Special beauty hunter

In the barracks of the French Foreign Legion, two sturdy soldiers were cleaning their rifles, every part, over and over again. This was their last day in the Foreign Legion.

"Black Panther, have you really decided to go to Africa?"

"Mountain Eagle, I have decided." Black Panther's eyes were filled with unruliness.

"Have you forgotten our oath!" Shan Ying neatly assembled his rifle.

"I like war, I like the army, I can't live a day without staying in the army."

"But that's not the army, it's a professional killer."

"It's all the same to me."

"Black Panther, you have gone too far."

"That's the life I want."

"Black Panther, don't forget, we have been together through life and death!" With a clatter, the mountain eagle aimed its rifle at the Black Panther, "No matter where you go, but don't go to China! Otherwise we can only meet with guns."

The Black Panther watched the mountain eagle's back disappear from his sight, and slowly assembled his rifle.

"Shan Ying, you will be discharged from the army tomorrow, what are your next plans?" William from England sat down next to Shan Ying, "Shan Ying, what's wrong with you? You look solemn, not like you!" William was very surprised.

, today's Shanying has a solemn expression. Usually this guy has a playful and smiling face. I have never seen him with such an expression even on the battlefield.

"Go back to China." Shan Ying chuckled, but he really couldn't be happy. Black Panther's decision made him feel very complicated.

"Aren't you going to be a soldier? You are the strongest in our foreign corps. What a pity!" William felt a little regretful.

"I have been in the Foreign Legion for five years, and I miss my country!" Today's Shan Ying is indeed different from usual, "I mainly miss the beauties of our country. This French girl is not to my taste at all."

The mountain eagle came closer to William and looked at him with a playful smile.

"Oh, Shan Ying, don't French girls suit your taste? How passionate and unrestrained, how charming!" William looked at Shan Ying in surprise. In his eyes, a Westerner, French girls are the most beautiful and charming in the world.

woman.

"Come on, I am a Chinese, an Oriental, and this French girl is so passionate and unrestrained that I can't stand it! We Orientals all like the kind of reserved beauties. Implicit, do you understand?"

William looked at Shan Ying with a puzzled look on his face. Being subtle, what is the beauty of being subtle?

"Forget it, it's no use telling you, an Englishman, ten thousand times!" To explain the beauty of subtlety to an Englishman is to play the harp, "How is the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

William scratched his head: "My comrade-in-arms in Africa said that they do have a very good sniper there. He is an Oriental, but I don't know his nationality. I can't tell whether he is Chinese or Japanese. He is more like a Korean.

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"Please ask him to send the photos as soon as possible!" Shan Ying said, finally starting to get some clues about this matter.

"They prohibit taking photos there. It's very difficult to get photos and it takes time." William said with some embarrassment.

"If you get the photo, please send it to China to this address for me!" Shan Ying handed William a note.

"Why do you spend so much effort to find out who that person is?" William asked curiously.

"My comrade, our best sniper." Shan Ying looked into the distance, hoping to find his figure.