As the command center, Hefeng 1 is not good at firepower. Its powerful detection, communication functions and personnel dispatching capabilities are the functions that a mobile command center should have. It is not necessary for observers to report to Mike the abnormal situation found on the radar. He can also hear the whistling sound of the engine coming from the ramp door. The rapid approaching noise is as eye-catching as a person shouting in the cabin.

"This is not the engine sound of the Kun-style fighter." Mike raised his head thoughtfully. He was familiar with the engine sound of the S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

"Bring your weapons and be prepared for defense."

After nearly five minutes, the engine noise disappeared, and the agent who was going out for defense returned to the command cabin with a complicated expression. Another agent followed him, half-dragged and pulled a black figure in. Everyone could smell the sour smell of the semi-digested substance. "Wanted Daisy Johnson." The agent who was walking in front frowned and said, "Do we want to notify Agent Colson?"

"No, just put her in the seat." Mike glanced at the three-dimensional map on the screen, temporarily put down the task and walked over. Even after the rest, Daisy Johnson's face was still as pale as a dead person. She lay weakly on the seat, her eyes closed, and she seemed to have no concern for her future fate. Mike asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"A black aircraft sent her over. To be precise, she was thrown down." The agent felt that he could not forget the funny scene in his future life. Just as the agents pointed their guns at the aircraft, Daisy Johnson stumbled, staggered down the ramp door of the aircraft, and then lay in front of them like a rag doll. Then the aircraft closed the door and took off straight back to the sky. "As for her... as you can see, she was airsick. The medical staff cleared her respiratory tract and gave her an injection. I suggest handcuffing her."

After watching the surveillance video in the cabin of Hefeng 1, Mike shook his head.

He recognized that aircraft. Just as S.H.E.D. has a dedicated Kun fighter jet, other organizations also have dedicated aircraft. This aircraft with thick armor and powerful firepower belongs to the Immortal City. S.H.E.D. has encountered these aircraft equipped with nuclear bombs threats. S.H.E.D.'s only anti-aircraft firepower has no choice but to face the aircraft that can fly like a missile. This agent has never participated in an alien rescue mission before. It is understandable that he did not know the Immortal City's aircraft, but Mike would never tell him about alien rescue and alien nanoparasites.

"No need, let her have a good rest," Mike said. "Wait until Agent Colson comes back and wake her up. She must have some news to let us know."

"In fact, the materials research in Immortal City is very valuable and all translated into practical products. All the pilots of assault transport boats are wearing very light flight suits, which are better than space suits in other countries. However, people who usually ride assault transport boats are either wearing power armor or genetically modified, so some issues about ordinary passengers will be ignored." Salomon was wearing sunglasses and read the document in his hand. "It seems that the magic world's thinking of ignoring customers' usage feelings has been extended to the scientific research department, or because Immortal City has no place to accept complaints at all. I think we need to customize a suit for passengers that can be put on and off quickly, which is a good way to avoid them spitting on the deck. What do you think?"

"I think we need to bask in the sun for a while before going to dinner. You've been working for five hours. Dear, it's time to relax. Don't forget that you're here for vacation, not as a slave." Beyonita crawled out of the clear water and walked up to the edge of the pool. She reached out to untied her bikini laces, and her wet swimsuit fell to the ground immediately. She shook her long wet hair without any concern and walked towards the lounge chairs under the shadow of the sun umbrella and the champagne in the ice bucket. There was no swimming pool in the manor, but after Salomon bought it, she insisted on building a new swimming pool with a heating system, so that she could enjoy the joy of swimming even in the cold weather.

“Dinah made Texas Smoked Beef Brisket, but before enjoying the delicious food…”

Salomon reached out and ticked the file, then threw the file aside.

This was completely a spontaneous behavior of his brain. He realized what was going on after he did it. He stared at his hand in surprise, but then his gaze turned to the other side involuntarily - the water surface of the wide pool reflected the orange-red sunset light, and the rippling waves were like rolling molten gold, and the silver light emitted from the lighting lamps gathered into a dreamy color. Bernita was like light gray, blood red and deep purple night mixed with nights.

The curtain came, and straddled him with water vapor all over his body. Water droplets with body temperature rolled down from the witch's skin and hit him like raindrops. She stared at the eyes of the secret mage with her light gray eyes, and her eyes were filled with strength and lust. Salomon felt her throat dry and her body temperature rose. The witch's charm swallowed him like a tsunami, and the hot thighs that were close to her waist became a fatal blow that wiped her throat.

The witch had a proud expression, holding two glasses of champagne rolling with tiny bubbles in her hand, and her cold body made the delicate thin glass wall with a layer of white frost. She knew that no one could resist her because her opponent had already surrendered. She was the queen of this battlefield, just like countless times in the past, Beyonetta could always win the first game. Although subsequent failures are inevitable, she would never be afraid of challenges. Sometimes she just needs a helper.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Until Salomon took the wine glass handed over by the witch, he felt that he was still falling in his dream.

"It's not too much to praise you, my dear, just like when we first met." He drew many paintings, and the witch was always his protagonist, but no matter what kind of brush was, he could not describe the unparalleled vigorous tension and attraction in Beunita's body. He tried his best to draw the love hot in his light gray eyes on the canvas.

"Let us enjoy the champagne first." His Adam's apple stuttered. "Maybe dinner is delayed a little. If Joan of Arc wants to complain, then let her complain--we try not to tell her."

The witch's palm was tightly pressed against his chest, and his fingertips passed from bottom to top, almost cutting the skin of his chest and abdomen. She smiled and narrowed her eyes, enjoying the control of the moment. "I want to try it in the water... don't you want to do this?"

After enjoying a perfect life, Salomon blamed himself for two seconds, and then hugged the black-haired witch and floated out of the warm water. At this moment, the night had already covered the sky, and the only lighting measure in the swimming pool was the cold lights installed around it. "I'm on vacation." - He repeatedly warned himself to avoid picking up his gun and sword after he had eaten his dinner and going to the mountains of Latovignan. Responsibility would urge him to bury his head in the documents and walk among the poor. Salomon must repeatedly tell himself that he would continue to work at a high intensity after the holiday, so as to remind himself not to over-indulge in this gentle country.

Beyonita obviously saw what he was thinking.

The witch squeezed out a smile on her exhausted face, and lazily stretched out her arm and squeezed his face.
Chapter completed!