Marta. Harry heard the voice on the microphone, and there was already a certain joy in his eyes.

Tang Yunyang's words had made her lose hope. Thought Nancy. Green, a wonderful dancer, would never fall into her own hands again, but now the truth told her that she was in good hands.

"What, has there been any change in your marriage? That's a thing that makes people feel sorry for you! ”

Audible in the microphone in Nancy. Green's voice faintly revealed some anxiety, which could not help but make her proud and entertain the other party.

"Yes...... It's something that happened, and I'm talking about other things when I get there, please, ......please, please."

"What? Are you coming, Miss Nancy, when? It's tomorrow morning, okay, um, okay, I'll get everything ready! ”

Put down the phone, Marta. Harry shook his head happily, wondering if it was because of Nancy. Green's self-defeating. While picking up his long ivory cigarette holder and lighting a cigarette, he took a puff with taste, and the pale blue smoke sprayed into the air for a long time.

"It seems that there is hope for success in this matter, but I, should I not help him?"

In the blue-blue smoke slowly rising in the air, she seemed to see the confused appearance of the head of the Second Military Intelligence Agency, Colonel Picard.

"Wouldn't it be nice to give him this little beauty? In case ......"

Harry. Marta thought about her two-faced position, and both Germany and France were paying her a lot of money at the moment.

Ke Nancy. Green, in her current position, seems to be more useful than herself, so will that Colonel Picard abandon herself?

"Well, this seems to be a double-edged sword!"

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Looking at the blue smoke floating in front of her, Marta. Harry felt the need to meet with Colonel Picard first. Thinking of this, he reached out and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

Soon after, in the warm and secluded hut, the same almost identical show took place, the only difference being that the content of the conversation changed.

The firewood in the fireplace and the occasional "crackling" sound of firewood seemed to be a commentary on the constant murmur of fragrant sounds.

Colonel Picard struggled with this body that could kill people, and comforted Marta. Harry.

"Well, my dear, I see that your worries are completely superfluous!"

The curvaceous body underneath him trembled as if it was in a life-and-death struggle, and its long dark hair moved rhythmically with the head that was trying to lift. They were red by the fire, like a group of dancing elves.

"Oh...... Yes, is this true? ”

"Uh-huh, don't you want to believe me?"

A long and long voice of satisfaction ** in the hut, like a special long song.

"Honey!"

Marta. Harry stroked his long hair with his hands, so that after such a strenuous exercise, the excessive heat dissipated so much that she was almost dripping with sweat.

"Maybe you can give me more protection, let's say an order......"

"Oh, I see, it seems that you want a throne for a letter of forgiveness like that for Miledi! Is that so? Am I right? ”

It seems that this Colonel Picard was also a big fan of Monsieur Dumas.

"Oh, my dear Pichel, are you pretentious, or do I already think you have the charisma of the throne?"

That's what Picard likes Marta. Harry's place, though in a way, she's just a courtesan. But she's so clever that a little tease can make men willing to give everything they have.

Marta. Harry likened him to the world-famous Bishop of Richelieu, who was known for Mr. Dumas's "The Three Musketeers" and was the prime minister of France at the time. The best thing is that he almost owned the queen of France at the time, Anna of Austria.

The three musketeers and their friend Dartagon's enemy, Milady, received a letter of pardon before the assassination of Bishop Richelieu, Duke of Buckingham, England.

"In the good of the country, the bearer of this document, on my orders, did what he already did."

Marta. Harry continued, seducing Colonel Pika, as he slipped out from under him and walked to the coffee table not far away, where there was fine wine and cigarettes.

The firelight in the fireplace made a pretty beautiful silhouette of her proud nudeness.

The luscious and juicy ** like a pineapple is warped into a beautiful angle in the firelight, and the departing figure is reflected in the firelight into a dark red hip line.

Despite having this wonderful body and relieving himself of the stress caused by the defeat of Nancy some time ago, Colonel Picard's throat felt a parchment.

"Don't you think it's worth it?"

Sitting back on the couch Marta. Harry seemed to stretch his legs unintentionally, and the graceful long legs occasionally turned to the side, revealing a sliver of manicured hair, flickering in the dark red light of the flames.

"No, for you, the most beautiful woman in all of Paris, I think it's worth it! I just ......"

Colonel Peel's gaze was fixed on her body.

"I just feel like you're comparing me to something too ......"

Of course, he liked the position of Bishop of Richelieu, but Colonel Picard was self-aware. The woman in front of her who is good at seducing people is just trying to get her freedom, and her purse is getting fuller and fuller.

In the war, double spies like this woman, whether it is for money or something else, although they can get many things that are difficult for ordinary people to get, but once they are controlled by others, it is definitely not a good situation.

So all she did was trade that beautiful little girl's freedom for her own.

Looking at Marta on the couch, smoking her long ivory cigarette holder in a seductive pose. Colonel Harry Picard felt a little reluctant. Whether it was the seductive body on the couch or her extensive sources of information, it made him feel reluctant.

"This is something that has to be done in order to bring that guy down!"

Looking at this seductive body for the last time, Colonel Picard, although unwilling, was a necessary trade-off as a political force he supported. Now in order to get Nancy. Green this with Mike. Prince is very spy-related, and it's time to make a reasonable price.

"No problem!"

Marta. Harry's eyes lifted with a hint of urgency.

"Now?"

Colonel Picard groaned for a moment, looking at the seductive body, a little helpless.

"Will it be okay later, my dear, don't you think it will be very embarrassing to talk about it now?"

Marta. Harry didn't speak, the long ivory cigarette holder in her hand set aside, and she slowly stood up, showing off the most fatal charm of her curvaceous body in the fireplace fire.