Zhao Ziyang, who drove into the hotel, hugged Angel tightly in his arms as soon as he entered the room. He searched for Angel's softness with his lips and roughly tore Angel's clothes off. The two of them rolled down on the bed naked and began to

Contact without any barriers.

Angel's cold body responded fiercely, giving Zhao Ziyang all the heat he had accumulated over the past twenty years. He kept asking and rolling, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of heavy and ecstatic breathing.

The mercenaries in the station crowded into Seth's room and watched eagerly as Seth used a broken computer to hack into the satellite and record another battle between Zhao Ziyang and An Qier.

"Invasion! Locate!"

Seth's face was full of excitement, and he issued commands on the keyboard with both hands. Following his commands, a map of Africa appeared on the screen, then zoomed out to Libya, and finally locked the hotel room where Zhao Ziyang and Angel were staying.

This series of actions is completely based on the soldier tags worn by Zhao Ziyang and An Qier. Through the soldier tags, satellites can be used for positioning and searching.

In fact, this kind of satellite positioning high-definition picture cannot capture a coherent picture, and can only show two processed figures on the computer screen. But this is enough, enough to relieve these guys' boredom.

They wanted to know what posture Zhao Ziyang and An Qier used to fight, whether it was the traditional man on top and the woman on the bottom, or whether they were riding on each other like puppies.

"Hey, something's wrong!" Seth blinked and looked at the screen with no figure at all and made a puzzled sound.

"Hey, Seth, are you okay? If not, don't waste everyone's time." A mercenary made an anxious and dissatisfied voice.

"Give me a little more time. Just a little more time. Please believe in the genius Seth."

Repositioning to obtain high-definition pictures, completing the perspective floor, and obtaining and processing images. But after working for a long time, Seth still couldn't find Zhao Ziyang and An Qier, which made him feel something was wrong.

At this time, a figure who was obviously a man appeared on the video screen. This figure stood there with his hands under his lower abdomen. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was peeing.

"It's out, it's out, this is the boss, it's absolutely right, I still remember the way he peeed." Omo, whose face was covered with dried blood, shouted excitedly, pointing at Zhao Ziyang's peeing action and loudly said: "

The boss said, this is called pissing in the wind."

Everyone's interest was immediately aroused, but they were not interested in Zhao Ziyang, they were interested in An Qier.

On the screen, Zhao Ziyang was leisurely walking to the toilet, took two steps back, slapped his crotch hard, turned around and disappeared.

"Asshole!" Seth cursed angrily, reached out and slapped the keyboard hard and shouted dissatisfied: "How can the damn special forces put the soldier card in the bathroom? This is an insult to a soldier's identity and a threat to our lurking.

If you don't insult someone, you must teach him a lesson and give him some color."

There was a pop, the computer screen went black, and the connection was interrupted.

"Seth, I support you to challenge the boss in a one-on-one fight. It just so happens that you two are both lunatics, hehehehe..." Daofeng raised his eyebrows at Seth and hooked him up to find Zhao Ziyang to argue.

"Hmph, don't think I don't dare!" Seth squeezed his steel hands aggressively, trying to expand his few muscles.

"Idiot." Pandora spat out two words at Seth and turned around and walked out.

The other mercenaries also left Seth's room indifferently, and no one said a word to help him.

"A bunch of bastards!" Seth cursed dissatisfiedly, sitting in front of the computer in a depressed manner.

"Hehehehe..." The little wild cat at the back showed a sweet smile to Seth. She jumped up to Seth, tilted her head and asked Seth: "Iron Hand, who is the lurker now?"

long?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Captain Angel."

"Then who is Captain Angel sleeping with now?"

"Special Forces."

"Then let me ask you again, who is the leader of the lurkers?"

"Well..." Seth hesitated and fell silent.

Obviously, the lurker is the master of the special forces. Even the regiment commander was destroyed by this damn special soldier. If he is not the master, who else can be the master?

"Hee hee hee..." The little wild cat smiled slyly, and after the laughter faded, he said loudly: "Seth, you are finished. He has already known about your spying on Zhao Ziyang. Let me tell you, he just played

I don’t know how many people are scared when playing Russian Roulette!”

"This, this, this question..."

"Hehehe..." The little wild cat smiled again and whispered to Seth: "Don't worry, I will help you if no one helps you, but you have to give me some benefits, right?"

After a while, the little wild cat hummed a tune and returned to his room with satisfaction...

Zhao Ziyang and Angel were lying on the bed quietly hugging each other in the hotel. Angel, who was usually as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, curled up and lay on Zhao Ziyang's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her eyes closed gently, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly with the nerves of her eyelids.

, half of the soft hair was scattered on Zhao Ziyang's body, and half was draped on the bed.

Maybe this is the first time in her life that Angel has shown such a carefree look. In the future, she will only show this look in front of this man. Now she is not a noble, nor a mercenary leader, but

Just a man's woman.

