Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 656: Fatal Temptation

Alan thanked Martha for not rushing forward immediately. Although he had killed Ma Lei, the Origin Energy within his body was surging and even slightly disordered. Static adjustments were needed to restrain the scattering Origin Energy. Looking at Ma Lei's corpse, he had the urge to laugh heartily. Unfortunately, the time and place were not right, so he could only think about it in his heart. In Mare's body, he could clearly see his own improvement. Right now, even a Level 21 or Level 2 opponent like Ma Lei wouldn't even need to use his projection and abilities as long as he had the upper hand. He could suppress them with just his combat skills and finally kill them.

If he had known that Allen and Catherine had been entangled for more than half a month and that he could survive Death, he would have known that Allen was not an expert that he could easily deal with. Naturally, he would use all of his strength at the first possible moment, instead of using battle techniques to test it out, he would instead be killed by Alan, whose combat skills had been tempered by Catherine's life and death.

After a moment of silence, the Origin Energy within his body had returned to its normal state. Only then did Alan look at Martha. The woman even forgot to run away. It was only now that Allen's gaze reached him that he jumped backwards like a reflex and pulled out his two blades. However, her hand that was holding the saber was trembling slightly. Alan walked towards her with Xue Yin in his hand.

"Tell me, who is Colonel Bula's immediate superior?" Alan's gaze swept across Martha, from her exquisite eyebrows, which were rarely seen in black people, to her body wrapped in tight battle clothes. From the plump and alluring twin peaks to the flat lower abdomen, they finally landed in the mysterious triangle between their legs.

Martha was very uncomfortable with him.

It wasn't that she hadn't been stared at by a perverted man, and she had seen a more rude and direct gaze than Alan. The problem was that although Allen's gaze swept across some sensitive parts of her body, there was not the slightest trace of emotion in her eyes. He was more like a wolf, staring at a person's neck, so that Martha knew that the other party was observing her body to find the fatal and fragile parts of her body.

The woman who had always been calm in the face of male gazes couldn't help but shrink back, showing her weakness in a rare gesture. "Don't say I don't know, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. After all, if I didn't tell you it was death, I would be worse off than death if I told you," he said stubbornly.

"So you think it's easier to die at my hands?" Alan stopped three meters away from Martha. At this distance, he could attack at any time and guarantee that Martha had nowhere to run.

He shook his head. "You're wrong if you think so. What's your name?"

"Martha." Women did not conceal this point, nor did they have anything to conceal.

"Alright, Miss Martha." Alan nodded and said, "You probably haven't thought about it, but I don't have to kill you." Just break your arms and legs, or cut these things off for you and get you back. I think there's still a way to get something out of you, not to mention I have a friend. He was an assassination master himself, so he was very good at interrogating people. I don 't think you' d like to try his method. "

Martha shivered.

She knew very well that every assassination master knew the human body like the back of his hand. They know which part of the body is sensitive and not fatal. It can hurt you to death, but it won't kill you. In their hands, death is a luxury, and pain is eternal. Martha had seen with her own eyes several prisoners who had been tortured to the point of mental breakdown. They were as helpless and pitiful as animals, completely losing their dignity as humans.

Martha couldn't help but shiver at the thought that she might turn into that kind of person. She forced a smile, "It's really scary, but I don't think you would do that."

"Oh, what makes you so confident?" Alan looked at her with interest.

Martha suddenly threw away the two blades in her hand and stood upright. She purposely straightened her chest so that Alan could see her plump mountain peaks. At the same time, the legs are tightly closed, which makes the curve more beautiful and sexy. Just simply standing gave Martha the allure of a mature woman, and Allen was sure that she had to be professionally trained in this area.

"Because I am a woman, moreover, I am a woman that can make you very happy." Martha walked over to Alan.

When she approached, Alan realized that she was actually quite tall, even slightly taller than him. This way, when Martha almost touched him, Alan did not have to bow his head, and the corner of his eyes could already see a rough sea. Martha deliberately leaned against Alan's chest. Because she was wearing leather armor, there was no metal coldness. Instead, she emphasized the elasticity of her chest.

In her experience, Martha was sure that Alan had reacted to her body.

