleeping on the floor.

Dottie rushed out half a step, and suddenly her hands were restrained by an invisible force, pulled behind her and locked. The strong pulling force made her feel that her arms were about to break. Dottie lost her balance and could not stop her forward momentum. She fell face first to the floor. When she raised her head, her delicate little nose was red.

Bang————

"Erasing her memory..." Carter said nervously, "Can you let her go? I promise she will keep her mouth shut and won't say anything."

Having lost his soul, Steve lay on the floor in an inelegant posture, in the shape of the word 'Tai'.

"Ma'am, you have so many treasures on you, are you Doraemon?" Duke couldn't help but complain.

"Is there anything else?"

"One of the ways to bind: Block!"

"Ma'am, you are so...unexpected." Duke was completely speechless.

Snap————

With her right leg drooping, Dottie stood up with gritted teeth. This time she did not hide her emotions. She looked at him with hatred as if he was the murderer of her father. She let out a low roar and rushed over. Obviously, one of her and Duke had to fall today.

"That's why it's the latest style. The old version doesn't have a timer." Dottie hugged Duke tightly and removed her seductive disguise. Her eyes, which were originally tender and affectionate, were now extremely clear, with a hint of relief.

"This is a grenade-shaped bra pad, the latest style. You know, women need confidence." Dottie tried to explain, but her reasons were lame.

"If she is an enemy, why do you say she is protecting you?" Steve found that Carter's words were inconsistent and asked his girlfriend.

Steve asked Duke about his doubts. Neither of them knew the secret. Steve missed a lot because he slept for seventy years, and Duke only watched movies and not TV series, so he didn't know there was a character called Dottie in the Marvel world.

Dottie was lying on the floor. She couldn't see the souls of Steve and Carter, and didn't know who Duke was talking to. Suddenly, her scalp went numb. In her many years of career as an agent, the most difficult people she had encountered were mentally ill patients. These people had no fixed thinking, and their minds were completely different from the last second to the next.

"Will there be a countdown for the chest pad?" Duke held up the grenade, the numbers on the timer were shrinking, and there were five seconds left.

"She received spy training in the KGB since she was a child. She was domesticated as a killing machine. She had no love between normal people, no education like normal people, and all the skills she learned were for the purpose of missions. She wished she was a normal person, but she could no longer do that. This made her hate herself, but this emotion was a torture for her, and she could only vent it by doing more evil things."

"Erase her memory, she knows too much." Duke threw Dottie to the ground without any mercy.

Duke was furious when he heard this. He didn't argue, but lifted the other woman's bag and walked out of the bedroom. Obviously, this woman wouldn't talk to him properly before she saw Carter.

"If you don't have any other tricks, let's talk it out!" Duke pushed Dottie away from his arms and took two steps back to show his sincerity.

The chill filled the air, and with one second left in the countdown, the two grenades were frozen into lumps of ice. Duke threw the two lumps of ice on the ground, and seeing that Dottie was still hugging him with her eyes closed, he couldn't help but cough twice: "Ma'am, you're hugging too tightly, be reserved."

Following the sound, Dottie looked at the floor and was stunned when she saw two lumps of ice. Her beautiful red lips once again opened into an O shape. A layer of frost condensed on the floor near the grenade, and the severe cold spread from her feet to her whole body.

Three seconds later, Duke looked helpless as he looked at Dottie, who was half squatting on the ground, holding her knees, trembling all over but trying not to make a sound. He was secretly worried about the other party's IQ. He didn't know where the other party got the confidence from for a body that couldn't be broken by bullets... maybe he was just acting too hot-headed.

"Sorry, I..." Steve looked gloomy.

"I don't blame you." Carter comforted Steve and continued, "Dottie is a poor person. She is in the dark and afraid of the darkness."

Duke took a light sip, savored it for a moment, and analyzed: "It's a very powerful nerve gas, highly toxic, non-irritating, and slightly sweet. It will paralyze the nerves of those who inhale it, and a large amount can even kill instantly. It tastes good. Do you have any more?"

For some reason, when Dottie saw Steve, she felt like she had discovered her destined enemy. The strong sense of uneasiness made her raise the other party's danger index to the highest level, one level higher than Duke.

"She is Dottie, what a poor thing. Look, Steve, she must have been severely punished." Carter said with pity, but it sounded like gloating.

Dottie didn't know if the grenade could kill Duke, but even if it couldn't, she wanted to splatter his body with her blood.

Dottie, who had already thought of dying together, had no time to talk to Duke. Even if the enemy was too strong for her to resist, she still had to fight hard. Dottie stepped forward, twisted her waist and kicked sideways, with a sharp arrow sticking out from the bottom of her high heels, whistling towards Duke's waist.

"She is not a good person!" Carter seemed to be lost in memory: "Her name is Dottie Underwood, a former Soviet agent from the 'Red House', and an enemy I have been fighting for half my life."

Duke grabbed Doty's ankle with one hand, and his other hand was not idle either. He held the arrowhead between two fingers and bent it slightly, and the arrowhead broke with a sound. On the other side, Doty jumped up with the support on her ankle, bent her knees and hit Duke's legs directly.

Their chests were pressed tightly together without a single gap. Duke could clearly feel the temptation of the soft and warm jade, but Duke felt that the touch on his chest was wrong. It was hard, like he was facing two iron balls.

"Turns out it's a Mao girl!" Duke looked at Dottie carefully, and only then did he realize that the other person's face shape did have some Slavic features.

"Dr. Duke, what are you going to do with her?" Carter said these cruel words, but he looked at Dottie with a little concern. He calmed down only after he confirmed that she was not hurt.

"Put me down..." Dottie exclaimed, thinking that Duke was going to go wild, but she found that Duke did not throw her on the bed, but took her out of the bedroom.

"She has become extremely evil. She kills people without mercy, but..." Carter shook her head and wanted to defend Dottie, but she couldn't say it because the blood on Dottie's hands was too sinful. She organized her words: "She and I are two extremes. I walk in the light, and she...she envies me!"

"Her hidden emotions became deformed under years of oppression until she broke out completely when she met me. She even deliberately got arrested several times just to let me interrogate her in person. Whenever I interrogated her, she enjoyed it very much..."

Duke interjected, "I see, this lesbian is a pervert."

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