"Angel, I want to tell you something." Zhao Ziyang decided to tell Angel about his relationship with Linghu.

Originally, he should have said this to Angel as soon as he entered the hotel, but at that time he was in an almost violent state. This was the sequelae of playing Russian roulette for the first time, excitement, excitement, panic, satisfaction, hallucinations... just like that.

Just like the popular death games, it is full of pleasure that is more comfortable than taking drugs.

The first shot, the first shot, Zhao Ziyang had no idea whether he would blow his head off. It was a real life-and-death bet with him. The second shot, he was not sure whether he could go as smoothly as the first time.

You are still betting on yourself.

As for the next few shots, he could clearly sense whether the needle was facing the primer of the bullet. This was an indescribable feeling. It was a good thing, and maybe a bad thing, that his perceptual ability was once again strengthened.

"No, you don't need to say anything, I know everything." An Qier covered Zhao Ziyang's mouth to prevent him from continuing.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Ziyang spat out the words "I'm sorry."

When he said these three words, all Zhao Ziyang's madness, confidence and arrogance disappeared without a trace. It seemed that he was just an ordinary man now, a man who would say sorry to women.

"My man shouldn't say sorry." Angel opened her eyes and said to Zhao Ziyang calmly and seriously: "None of us know when each other will die. We all know that the final result will be death on the battlefield. Maybe next time

You will see the other party’s body in a moment…”

Zhao Ziyang was silent. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit the truth of An Qier's words. They didn't know when they would die, and they didn't know when they would watch each other's heads being pierced. So everything was nothing.

The problem is, as long as they can live, it is the greatest comfort to both parties.

People have to learn to cherish, because when they die, there really is nothing left.

"Positive."

"Um?"

"It's okay." An Qier smiled sweetly and continued to lie quietly on Zhao Ziyang's body.

Feeling Angel's softness, Zhao Ziyang thought about what happened with Linghu that day. The more he thought about it, the more sorry he felt for Angel. However, the feeling at this moment was not as strong as before. That Russian roulette made him cross the path of death.

Such an insurmountable limit has been reached.

No one knows when someone will die, all we can do is cherish it...

"Linghu and I..."

Suddenly, Zhao Ziyang noticed that Angel's face had completely changed and she had become extremely angry. Her blue eyes were burning with blazing anger, and her anger was mixed with indescribable sadness.

With a "pop" sound, Angel pinched Zhao Ziyang's neck, growled and asked: "What happened to you and Linghu?"

In fact, Angel already knew the answer. She was a smart woman. It turned out that what Zhao Ziyang wanted to tell him was about him and Linghu, not about shooting him in Gambia.

"I'm going to kill you!" Angel roared, with murderous intent in his eyes.

This is bullying, this is betrayal, and cheating must be punished, so let him die.

Zhao Ziyang, whose neck was pinched by An Qier, couldn't use any force at all. Being restrained by someone like An Qier, he basically couldn't react. The most important thing is that his legs were strangled the moment Angel pinched his neck.

Hold on, your waist is being pushed to death and you can't exert any strength at all.

With a "pop" sound, the cup on the bedside was smashed by Angel, and a sharp blade pressed against the main artery of Zhao Ziyang's neck, stabbing inward mercilessly.

The blood surged out as the sharp blade of the glass penetrated deep, flowing down Zhao Ziyang's neck, flowing through his neck, and converging on a gun scar on his chest.

This gunshot wound was inflicted on him by Angel. It never healed and he didn’t know what the reason was.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang's eyes bulged outward due to lack of oxygen, and the veins on his cheeks bulged high, showing the pain of lack of oxygen. The piece of glass had penetrated deep into the aorta of his neck, and if it moved forward a little further, the aorta would be cut off.

If he cuts it open, even the gods will not be able to save him.

At the most critical moment, Zhao Ziyang felt his neck loosen, and Angel let go of him. Before he could take a breath, Angel pinched the back of his neck again and violently pushed against the wall.

"Bang!" A big blood flower bloomed on the snow-white wall, and Zhao Ziyang covered his face and groaned in pain.

He could feel from the pain in his nose and mouth that Angel really didn't hold back, she was just treating him like an enemy and wanted to kill him. But Angel held back again, otherwise his throat would have been cut.

"You bastard man, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will definitely kill you!" Angel, full of murderous intent, kept the angel's heart on Zhao Ziyang, put on his clothes, looked at the gunshot wound on Zhao Ziyang's chest, kicked the door and left.

go out.

Zhao Ziyang, whose face was covered in blood, couldn't stop him, and he didn't want to. Anyone who encountered this situation would have an overreaction, let alone the proud An Qier.

For the first time, Zhao Ziyang felt that he was a failed man. He would never be the kind of man with strong possessiveness.

The relationship between men and women is his weakness. He doesn't know how to deal with the relationship between Angel and Linghu, so he defines himself: a bastard!
Chapter completed!