Ten days later.

Captain... Mengzi... Lao Xu... Big Tou!

"Roar!..." Zhao Ziyang roared and used all his strength to open his eyes.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and the scene in Lop Nur flashed through his mind clearly again: top secret mission, comrades who died tragically...

"Huhu..." Zhao Ziyang gasped, trying to calm down his emotions, and then he realized that he was firmly restrained on the bed.

The room is still the same one I woke up from last time, full of white and cold equipment, ward? Laboratory?

"Awake? How do you feel?" A spirit fox with smooth blond hair came over and looked at Zhao Ziyang who had woken up with a smile.

Zhao Ziyang said nothing and stared at Linghu with a cold look in his eyes.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Zhao Ziyang shook his body slightly and used his body movements to remind Linghu.

"Oh, sorry, let me untie you." Linghu playfully stuck out his little tongue, and while untying Zhao Ziyang, he said to him: "Little white mouse, oh no, you can't smash my laboratory anymore.

I made all these instruments myself, and I can’t buy them even if I have money.”

Zhao Ziyang, whose body was free, jumped down from the hospital bed and gently stretched his arms to adapt to cover up his thoughts at this time. He didn't know who these people were, but he knew the terror of the woman in front of him.

.The vigilance in my heart became more and more intense, and I breathed carefully, fearing that I would smell something strange from this woman again.

However, Linghu didn't seem to pay attention to Zhao Ziyang's movements and expressions. She looked at Zhao Ziyang with a smile on her face, seeming to be very interested in him.

"What's your name?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang.

"My name is..." Zhao Ziyang, who was wary in his heart, paused for a moment, then stared into the other person's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Special Forces!"

"Special Forces?" Linghu curled his lips and said to Zhao Ziyang in a cute way: "My name is Linghu. I'm not good at fighting. I have a doctorate degree in chemistry and geology from Oxford University. By the way, I will be a military doctor."

Zhao Ziyang nodded and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. He knew that his life was not in danger for the time being. If the other party wanted to kill him, they would never bother to revive him.

"Did you save me?" Zhao Ziyang asked, casting his eyes on Linghu's beautiful cheek.

"Yes, we saved you." Linghu smiled and said to him: "We were just about to snipe our old rival, and then we rescued you."

A trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, wondering what could be behind this incident. He did not believe that it would be such a coincidence.

"Who ambushed us?" Zhao Ziyang then asked Linghu.

Linhu threw him an armband casually.

Zhao Ziyang took the armband and recognized at a glance that the symbol on it was exactly what he saw as the enemy's symbol: an inverted V inlaid with a rhombus.

Zhao Ziyang held the armband and looked at it for a while, and then saw the eagle head logo on the spirit fox, and then nodded, the hostility in his heart dissipated a little. But the dissipation of the hostility did not make him less vigilant, on the contrary, it became more vigilant.

, he didn't think that such a mercenary would be kind enough to save him, he must have his own purpose.

"Hehe." Linghu showed a cute smile, pointed in one direction and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You can take a good bath and change clothes there, and then have a delicious meal of caviar and squid, a specialty of the Gold Coast.

Bread, and then I will take you to see our leader."

"Yeah." Zhao Ziyang interrupted his thoughts and strode towards the direction pointed by Linghu.

Looking at Zhao Ziyang who went in to take a shower, Linghu pursed her lips and muttered: "Am I not good-looking? Humph, I looked at him with cold eyes! Orientals are really weird, don't they like charming blond hair?

Girl?"

Zhao Ziyang, who went in to take a shower, let the hot water wash over his body, stared at himself in the mirror, tried his best to smile, and said to himself: Zhao Ziyang, no matter what, you have to live, you must live! Only by living can there be hope, revenge.

hope.

After taking a shower, Zhao Ziyang put on a camouflage uniform and followed Linghu outside to a spacious hall.

This hall is very spacious, approximately thousands of square meters by visual inspection, with several large chandeliers hanging nearly 20 meters above the ground, and the surrounding European-style decorated walls exude a soft light. In addition, there are floor lamps under the floor.

, illuminating the hall brilliantly.

In the center is a pond with a rockery, which looks like the lobby of a luxury hotel. However, no one is fishing in the hotel's pond, and on the edge of the pond squats a big man dressed in cowboy clothes and fishing with a fishing rod.

Looking up and scanning around, Zhao Ziyang saw that several people in the hall were busy with their own affairs, and there was no movement due to his appearance.

"Have you seen that woman?" Linghu pointed at a person wearing combat uniforms and playing with guns in his hands and introduced to Zhao Ziyang: "Pandora, a killing machine from the American Women's Special Forces, was once owned by the American Remington Company.

Chief firearms consultant, director of Northrop Grumman's cutting-edge laboratories, but now our firearms modifier."

Zhao Ziyang's eyes were attracted, and he walked towards Pandora, quietly watching the other party collect the barrel of a gun in his hand.

"The 7.62X54R carbon-16 titanium steel pulse gun barrel pursues its excellent lethality to the greatest extent. The gun bore is hand-cut with a single-point hook to increase accuracy. Then a tungsten carbide tipless warhead-shaped top cone is used to squeeze the gun bore.

