The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The night in Honolulu is quiet and beautiful, especially on the beach. All the tourists seem unwilling to break this kind of romance that rises from the bottom of their hearts, and they even use whispers when talking.Some tourists simply rent a tent on the beach to sleep outside and enjoy the sound of the sea.

"Boom", the sound of the explosion broke Ning Xin here, and some tourists stuck their heads out in surprise and looked towards the easternmost corner of the beach.

The sound came from the hotel there, and it was accompanied by a fire.

The patrolman in charge of beach security immediately rushed here to inquire about the situation, but after seeing what happened here, he immediately chose to take advantage of the darkness to walk away.

The Lurkers and the Armed Forces of God were able to settle here temporarily, and they must have their own abilities.Perhaps the Armed Forces of God had already broken into the local police station, or perhaps these patrolmen accepted their bribes, or maybe these patrolmen were simply their peripheral members.

There is darkness everywhere, and there is betrayal everywhere, as long as the interests are enough.

"Little wild cat, what are you doing?" Dao Feng came out in a panic, with ketchup still hanging on his face.

When he was cooking food in the microwave, there was a sudden explosion, the kitchen was blown in half, and ketchup was splashed everywhere, which looked exactly like blood.

"Traitor!" The little wild cat said with disdain, holding a long sword, "I didn't want to do anything to you. If I wanted to do something to you, would you still be alive? With your level, I would Sister Wildcat really doesn't see enough in her eyes."

Dao Feng knew that he was provoked by the little wild cat to retaliate again, but he could only helplessly shrug his shoulders, go back into the villa to take a bath, and then lie on the bed and drink heavily.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for that dumb and crippled Zhao Ziyang protecting you, I would have killed you long ago." The little wild cat wrinkled its nose with a very unhappy expression.

"What did you do?" The goddess' voice sounded from behind.

"That's right, I did it, you want to sue?" The little wild cat pouted, staring at the goddess' chest, with an envious expression in his eyes.

"Ten thousand dollars." The goddess uttered a sentence coldly, turned and walked away.

"Huh!" Little Wild Cat snorted heavily, and said disdainfully, "Ten thousand is ten thousand, let you work hard to enlarge your breasts, and sooner or later you will become two big basketballs."

The little wild cat doesn't like the goddess, the reason is that whenever he sees the figure of the goddess, he will have a sense of inferiority.Although her development is also very good, it is a pity that she is not worth mentioning compared with the goddess.

The little wild cat holding the sword swayed leisurely back and forth, humming a little song and sneaking into the woods north of the villa.

The turmoil of the explosion soon passed, and the fire extinguishing device that came with the villa put out the flames, and the beach once again fell into tranquility.

Zhao Ziyang, who was sleeping on the sofa, was awakened by the explosion, and immediately realized that the unwilling little wild cat was harassing Daofeng.But he didn't want to go out to stop it. Although the little wild cat was stubborn, he was still very measured.

Angel, who was wearing pajamas, came out, gently closed the bedroom door, and squeezed onto the sofa where Zhao Ziyang slept.The sofa is not big, so it becomes very crowded when it is squeezed over, and the two of them can only hug each other sideways.

Zhao Ziyang, who was holding Angel in his arms, found the other's lips, kissed her deeply, and moved one hand back and forth in Angel's pajamas, taking off her pajamas.

Now An Qier is full of desires, and almost every day has to tyrannize with Zhao Ziyang.In the past, Zhao Ziyang was usually on top, but now An Qier is usually on top, after all, Zhao Ziyang's physical condition is there.

For Angel's super strong desire, Zhao Ziyang will definitely choose to satisfy it, because he knows what Angel wants, especially after Linghu's belly has changed like this, her desire to get that thing has become even stronger.

The bodies of the two gradually became hot, and An Qier pulled off Zhao Ziyang's pajamas almost arbitrarily, pressed him on the sofa and rode on it.

In the dark, Zhao Ziyang pointed to the bedroom door.

"It's okay, Luca is sleeping very deeply now, the sound just now couldn't wake her up." An Qier put her arms around Zhao Ziyang, whispered in his ear, and sat heavily on Zhao Ziyang's body.

As they sat down, the two voices made satisfying sounds at the same time, and then they lowered their voices and bonded together until Zhao Ziyang sprayed all the seeds of life into Angel's body.

Satisfied, Angel hugged Zhao Ziyang tightly, and kept whispering in Zhao Ziyang's ear: "Yang, give me a child, I want a child that belongs to us."

Zhao Ziyang put his right hand around Angel's waist, kissed her snow-white neck lightly, and stared at the ceiling with eyes full of helplessness and loss.

"Am I a little hen that can't lay eggs?" Angel suddenly asked very seriously.

"Huh?" Zhao Ziyang was taken aback for a moment, amused by An Qier's words, and couldn't help biting his neck moderately.

"I hate it." An Qier wrinkled her nose, retracted her face a little, stared at Zhao Ziyang in the darkness and said, "Yang, we have nowhere to go, right?"

Zhao Ziyang, who couldn't speak, nodded, but shook his head quickly. He wanted to express, but he couldn't speak.

"Don't reassure me, I know we have no other way to go." An Qier rubbed her cheek against Zhao Ziyang's and whispered, "We have to fight to the end, and I will accompany you until the end."

Hearing these words, Zhao Ziyang felt sour in his heart, and even a tear flowed from the corner of his eyes.

