"From now on, you follow me, and don't worry, anyone who dares to mess with you is messing with me," Ethan Hunt said passionately.
But he had two more sentences he hadn't finished yet.
Anyone who messes with me is messing with the boss!
Anyone who messes with me is messing with hundreds of thousands of troops of the Northern Mexican Army.
Penelope Kennedy smiled, holding him like a little kitten.
Ethan Hunt looked out the window at the light rain, his face bitter.
F***!
Men who can't control their lower half really do suffer.
No, I must report this to the General.
We will face this together.
Truly a good subordinate of Victor.
Didn't think about him during the f***, but now, when it's time to take responsibility, thinking about himself.
Ethan Hunt didn't feel embarrassed at all.
I've bled for the Party!
And...
This woman might be useful to the Northern Army?
He looked down at Penelope Kennedy, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light.
Ah...
