Zhao Zhengrong opened the quilt and wrapped it around the girl's body, keeping her inside, and motioned for Zhao Ziyang to sit down.

"Smoke a cigarette?" Zhao Zhengrong threw a cigarette to Zhao Ziyang, lit it for him, and then lit one himself and started smoking.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Zhao Zhengrong was remembering and Zhao Ziyang was waiting.

"If I guessed correctly, you should be a mercenary." Zhao Zhengrong smiled at Zhao Ziyang, pointed at himself and said: "I have never been a mercenary, but the things I have done are worse than mercenaries.

Crazy. You are right. I participated in the Self-Defense Counterattack. I went to the battlefield in 1980 at the age of 16. I retreated from the China-Vietnam border in 1989. I was already a veteran of many battles at the age of 25. Then I retired from the army and went abroad to participate in the Gulf War.

, the Yugoslav Civil War, the Ethiopian War, and the Yugoslav War. He lived for more than forty years and spent most of his time on the battlefield."

Hearing Zhao Zhengrong talk about his history, Zhao Ziyang nodded. Although he had not experienced it, he knew the cruelty of the self-defense counterattack. He also knew the cruelty of the Gulf War. He also knew the madness of the wars in Yugoslavia and Ethiopia. Being able to experience such

Perhaps the only person who has survived many wars is Zhao Zhengrong. The one who can survive is the well-deserved king of the battlefield.

The skill of sniping high-speed targets in that activity was not developed in the training ground, but was forced out in the war. Indeed, he is much crazier than a mercenary, but in what capacity did he participate in so many foreign wars?

What about?

This doubt was noticed by Zhao Zhengrong. He grinned and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Our country's army does not have foreign soldiers, but there are foreign soldiers. Most of them have a foreign corps. Oh, actually, that's all.

Almost like mercenaries, but I don’t think so, hahaha..."

After all, they are still mercenaries, just like the French Foreign Legion, but Zhao Zhengrong, a veteran who has fought in self-defense and counterattack for nearly ten years, is unwilling to admit it.

"What about you now?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhengrong.

"Hey, now it's just a matter of taking care of yourself until the end of your life. Just keep your son as long as you can. Don't think about anything else. It's useless no matter how much you think about." Zhao Zhengrong had an indifferent expression on his face, but there was a sense of vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

The grief afterwards.

Seeing Zhao Zhengrong's appearance, Zhao Ziyang did not continue to ask. Although he was curious about how Zhao Zhengrong's wife died, he knew that this should be Zhao Zhengrong's biggest scar.

Mercenaries do not have a good end, and they will not end well in any case, no matter how much money they make. Every person they kill on the battlefield will be recorded, and sooner or later these dead souls will come to claim their lives. This

You have to admit it, no one who kills too much will die a good death.

In the end, he will either be killed by his enemies, or he will die in desolation.

"Why have you moved back and forth these years?" Zhao Ziyang thought for a moment and asked Zhao Zhengrong this question.

"Avoid enemies." Zhao Zhengrong quickly stated the reason. He smiled self-deprecatingly and continued to Zhao Ziyang: "The enemies I provoke are not any person or organization. The United States wants my life, and Colombia wants my life.

Italy wants my life, Spain wants my life, South Korea wants my life, anyway, there are too many people who want my life, I have to run, how can I go to so many countries with a family and a family?

ah?"

Zhao Zhengrong's enemy is the state. What kind of chaos has he caused? Zhao Ziyang's eyes were full of horror. He really couldn't imagine what the middle-aged man in front of him had done.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore." Zhao Zhengrong waved his hand and stood up and said: "You don't need to know this, mother, I can't sleep anyway, why don't you come with me to have a drink?"

"Okay!" Zhao Ziyang nodded.

Since Zhao Zhengrong didn't want to talk anymore, there was no need to say anymore. He didn't need to know the identity of the other party, and he didn't want to know. He, the lurker, couldn't be involved in too many unexpected factors at this juncture.

The two of them didn't talk about anything about mercenaries, they just drank there. It seemed that there was nothing interesting after finding the sniper. It was enough to know Zhao Zhengrong's other identity. The other party would definitely not choose to set foot in the mercenary world again.

Moreover, the lurkers cannot gather such a battlefield king for the time being, and the gain outweighs the loss.

They drank until dawn, and both of them were drunk and confused. To be honest, when meeting people in a foreign country who had similar experiences to themselves, they could only express their feelings for each other over wine. This was a typical case of people who couldn't help themselves.

Neither of them noticed that there was a pair of eyes on the second floor that had been looking at them. It was Zhao Changzheng. He had been woken up long ago and he heard the conversation between Zhao Ziyang and his father.

Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang fell on the bed and fell asleep. At this time, he didn't want to think about anything or do anything. He was exhausted physically and mentally. When he faced Zhao Zhengrong's helpless and desolate eyes, he couldn't help but

He thought of his parents at home, his classmates and comrades. He couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help himself now. He had to go on this road of no turning back until the end of his life...

