Henry picked up the phone again, dialed a number and asked, "Hello, is this the communication link? I just received a call here. You should immediately determine the location of the call and report it to me."

"As commanded." The reply over there was also deliberately concise and clear by the soldier.

After hanging up the phone, it took Henry Morris less than five seconds to reassemble the pistol, which had been disassembled into parts.

"Master, do you want to dispatch the special agent team?" Alvin seemed to be aware of something.

Henry stood up, walked up to the closet and opened the door.

Henry's room was decorated in a simple and bright Nordic style, with no carvings or patterns, simple lines and simple shapes. His wardrobe is a five-door sliding wardrobe with clean wood grain in its natural color, refined to the extreme. Hundreds of men's clothes are neatly hung inside the wardrobe, and apart from military uniforms and camouflage, the rest are dominated by black, white and grey.

"It's not necessary. This time, I can handle it myself." Henry reached out and took out a black tight-fitting suit.

Alvin looked at Henry in astonishment, his mouth not closing. "Master, didn't you promise me not to show off your strength? It's easy to dodge an open shot but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. The more you show weakness, the more you can ensure your safety."

"Alvin, I'll do it quickly and not expose my identity." Henry put his mask over his face, covering most of his handsome face.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Henry looked at the figure inside, a tight black suit outlining his tall and slender figure, and his military boots shining brightly. His eyes were sharp and somber, with an inexpressible deterrent.

He is a stern and dangerous, cold and arrogant man, and whoever stands before him will be crushed by his powerful aura.

Alvin stood beside Henry, realizing that no matter what he said now, it was of no use. The young master every cell in his body was cheering and waiting for the chance to show his skills.

"Got it." The communication link reported the found phone information to Henry, and he blurted out the two words somewhat excitedly. Then he patted Alvin on the shoulder, turned and jumped out of the window and out of the house.

******

His fingers began to tremble slightly when they touched Bailey's buttons.

At that moment, all of a sudden, Bailey, who had closed her eyes, opened her eyes and grabbed the hand that had touched her chest with both hands. With a forceful twist, she heard a crisp "click" from the wrist joint of Jam, and a scream from his mouth.

Bailey leapt out of bed with a carp, and with a flying kick, she sent Jam off the edge of the bed to the corner.

"John... This woman is pretending." The man curled up on the ground, held his own wrist, and painfully told his companion.

The John was still carefully choosing the Angle here, preparing to take a few romantic photos. Unexpectedly, the situation reversed. The sleeping beauty Bailey now glared up with a fierce look, like a tiger coming down the mountain, and of course, a tigress.

After hearing Jam's hint, he realized the danger, threw the DSLR camera in his hand, grabbed a stool with the opposite hand and threw it at Bailey.

Bailey, unhurried, moved nimbly to the side and dodged the stool's attack. She cut off the man's wrist with one palm like a knife.

The boss hurriedly loosened the stool and pulled his hand back.

Bailey smiled and jumped behind him from the bed, gathered strength at his elbow, and it was a strike.

With that strike, the man's body fell to the ground and rolled around several times, just to the side of Jam. Now the two brothers huddled together, looking at Bailey in terror, but not daring to go up and fight her.

"Come on your own initiative, I'm too lazy to ask." Bailey brought the stool over, sat down openly, crossed his legs and hugged his arms.

The two robbers looked at each other with an extremely embarrassed expression. Could it be that they had taken the wrong script? The robbers were pitiful, but the victims were showing off their might.

"Speak up." Bailey, seeing that they didn't answer the question, exchanged glances, fearing that they might be up to some evil idea, urged them to answer quickly, and at the same time acted as if they were going to do it again.

"Don't fight, we'll be honest." The two were so frightened that they knelt down with their heads covered.

"Someone told us Henry is a very rich official and you are his sweetheart. If we can catch you, we can get a lot of money from Henry. The two of us brothers hired someone to cause a car accident and then robbed you from the middle of the way and took some flirtatious photos...

The plan was perfect, but with Bailey, it turned out to be a ruined plan.

"Who on earth told you that?" Bailey was furious. Who could be so immoral as to defame him as Henry's sweetheart? If she finds out, she will tear him apart.

"We don't know that either." The man behind was rather mysterious, giving instructions on what to do over the phone but never showing up.

Bailey called the police.

Two men huddled in the corner of the room, shivering, and Bailey sat idly on a stool. Time passed slowly and awkwardly.

"Oh dear, this is just too boring." Bailey stretched and grumbled a little.

"Otherwise, let's do something for the three of us." Bailey looked at the two of them with a smile and made a startling proposal. This left both men stunned. They looked at each other and saw unease in each other's eyes.

What are you playing? Isn't it just the two of them that this woman can play with now?

Both of them had a cold war at the same time, and they clearly saw a deep, dark abyss in Bailey's bright, brilliant smile.

There must be no good thing, and she can't play.

"This isn't a weekend party with friends. This is the scene of an attempted robbery. Can we be serious and wait for the police to show up?" The two bandits pleaded pitifully and eagerly awaited the police officers to come.

Bailey paid no attention to the two of them and said to himself, "Mahjong is missing one, there has no poker, since you are quite fond of photography, let me take some artistic pictures for you."

"Come on, come on, don't be embarrassed, take off your clothes, kiss, hug, play around, don't be afraid of the mushy, don't leave any bottom line, do whatever is disgusting." Bailey held the DSLR camera in his hand and fiddled with it. "After I took pictures of you, I posted them on the gay forum, and overnight you became popular."