There is no need for him to comfort Angel, she understands everything, betraying the family is for him, and fighting until now is also for him.In fact, An Qier had long felt that this kind of life was tiring, and she just wanted to stay with him, Zhao Ziyang, and now she couldn't stop.Hatred cannot be forgotten, they can only go deeper and further under the whip of hatred, and cannot turn back, unless they can live to the last moment.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Angel didn't go back to her bedroom to rest until early morning, but Zhao Ziyang couldn't fall asleep.His mind was in a mess, wondering if he could give up and take Angel and Linghu out of this environment together.But after much deliberation, he felt that it was impossible, otherwise he would lose himself and everything.

Hatred is no longer so important to him, from the moment he saw Linghu's belly.There is a little life conceived there, a little life that wants to call his father, but...

The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes, and Zhao Ziyang, who couldn't sleep, smoked one cigarette after another. His mind was in a mess, and his whole body was in a mess. He thought of the child in Linghu's stomach, Omo, whom he had punched to death, and his dead brothers.

The bedroom door opened silently from the inside, Zhao Ziyang turned his head to look, and saw Linghu groping towards the sofa in the dark.

Seeing Linghu, Zhao Ziyang quickly got up from the sofa, limped over to support Linghu, sniffed hard, told Linghu that the place smelled of smoke, and let him in.

"It's okay." Linghu whispered: "The baby has already formed, so the damage won't be too great."

Looking at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

"I can't sleep." Seeing Zhao Ziyang's movements, Linghu pointed at his belly and whispered, "The baby kicked me, and I hurt, so I can't sleep. I want to chat with you."

With a smile on Zhao Ziyang's face, he carefully helped Linghu to the sofa to finish, after thinking for a while, he helped Linghu to the yard, and limped out the blanket to cover Linghu.

"Hey..." Zhao Ziyang laughed, and now he could only make these monosyllabic sounds with his throat.

"What are you laughing at, it's so ugly." Linghu glared at Zhao Ziyang, and said very seriously: "Special soldier, I want to have a good talk with you."

Zhao Ziyang nodded vigorously, half lying down, squinting his eyes, and put his ears on Linghu's belly separated by a layer of blanket, very happy.

Originally, Linghu wanted to refuse, but seeing Zhao Ziyang's appearance, he couldn't bear it, so he had to make him listen so hard.

"Special soldier, let me tell you very seriously: this child belongs to me, not yours, do you understand?" With a serious face, Linghu clarified to Zhao Ziyang who this child belonged to.

But Zhao Ziyang didn't mind at all, he still listened happily to his child pedaling restlessly inside, as if the little guy knew his father was listening to him, so he could make a little movement.

"Ouch...kicked me again, ouch..." Linghu frowned, but his eyes were full of relief.

Zhao Ziyang stood up, pointed at his crotch, stretched out his index finger to draw out the spout of the teapot, and nodded vigorously.

"How do you know it's a boy?" Linghu glared at Zhao Ziyang angrily.

After hearing Linghu's question, Zhao Ziyang thrust his hips forward roguely, patted his chest, and raised his head proudly.His meaning is obvious: Lao Tzu's baby is of course a boy with handles!

"I declare again that this child is mine and has nothing to do with you!" Linghu let out a low growl, as if afraid that Zhao Ziyang would snatch the child away.

Zhao Ziyang smiled, pointed at Linghu, then at himself, and finally pointed at Linghu's belly.

"Bastard!" Linghu became angry, and threw the blanket towards Zhao Ziyang with his hands.

But Zhao Ziyang did one thing. He stretched out his right arm around Linghu's neck, and kissed Linghu's mouth deeply.

"Muh..." The gagged Linghu made a murmuring sound, but soon there was only heavy breathing left.

"Bastard." Linghu pushed Zhao Ziyang away forcefully, cursing.

"Hey hey..." Zhao Ziyang was still smirking, lovingly stroking Linghu's hair.

Linghu didn't refuse, and let Zhao Ziyang caress.

"Yang, what should I do if you all die?" Linghu suddenly became extremely sad, and firmly grasped Zhao Ziyang's trembling left hand.

Zhao Ziyang kissed Linghu on the forehead, tore off his soldier deck, and solemnly handed it over to Linghu.

Linghu's expression changed, and he dropped the deck of cards to the ground with a trembling hand.

The main card is inseparable until death, and the second card is brought to the family. Once separated, it means death.

"No, woo woo..." Linghu hugged Zhao Ziyang's arm and cried softly.

Seeing Linghu crying, Zhao Ziyang kept shaking his head. He kissed Linghu's tears away, pointed to Linghu's belly, opened the deck to reveal the interlayer inside, put it back together, and tore off Linghu's soldiers. The cards are put on top, and at the same time, take off the deck and bring it on your own.

Linghu wanted to say something, but Zhao Ziyang covered his mouth.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziyang hurriedly ran towards the house, and when he came out, he motioned for Linghu to stretch out his palm.

A ring appeared in Zhao Ziyang's hand, and then Zhao Ziyang put it on for Linghu, showing a silly smile.

"Bastard!" Linghu scolded Zhao Ziyang, got up and walked towards the bedroom awkwardly.

However, the ring was not taken off, and it was even protected with the other hand.Linghu didn't refuse, and she couldn't refuse, or she was looking forward to it from the beginning.