Transformed Into a Wild Female Anchor

This is a little oriental girl who looks like an angel.

She is quite tall, with a pair of long and slender thighs wrapped in tight trousers for easy movement, with slender lines.

The pair of jade rabbits on their chests are different from the big breasted girls in Africa. They are taller than any African woman that Marati has seen, and they can even vaguely find that they are full of flexibility with the girl's activities.

But what doesn't match the top figure is that this oriental girl has a young face that is so tender that all women will be jealous.

At least in the eyes of Africans, she is a teenager at best.

But because of the inaccurate judgment of the age of the Orientals, Maratti was also unable to determine how old she was.

of course……

Age and beauty are not the focus.

The point is that the behavior of this oriental girl is so incredible.

How good is it, put the car in the middle of the road.

Is it a tourist? Is there an adult in the car?

Malate has more and more doubts.

Especially the Oriental woman, who turned to look at them, especially the co-pilot next to Marati. After staying on the seated Falak for a while, the bad feeling in his heart gradually expanded.

"Fuck, what's going on? The car broke down and pushed me to the side of the road. This oriental woman is really getting in the way."

Falak probably didn't know how to appreciate beauty, so he cursed, so he wanted to open the door and go out to curse.

"Wait, this woman is weird, don't get out of the car."

Marati drank and stopped Falak, who was pushing the car door, and his whole body was instantly condensed.

"What's the matter, she's weird? Isn't she a catastrophe? No, there is no oriental woman who ran into our African catastrophe..."

Falak still didn't understand the situation, but because of his trust in Marati, his expression was hard to look at for a moment.

Bang.

The door closed tightly again, and Falak's face was full of tension.

And Marati didn't care about the oriental girl who was twenty meters away, turned her head and smiled to look at them.

"No matter what it is, it's a different story. We can go down here, and we can go around her."

He stopped the car and drove diagonally, preparing to descend to the dry ground under the asphalt road.

In fact, the surrounding land is completely semi-arid, and they can naturally leave from all sides of the road, but the car is prone to puncture, and it is impossible to walk as smoothly as the orthodox road.

But this Eastern woman blocking the way is too weird, Marati is not ready to provoke.

"Hey... don't get off the road."

When Marati and their vehicle were about to drive down the side of the road, the Eastern girl leaning on the front of the off-road vehicle gave a sweet cry.

Her voice is just like the call of a lark, with a nice charm in its sweetness.

If you change to an ordinary street, Marati, who has never been a woman, is absolutely dizzy and happy to be found by such a beautiful woman.

But in this situation, he looked even tighter.

Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the accelerator and prepared to speed up.

puff!

The shocking thing is that the car seemed to run over a nail that had been placed on the side of the road.

The moment the front wheel just drove out of the road, there was a loud noise, and the tire punctured and leaked air.

"What's the matter, a puncture? Could it be that she was the one who did it!"

Falak had an afterthought, looking ugly and wanted to inquire about the situation.

"Don't make noise."

The cold sweat on Falak's face almost rolled off.

Because he suddenly discovered that the girl who was so lazily leaning on the front of the off-road vehicle gave him a sense of threat that was not below the ‘Mudov’ he saw with his own eyes on the battlefield last time.

The sweeter the smile, the more the boulder in his heart sinks.

Boom!

Regardless of it, Marati continued to step on the accelerator and drove to the dry land with no road ahead with a leaking vehicle.

Because one front wheel is flat, the whole car shakes greatly.

Click.

Click.

"So I said, don't get off the road."

The girl shrugged regretfully.

Bang.

The incident that caused Malati's heart to sink completely occurred.

The rear wheels of the vehicle they were riding in, after another explosion sound, also deflated, became puffed, puffed and shook.

He didn't give up and wanted to drive forward, but another tire explosion made Marathi's solemn mood beyond description.

The whole car can't be driven.

And he was pretty sure that this was definitely not a nail arranged in advance.

Even if this kind of car can be driven, it will definitely not escape the G-class off-road vehicle driven by the girl. Even on the sandy road, there is a high possibility of accidents.

With a helpless sigh, Marati stepped on the brake.

Farak in the passenger seat also understood something at this time, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"Get out of the car, take your gun, the other party seems to have only one person, maybe we still have something to fight for."

Although I really want to say that people who dare to block the road here with ease, they must be confident.

But this kind of knotty, Marati would not say such discouraging words.

Besides, nothing in the world is absolute. Marati dare to say that even if he meets Mudov, if he is lucky enough, he might kill him with a single shot.

No matter how powerful a person is, he can't be faster than a bullet.

