Alvin was completely unprepared for Jinna's appearance...
There was nothing suspicious about this long-legged beauty carrying out an assassination mission.
That was exactly the kind of thing the KGB did...
But she had just suffered a serious injury, and now she was heading out to kill someone. That seemed a little strange.
Face-to-face with Jinna and the gun pointed at him, Alvin abruptly realized that the bold beauty wasn't wearing anything under her miniskirt.
After gathering up the four good-looking women he'd been using as cushions, Alvin held up his hands and said to Jinna, "How about you let me take them upstairs, and we pretend we never saw each other?
I've got a mission too. Maybe we're in the same line of work..."
Alvin had already put on a mask, and he was deliberately lowering his voice. Even so, he'd aroused the suspicions of Jinna, a seasoned agent.
Jinna and the people from the Russian Security Service couldn't recognize Alvin as the Manhattan Axe because none of them had ever seen Alvin in person, let alone spoken to him.
A person's face and bearing could be changed, but speech patterns and mannerisms were difficult to correct in a short time.
That was why Ethan Hunt, whose missions were always impossibly difficult, was so good at what he did...
A latex mask wasn't high-tech, but Ethan Hunt was the only one who could use one to such astonishing effect.
Jinna frowned and stepped closer, carefully scrutinizing Alvin's masked face.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Jinna asked in a strange tone, "Do you know who the person who died in there was?"
Alvin stood up, pulling his gaze away from Jinna's wide-open miniskirt as he answered her...
Completely inexperienced, Alvin cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "I