bloom america

"Ah La La, it's already running ..."

The short white girl stood in the place where Brad hid just now.

But at this time, there is no figure here.

"No!"

After searching for a lap of 141 Special Team players, they also returned here.

They apparently found a girl wearing red dew back vests and denim trousers.

This kind of dress is in this place, but it can even be said to be illegal.

However, this girl actually appeared here.

"This lady."

A member of the 141 Special Team came here at this time.

"Well, I don't know anything, don't ask me everything."

In this way, the girl suddenly stretched out two hands, and at this time, in her hands, there were two **** ...

Nympho

Wang Shaotang!

Brad was a little surprised.

It turned out to be this man named the demon!

With a woman -like beautiful appearance, and a superhuman courage and decisive action, even a big trouble in Iran.

For such a person, Brad never thought of meeting each other, but he was at this time ... was rescued by such a person.

He wanted to shout, and wanted to escape, but ... he found that he couldn't move anymore.

Because at this time, Wang Shaotang had taken a step forward, his face was in front of Brad.

Breathing the hot breath spit out by others, for Brad. This is an experience that has never been before.

Even if he knows that his gender is "male", such a good face still makes Brad ... Heart.

That's right, he was moving.

"Your heartbeat is accelerating."

The slender and white fingers passed through his chest, then reached the abdomen, and finally below.

"It's a good man ~"

The feeling of being held, let Brad's blood spray.

It's hard to be incredible. But by such a pair of hands, Brad felt unprecedented feeling.

Girls' body is graceful, with the faces of oriental charm with Arabic traditional costumes. It makes her feel more mysterious.

He is ... Girl ...

Brad has a sense of confusion.

At this time, the girl had squatted between her legs, and then opened her pants. She started to swallow.

The moist tongue makes Brad has a strong and unspeakable stimulus.

The slippery and playful tongue made him feel like a flutter.

"No ..."

He whispered, and then spit out a bite of turbid air.

At this time, the girl had already stood up, and she also did a swallowing action.

"So ... you have enjoyed what you should enjoy, right?"

At this time, Brad came back to God.

"You ... what are you doing?!"

At this time, Brad once again thought of the person who had saved himself in the mountain forest.

Maybe ... they are the same person.

But in this sentence, Brad couldn't ask.

"I think. You probably know the existence of the song of the sky?"

The other party put on a robe.

This is a robe that even covers the eyes. At the beginning, the other party escaped with Brad.

At that time, in the eyes of Brad, the other party was like a black angel.

But... at this moment, in Brad's eyes, the other party has turned into a black ghost...

"You...really do it for that thing too?"

I should have known this a long time ago, this is a devil!

But...if it was really this devil who saved me in the first place...it might be that I can't...

etc!

Brad's whole body was shaken, and he felt a sense of fear.

This guy...is a man!

…

Area d.

"The first-level alert has been lifted, but without Song of the Sky, we would not be able to destroy the second layer of defense - in fact, unless it is a nuclear bomb, I think there is probably nothing that can destroy it."

Anushka Sharma looked at the hateful bald man in front of her with dissatisfaction.

"Yuri, it seems that now I need you to make a trip in person."

Zakayev looked at the door in front of him, but couldn't help but frowned.

"This is our opportunity. Before they open the Song of the Sky, we must first open the Song of the Sky..."

Only the Song of the Sky can open the final door and call for the most powerful weapons.

"OK."

The bald man named "Yuri" glanced at the woman named Anushka Sharma, and then left.

"Why hasn't there been any movement from Mithril? It would be too strange if they didn't come forward on this matter."

Makarov felt a little uneasy.

"Song of the Sky is just a key. If you give me enough time, I can configure a new key."

The skin of the woman named Shama is a healthy wheat color. She has the style of a traditional Indian woman and the charm of a modern intellectual woman.

"You also said...it's time, but we don't have much time. We can only support it for 24 hours at most."

Zakayev looked back at the locked door.

Yes, time.

