"Boss! Phantom! Add food tonight! ”

The polar bear and the king came out of the woods carrying a wild antelope, there was something to eat, and the mood was naturally much better, and the two of them hugged their shoulders and laughed.

In the evening, as the sky darkened, the generators in the camp began to work, and the lights came out of the tents. A bonfire rises in the middle of the camp, and the slaughtered wild sheep are set up on the fire, roasting with oil, and the shiny grease is dripping down, and the aroma is overflowing, making people feel appetizing.

The old fish hurriedly ate a few pieces of mutton, and then went to the tent with Morris to discuss the defense plan, Long Yun, who had always felt low in energy, found a hammock by himself, lay down and half-squinted to rest, according to the old fish's estimate, a fierce battle will start after dawn.

The sky washed by the heavy rain for days is extremely clear, the moon is high, the land is fragrant, and there is a cry of unknown beasts in the jungle, which is quiet and intoxicating.

Long Yun lay in a hammock and took out a photo from his pocket by the moonlight. In the background of the photo, the director of the benevolent orphanage He stood in front of the dilapidated orphanage with more than 20 and a half children, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on everyone, and the adults and children seemed very happy.

Flipping to the back of the photo, a line of black pen letters comes into view—April 16, 1992.

Taking pictures was a luxury in Long Yun's memories as a child, and he clearly remembered the reason for the group photo that day, a foreigner with blue eyes and a high nose came to visit the orphanage, donated a sum of money, and promised to fund his schooling.

This big-nosed foreigner who is not a relative to Long Yun but is better than a relative has never seen it again, and he just remits a tuition fee from a corner of the world every year. Long Yun sometimes wanted to send a letter to this good man like the long-legged uncle in the fairy tale, but he found that he didn't even have his address.

Every time I remit the tuition bill to Long Yun at the orphanage, the payment is the same English name - Daniel.

I don't know when I will be able to see this Uncle Daniel again, Long Yun couldn't help but think, and suddenly smiled bitterly. What if you see it? What would Daniel think if he knew that he was now a mercenary, wallowing in the pile of dead people every day?

After thinking for a while, Long Yun fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took for him to be woken up by the roar of a huge helicopter. When I opened my eyes, a huge black shadow let out a huge roar in the starry night sky, slowly falling in the brightly lit camp.

Long Yun rolled over and got up, alertly picked up his gun and leaned towards the landing point.

A UH-60 "Black Hawk" helicopter landed in the center of the camp, and several dark shadows jumped from the cabin.

The first to jump off was a beautiful woman with a devil's body, wearing a black vest and black tactical trousers, black jungle combat boots, and carrying a tactical backpack.

It is difficult to see this kind of white and beautiful temperament beauty in Sierra Leone, the most important thing here is the dark-skinned warped/buttocked girl, although the skin color will not hinder the beauty, but Long Yun, who is deeply poisoned by the concept of "one white covering three ugliness", can not accept this unique taste of exoticism anyway, and always thinks that fair skin is the preferred standard for beauties.

The next person who jumped out of the Black Hawk helicopter was a fat man in jeans, with messy chestnut hair like moldy dog pee, who at first glance knew that he was the kind of dead otaku who didn't go out for a month, sat in a wide leather chair and nibbled on hamburgers every day, and loved Coke and energy drinks.

The last person to get off the plane was a blonde man wearing a tight T-shirt, with bulging biceps that almost burst the cuffs, and a figure much larger than that of the polar bear Shasa, who was simply a copy of Popeye in the cartoon.

The leading beauty is only eighteen or nineteen years old, with long black hair twisted into a three-handed braid hanging behind her, very Chinese, a beautiful face that makes men fascinated, so bright that everyone can't look at it directly, in a sentence that the poet once said to describe a beautiful woman - this is a beautiful woman who has to be politely hard when a man sees it.

It shouldn't be seen on the bloody African wilderness, on the flyover of Paris Fashion Week in an expensive evening gown, or on the dance floor of a lavish castle dinner for the super-rich, dancing with some well-pocketed European aristocrat or Arabian prince.

Looking closely, Long Yun felt that this black-haired beauty was not like Chinese, her facial features and figure were slightly foreign, with deep eye sockets unique to Westerners, and long legs rare for Orientals, a pair of long eyelashes long and curly, proudly upturned. In particular, the upper lip is slightly upturned, the typical Western-style sexy mouth shape, and a set of well-fitting combat uniforms can't help but remind people of Angelina Jolie, the actor of Laura in Tomb Raider, but without Julie's unique roughness of Westerners, delicate and moving with a little wildness, restrained and unable to hide the cool taste.

This is a very strange trio, if it were in China, it would be as striking as the punks walking on the streets of a small county.

The poet, who was eating a leg of roast lamb by the fire, was at once "politely hardened," and for a playboy the excitement of seeing a beautiful woman was like being splashed with a pot of chicken blood, he exaggeratedly pursed his lips and whistled provocatively in the direction of the Black Hawk helicopter.

"Hey! Beauty, come over for a barbecue?! How about we have two drinks! In order to make himself more masculine, the poet took off his waistcoat, shook his strong pectoral muscles twice, picked up a bottle of Heineken, stuck the lid between his two huge pectorals, and opened the cap with a pop.

The poet has Celtic ancestry, and his tall and handsome stature is an advantage in itself, and this classic pickling chick action has been tried and tested in the bars of Angel Street in Bocheng City, and every time he flaunts it, he always attracts a crowd of viewers. In the poet's own words, his two well-developed pectoral muscles are like the two yellow hair follicles of the North American male wormwood grouse in front of the hen in the courtship period, which makes the hen shocked at the sight of it, and immediately can't resist throwing herself into her arms.

The Celtic male wormwood grouse, apparently succeeded in attracting the attention of the black-haired beauty, and she stopped, looked over the fire, and looked at the poet with a smile.

But soon there was a dramatic scene.

The Popeye's blonde man quickly walked up behind the beauty, glanced at the poet contemptuously, and then turned his shoulders with a crisp crack of his bones, and the two huge pectoral muscles on his chest shook wildly a few times. He picked up a wrist-thick branch, clamped it on two pectorals, and with a loud and crunch, the branch seemed to be twisted into steel tongs and broken.

The poet couldn't believe his eyes, there were people whose muscles could reach such a point, even if he ate creatine and protein powder every day, he couldn't do it for a few more years. When he thought of this, his smug expression was like ice cream being drenched in the rain, if he was really the wormwood grouse in the North American jungle, then he was also the one who lost.

Things quickly took a turn for the worse.

The beauty smiled contemptuously, slowly raised her middle finger, and gestured towards the poet from a distance, making several mouth shapes with her mouth exaggerated.

Everyone can see that it is saying, "F-U-C-K, YOU!" ”

For the first time in his life, the German Yankee encountered such a fierce girl, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed, and his face was red.

"Wha!"

Seeing the self-proclaimed suave poet out of trouble, everyone else hugged their stomachs and laughed crazy.

"Boss!" Kebby, who came out of the tent, twisted his clumsy fat waist to meet him, and if he had a tail on his fart/thighs at this time, he would have shaken it fast: "Welcome to Bo City!" ”

This hospitality was not reciprocated, the black-haired beauty regarded him as a transparent person at all, she reached out and took the suitcase handed by the fat otaku behind her, and said directly: "Invite the people of the ghost team to the tent, I want to talk to them." ”