The inner diameter is slightly increased, the surface metal density of the inner wall of the bore is increased, and the hardness is increased, which exponentially extends the life of the barrel. The rifle is set to 1:7 twist pitch and 5.72 twist to maximize the stability of the warhead, but the rate of fire will be reduced.

Decrease. But it doesn't matter. You can increase the rate of fire by modifying the needle and trigger." Pandora squinted her eyes and took a closer look at the rifling of the barrel in her hand, and then quickly assembled an M-4A1.

"It's for you." Pandora raised her head, gave Zhao Ziyang a sunny look, and threw the modified rifle to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang stretched out his hand to take the rifle, and his eyes fell on Pandora's neck. He saw a ferocious red line on the other side's throat, which was caused by cutting the throat with a saber.

"Does it look good?" Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang again, stretched out her hand to touch the wound on her neck and said, "I think this is my most beautiful decoration."

Suddenly, a cold feeling rose from the soles of Zhao Ziyang's feet. He felt that this Pandora was not the bright and sunny person on the surface at all, but a woman with a cold heart. Although the other person's eyes were smiling, the smile deep down could not be dispelled.

of loneliness.

"Thank you." Zhao Ziyang raised the gun in his hand, showed a friendly smile to Pandora, and said to her sincerely: "I think you should stand under the sun, this place is not suitable for you."

"Thank you." Pandora smiled at Zhao Ziyang, got up and walked out of the hall.

Looking at Pandora's back, Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu: "What is she going to do? Bask in the sun?"

"No." Linghu's eyes showed a complicated look, and he whispered to Zhao Ziyang: "You have stimulated her, and she is going to kill someone."

Zhao Ziyang was stunned, but before he could figure it out, he was grabbed by Linghu and continued to move forward.

"Chinese?" A big man in a cowboy suit squatting in a pond fishing squinted his eyes and hummed disdainfully.

Zhao Ziyang ignored the other person's disdain. He saw the American flag tattoo on the other person's arm.

This is an American, and a patriotic American, but very unfriendly.

"This is Swart, a former member of the anti-terrorism team in Los Angeles, who was on vacation in a federal prison in the United States before coming here." Linghu said to Zhao Ziyang, pulling him forward and reminding him: "Actually, Swart is a Yankee.

That’s true, but I always like to pry into people’s thoughts and publish them to the world, which is a bit naughty.”

Seeing Linghu pulling Zhao Ziyang away from him as if avoiding the plague, Swart turned his disdainful eyes away from Zhao Ziyang and hummed: "Chinese? What kind of monsters and monsters can come in here?"

."

A girl with fiery red hair, she did not show the disdainful gaze of Swart, but looked at Zhao Ziyang with interest.

"Handsome, I'm so happy to see you. I think we can have a candlelight dinner together, and then sit on the roof and count the stars and chat. What do you think of this idea?" The girl played with a thin knife in her hand.

, the knife rotated flexibly between her fingers, emitting bursts of cold light.

"Mandala, this is my person!" Linhu glared at the red-haired girl and warned her.

"Linghu, why are you so excited? Don't worry, I won't touch your baby." Mandala smiled at Linghu, flipped his wrist, held the knife between his two slender fingers and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Handsome boy,

I'm waiting for you."

Zhao Ziyang stared at the knife in the opponent's hand, and his heart trembled. If he saw it correctly, the knife in the opponent's hand should have been made according to the Lingchi punishment in ancient times. The blade was three inches long, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. No blood could be seen when cutting flesh.

"Mandala, her hobby is..."

"Punishment." Zhao Ziyang said, his eyes looking at Mandala full of vigilance.

Women who play Lingchi are not only crazy, but also perverted.

"Fuck!" In a far corner, Omo stood up and stretched out his right middle finger towards Zhao Ziyang, making a very insulting gesture.

"Humph!" Zhao Ziyang snorted coldly and looked away.

Insults to oneself always have to be repaid, but not now.

"How is your recovery going?" A middle-aged European man came over and asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, his eyes falling on half of the European man's weathered cheeks: the right side of his face was full of pits and pits, the result of being hit by shotguns.

"This is the regiment leader Black Eagle." Linghu introduced Zhao Ziyang, then pointed at Zhao Ziyang and said to Black Eagle: "Special Forces."

"Hello." Black Eagle extended his right hand to Zhao Ziyang in a friendly manner.

"Hello." Zhao Ziyang held Black Eagle's hand and felt the calluses in his palm.

Obviously, this is caused by holding a gun frequently, and it happens after holding a gun every day for decades.

"You guys chat, I have something else to do, hehe..." Linghu smiled at the two of them, turned around and walked towards his laboratory.

"What would you like to drink?" Black Eagle pointed at the drinks on the table in front of him and invited Zhao Ziyang.

"Thank you, no need." Zhao Ziyang refused.

"Hahaha, it's not a good sign for a man not to drink. But your English is very good, very American."

"Compulsory courses for the army." Zhao Ziyang said simply, and walked side by side to the table with Black Eagle and sat down.
Chapter completed!