Alan did feel a ball of flame burning in his lower abdomen, but there was no change in his expression. Martha held his face in both hands and said, "Look, even if you don't want to admit it, your body can't be more loyal. It wants me. It wants to ravage my body, and I will release you the most."

Her hand slid down Allen's face, past his broken armor, and landed on his belly wrapped in a battle uniform. Martha gently pressed down on his abdominal muscles and continued to slide down, "Look, I really don't know who Colonel Bula's boss is. Even if you don't kill me and torture me with all your might, you won't get any more. I'll even give you some false information. Trust me, I can still do that."

"And then?" Alan's other hand was picked up by Martha. She placed it on her chest and guided Alan into the deep ravine between the peaks.

Martha giggled, "So it's not good for you or me, why don't we change the way we do it?" In order to survive, I will do everything I can to please you. Really, I'll give you a taste of something you don't have on other little girls. The night of frost is very long. Such a long time is enough for you to taste every corner of my body. I'll tell you which part of the body is the most sensitive, and you can play with me until you're satisfied. Just like this … "

She retracted her hand that was stroking Alan's abdomen and hugged his head with both of her hands, causing him to sink deeply into her two peaks. Alan was almost suffocated by the two peaks, and then he heard Martha's long groan above his head. Every trembling sound in that syllable was a fatal temptation to men.

However, Ellen, whose vision was covered by Martha, did not see a metal spike sliding out of her sleeve with her hands behind his head. The tip of the spike was aimed at Alan's neck, and Martha still let out a groan, luring Alan back into her trap. She could already feel that Alan's hands were landing on his tight buttocks, and he was slowly fumbling upwards.

A cold smile flashed in her eyes, and she used a slight imperceptible movement to stab the awl in her hand towards Alan's back neck. By this time, Alan had already hugged her snake waist and constantly pushed his body towards her. Martha could feel the majesty of this man standing in front of her, ready to attack and plunder the ground at any time. Martha had to admit that if it weren't for her different stand, she really wanted to let go of everything and spend a crazy night with this young man.

She believed that it would definitely be an impressive night. Her body also responded faithfully. At this moment, she yearned to be brutally entered by this man and violently ravaged by him. But now, she had to put the cone into his neck, cut off his cervical spine and arteries, and leave with his corpse.

What a pity.

All of a sudden, she thought, Alan seemed to be hugging her too tightly. Those two arms were like iron rods that choked her, and Martha suddenly understood what was going on, and she was about to thrust her hands down with all her might. However, it was still a little too late. The opponent's strength had increased dramatically. Martha could clearly hear the sound of his powerful hands breaking her spine. The sound of bones shattering clearly entered her ears and suppressed all of her strength at the same time.

Thus, the spike in his hand slid down from his palm and fell to the ground, producing a soft ding sound.

Only then did Alan let go of the woman who could no longer stand on her own. Martha fell to the ground like a puppet, her face filled with fear.

This was true fear.

"In that instant, I almost believed you." Alan sat down beside her and raised her chin. "But when you look at me, guess what I saw in your eyes?"

Martha was speechless.

"Poisonous snake." Alan nodded his chest, "You have a venomous snake in your heart, so I know that what you did, what you said, was to lower my guard. That was the prelude to murder?"

Without waiting for Martha to reply, Alan's hand left her chin and slipped onto Martha's neck. Martha seemed to know what was coming. The corner of her eyes sparkled as she pleaded, "Please don't kill me. Look, I can't do anything now. You can enjoy me without worry."

Alan lowered his head and said, "I've heard that some women in the Federation are specially trained to hide certain lethal weapons in their bodies, and then those men who try to have fun with them end up taking a bite."

Martha's expression suddenly changed and she suddenly opened her mouth to bite Alan. Unfortunately, just as she lifted her head, Alan's hand that landed on her neck suddenly exerted force and broke her neck. Martha's eyes widened and her head powerlessly fell to the ground, her eyes filled with intense unwillingness. It was only at the moment of death that Alan could see the true side of this woman in her eyes.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Alan shook his head. In the end, he still didn't find out anything. However, destroying the other party's pursuing squad was not a waste of time. However, if the other party acted again in the future, they would send even more troublesome people. However, the more this happened, the more chance he had to dig out the big shot behind the scenes. After all, Martha, or someone like Marley, probably didn't have the qualifications to know the core information.