The bullet has no eyes.

Click.

Falak also opened the pistol to protect his body.

Then the two looked at each other.

"Brother, I absolutely believe in you, no worse than Mudov, even if that woman of the mist, I don't believe that she can beat you."

Falak said this to Marathi with a look full of trust.

Then, he immediately catted to his waist and ran out of the car.

In addition, he bypassed the blind spot that the girl looked from the side and hid behind the car body.

As everyone knows, the words he uttered for the "Mist Girl" seemed like a bolt from the blue, and Marati sitting in the car almost jumped up.

Misty girl? !

That's right, it seems that the Misty Girl attacked their warehouse, and then it should have obtained information about their transportation materials.

Could it be that she got the information, and then came to chase her two...

Otherwise, ordinary women, even if they are a little capable, dare to stand upright and block the way.

Marati was devoured by thunder, and he was almost certain of his guess in his heart.

"This……"

He reluctantly turned his head. The eastern girl in the middle of the horse, leaning on the front of the car, seemed to care nothing about what they did, still smiling and welcoming, curious about the baby watching their behavior.

Then Marati's heart shrank again.

Because he could see clearly, on the front of the intercepted off-road vehicle, there was another silly white bear with his hind legs entwined, his forefoot erected, and a pair of black eyes, looking at them.

"White Bear! This is exactly the same as the legend."

day……

I really met, the legendary girl in the mist.

This is a woman that even Mudov can kill.

Moreover, it was done while dozens of people besieged her.

If it wasn't for someone to release the surgical monster in the warehouse at the end, she might completely wipe out the entire warehouse.

Dozens of guns couldn't be knocked down with the sweep, and Mudov couldn't even shoot at the gun.

Can such a person be dealt with by himself?

Just kidding!

Seeing that girl Yun Danfeng looked at herself lightly, Marathi's palm was sweating instantly.

Seeing the girl's hand again, there seemed to be a metallic glow shining brightly.

At that time, a few sharp giant steel nails were probably bought from a building material store, and each one was 15 or 6 centimeters long.

Could it be that the car tire exploded just now, and it was this Oriental girl who threw out these steel nails with her hand? !

Sweating in cold sweat, Marati sat in the driver's seat, as if he had been given a hold method.

I dare not move at all.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying.

"Marati, what's the matter with you, get out of the car quickly."

Falak was hiding in front of the hood, Marathina turned his head and looked back. He looked like he had eaten a bowel movement, and he had a full view of him.

He was very anxious.

This mercenary brother, who he most relies on and has never let himself down, has excellent skills and abilities, how could he lose the chain at such a critical moment?

"Uh."

Malati was yelled at by Falak, and his expression was shocked again, as if returning to normal from being distracted.

Click.

Marati really stretched out his hand and twisted the car door open.

"Well, brother, I will blow her head when I get off the car, dare to stop our car, and the woman will also be killed, just like in South Sudan."

Falak was delighted to see that he had always regarded him as a brave and incomparable brother, and finally took his rifle and paced down from the car.

Falak seemed to see that the brother was about to start a scene of ‘pretend to be forced’. Even if there were an army of ten people behind the woman, he would lead himself to victory, and then successfully complete the task of handing over information.

Brother never let himself down every time, did he?

Falak desperately expected.

But in the next moment, Falak, who was expecting his brother to start his pretending journey, was stunned.

Completely dumbfounded, dumbfounded.

Because in his eyes, the brother who has been looking forward to, immediately after getting out of the car...

Click.

Throw the rifle in his hand directly on the ground.

Then Farak raised his hands up.

"Lord Misty Lady, we surrender."

Marati screamed to the woman on the road.

"Hey?"

Expecting the brothers to have a terrifying battle, Farak, his face appeared as if he was stuck in a bowel movement, and his face was stunned.

"Ma, Marati, you, what are you kidding?"

Standing behind Marati, he couldn't believe what was happening before him.

He didn't fight, and didn't even say anything. This man escorted himself along the way, and was so brave. In his own eyes, he was the brother of the world's strongest man, and he was directly persuaded...

Are you serious?

Marati smiled bitterly at Farak's words.

He didn't even dare to turn his head back, holding his hands high, showing that he was not malicious.

"Falak, don't struggle. This lady, I can't fight, and I can't escape. Don't be stunned, just surrender."

"Hey?"

The Falak cat is behind the engine, completely at a loss.

Can't beat it? Did you fight just now?

Fight in the brain?

Why didn't I see anything? Could it be that the masters have tried all the tricks, have they practiced the way of playing in their heads?

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