They finally achieved this step, but what they lacked... was time!

"The damage of the nuclear bomb may not be much, but in this case, our actions will become meaningless. What is inside is what we need..."

…

Mason took a bite of the energy bar.

One bite of this high-density food can sustain a person's energy for a day.

“Tastes very good.”

Mason nodded.

"But you've already eaten $20 in just one bite, Mason."

Woods complained next to him.

"But it can always be reimbursed."

Mason looked at his CIA sign.

"At least the CIA still has some role to play."

Well, at least I can reimburse myself for food and drink.

This kind of energy bar is called that...that...oh, by the way, it's the one that's cut into something...cake. The price is very high, but it can support one person's activities.

At least Mason feels good.

"We just received a report from Sergeant Foley. They were attacked by the enemy. Now they have completely collapsed. The troops are scattered. There is no way to organize an effective counterattack."

Captain Hudson's inappropriate voice came over.

"The situation is worse than we thought. But... what exactly is Sky Song?"

Mason couldn't help but ask again.

"It's just an unfinished product. Nothing important."

Hudson obviously knew something, but he didn't seem to want to tell Mason and them.

"When the time comes, you will know what it is. But the most important thing for us now...is to keep it secret."

"Is this mission so mysterious?"

Mason shrugged.

If it weren't for the fact that they happened to be on a mission in the Middle East at this time, they would never have been found.

"If I told you that this matter is related to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you might have another idea."

"You mean the one from Yemen?" Woods, who was driving, couldn't help but turn his head.

"Click."

Mason took another bite of the energy bar.

"Now it's $40."

Hudson glanced at Mason.

"..." Mason silently put down the energy bar, then took out the gun as if nothing had happened and began to wipe it.

Hudson turned around and continued: "The Sandman Squad will also cooperate with us in subsequent operations. In this regard, I think we should respect the fine traditions of the Sandman Squad."

"Sandman Squad? It's actually them? Hey, what about our Captain America - Mr. Sean Conte? Also, what is the fine tradition of Sandman Squad?" Mason asked again.

"Sean is in Iraq right now and can't come over. As for the fine tradition of the Sandman Team...that is, never let Sergeant Frost speak at a critical moment."

Not letting Sergeant Frost speak?

What kind of fine tradition is this?

"Click." Mason couldn't help but take another bite of the energy bar.

Woods and Hudson both looked at Mason.

"...Okay, I know, now...it's $60."

…

Maurica Le Porve. Or, at least, she used to be called that. But now, this girl is called Fatima.

As a female reporter for Saudi TV, Fatima was once a top student in France. However, her life began to change after her father converted.

Fatima was born in a small town in France called Saint-Sebastien. Before she was 12 years old, she lived an ordinary and happy life, like other French girls.

Until she was 12 years old, her mother died in a car accident.

Fatima's father was originally a strict Catholic. He fell into deep sorrow and could not extricate himself. As a result, his attitude towards God and the church completely changed. At that time, he met a man named Aha

A man from Med - a Saudi business partner - introduced another religion to her father. Fatima's father's faith changed. His hatred of Christ made him convert his original faith, just like

Many other converts in general.

When Fatima was 15 years old, she followed her father to Saudi Arabia. However, having to live like an Arab woman made Fatima feel uncomfortable.

The yearning for romance is something that Arabs cannot understand for this French girl.

It was only her love for her father that prevented her from betraying him, and her yearning for romance and freedom made her become a reporter.

Just like it is now.

Wearing a burqa that she would never wear in France, Fatima had just finished the interview and was preparing to go back.

Fatima originally didn't like this kind of dress, but her father said...he hoped that only he could appreciate her beauty. This sentence made Fatima obediently obey.

This seemed to be an ordinary day like every other day. Then, when gunfire broke out in Khobar City and the police began to rush towards their target, as a reporter, Fatima immediately realized that there seemed to be important news to be

appeared.

An important piece of information that seems to be very exciting. (To be continued...)

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