Linghu quietly walked into Zhao Ziyang's room at some point, biting her lip and looking at Zhao Ziyang lying naked on the bed, with an indescribable look in her eyes. She stood there thinking, thinking about what to do.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang fell into a deep sleep. Firstly, due to the effect of alcohol, and secondly, the body's self-protection function was familiar with the smell of spirit fox and did not remind him.

Linhu held his fist tightly, walked slowly to the bed, frowned at Zhao Ziyang's clean body, and stretched out a hand to touch Zhao Ziyang. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took it back.

She is still considering whether to do this.

Gradually, Linghu's confused eyes were replaced by a firm madness. She reached out and took off her clothes, revealing her proud white body.

Taking a slight step forward, Linghu sat on the bed, slowly lay down on his back, gently rolled his body and rolled to Zhao Ziyang's side.

A slightly urgent voice came out of Linghu's nose. Her body was a mass of rose red due to tension. She didn't know where to put her hands. She clenched her fists and unclenched them to relieve herself.

state of mind.

After a long while, Linghu's eyes were fixed on Zhao Ziyang's crotch, then he turned over and leaned over, opened his mouth and took it in, letting the thing in his mouth get bigger little by little, until it expanded to the extreme, allowing

Her mouth couldn't bear it.

This feeling was so strong that Zhao Ziyang turned his body and showed a thick smile on his face. He saw Angel in his dream.

"An Qier..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out his hand to hold Linghu in his arms, kissed Linghu's body with his hot lips, and buried his head between the soft breasts.

He used his legs to spread Linghu's legs, and instinctively pushed his crotch forward, letting his body that was about to explode slip into a smooth state, doing the instinctive reaction that a mature person can do.

A wave of pain came, and Linghu's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lip and held Zhao Ziyang's arm with both hands to bear Zhao Ziyang's impact.

The tearing feeling and the feeling of a foreign object breaking into her body made her very uncomfortable, but as she sprinted faster and faster, an indescribable wonderful feeling rose from her body. Linhu opened her eyes and looked carefully.

Watch carefully how Zhao Ziyang sprints and howls. This is the whole process of human beings creating life. When this process happens to her, Linghu will never miss it. She has to feel it carefully and learn to feel it by herself.

Holy.

When the violent storm ended, Zhao Ziyang gasped and opened his eyes: This is a dream, a damn erotic dream!

But when he opened his eyes, his whole body was completely frozen, and he looked at Linghu lying under his body with his eyes open. This was not a dream, but something that really happened, but the protagonist was different from the protagonist in the dream.

It's a spirit fox!

"Heh heh heh..." Linghu chuckled, stretched out his tongue and licked the sluggish Zhao Ziyang, and said with a sense of accomplishment: "Special Forces soldier, I thought you were so strong, how come you finished it in less than half an hour?

"

The dull Zhao Ziyang really didn't know what to say. Even if he gave him tens of thousands of ideas, he never thought about what would happen between him and Linghu. Linghu was a scientific madman, and Zhao Ziyang never regarded Linghu as a woman.

Moreover, he kept a respectful distance from Linghu. This woman would draw blood no matter how hard she saw him.

Linhu stuck out his tongue again and licked Zhao Ziyang's lips, put his arms around Zhao Ziyang's neck and asked him: "Special Forces soldier, are you a virgin?"

Zhao Ziyang nodded mechanically.

"Hmm." Linghu's brown eyeballs turned upward slightly, and he muttered with a thoughtful look on his face: "A man's sperm is stronger for the first time, but the competitiveness of the sperm for the first time is too low, so the quality will be adversely affected.

Not good. Well, I should do it again. I have to let the strongest sperm combine with my eggs, so that I have a greater chance of giving birth to a baby with genetic inheritance..."

"Linghu, I, we..." Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and stammered. He really couldn't imagine that he and Linghu had done the kind of thing between men and women, and, and...

"Hehe..." Linghu laughed again. She let go of Zhao Ziyang and got out from under him. She stood naked by the window and faced Zhao Ziyang to get dressed.

"Don't worry, Angel went out shopping, she won't know. I will pay you for borrowing the seed, but the premise is that I can successfully conceive. So don't have any mental pressure, if the baby is born, it won't be yours."

It's because I paid for it."

What kind of logic is this? The logic of a scientific madman?

Linhu, who was fully dressed, came over and kissed Zhao Ziyang on the forehead, and whispered to him in his ear: "Special Forces soldier, you are actually quite strong. The time a man spends in bed is usually three to five times longer than the first time.

Times, you will have at least an hour and a half in the future. My little Angel is blessed, hehehe..."

After saying this, Linghu turned around and walked out, leaving Zhao Ziyang with a complicated face. Zhao Ziyang grabbed his hair and lay weakly on the bed, his eyes changing from time to time, one showing guilt, one showing self-blame, and the other

will be firm.
Chapter completed!