Life and death sniper [crossing]

Hao Xin didn't expect to be in the same room as Shadow, he entered the room first, and when the heat on his body subsided, Shadow walked in. Shadow took off his clothes and pants naturally in front of him, revealing his strong and thick back. Hao Xin only felt the blood rushing to his head, and he really wanted to take out the dagger and stab it.

Shadow turned around and looked at him, revealing his well-textured abdominal muscles. The muscles are not overexpanded like the iron tower. The shoulders are wide and the hips are narrow, and the slender muscles look smooth. It can be seen that they are the type full of explosive power and toughness, and Watch out for his violent attacks when he fights. Shadow has a new wound on his shoulder, and the bandage has not been removed. From the chest to the abdomen, he roughly scanned at least six healed scars, especially the polygonal white scar on the left abdomen, which is very conspicuous on the bronze skin. It should be a diamond-shaped military thorn. , resulting in a very hideous wound after healing.

"Bath?" Shadow asked him.

"You go first." Hao Xin begged, turned his eyes away and picked up the "Chanson de Roland" (Roland's song) on ​​the bedside, and opened it casually. The dense Romance words appeared in front of him. Hao Xin's spoken French was not bad. But the writing is terrible, but he can easily understand this book after a cursory scan.

There was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Hao Xin leaned on the bed and slowly flipped through the boring literary works that he would never touch before.

"Who is Homer?" Hao Xin looked at the sky, wondering about the name that suddenly appeared in his head.

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Hao Xin looked up and saw that it was a magic stick. He immediately woke up and treated it cautiously. He felt too bad about this person.

The magic stick leaned on the door frame and smiled, with brown curly hair sticking to his scalp, two messy strands sticking out of the curls, and the pair of eyes underneath were dark and deep, revealing a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere: "Hao is taking a bath?"

"Ah."

"When he comes out, you tell him that I have something urgent to find, otherwise he will start to sleep again."

"what's up?"

"The next mission, and the base has a backlog of things to ask him to nod after he left. The housekeeper told him to go back quickly."

base! ?Hao Xin nodded in agreement, thinking to himself, yes, "War of Silver" definitely has the strength to build bases in other places, this should be just a temporary foothold, after all, every time a task is handed over or accepted, it has to go to France to report.And I heard that the "Silver War" is actually very strong, otherwise it would not be possible to assist the United States in ending Sudan's 22-year civil war two years ago.Both the United States and the Sudanese government hired a large number of mercenaries in that war, and the most active one was the "Silver War" mercenary group. I remember that in the darkest period of peace, almost every battlefield could see "Silver War" mercenaries. With the figure of the Corps, it conquered countless enemy areas, leading to the fame of the "War of Silver"!

Tower, Magazine, Angel, Ghost and Shadow are all veterans of that battle!

Hao Xin himself is naturally the same.

Not long after the magic stick left, the plastic door of the bathroom was pushed open with a "squeak" and Shadow came out with a bath towel around his waist covered in moisture.

Hao Xin looked up.

Shadow finally shaved off the beard growing on his face, and his clean face turned out to be unexpectedly handsome. The unique oriental outline was hardly aggressive, and it was so soft that Hao Xin felt like an ancient private school. Mr. Li, the crescent moon looks very sincere when he looks at people with smiling eyes. If he wears suitable clothes, his temperament should be a refined type. It is hard to think that he lives a life of licking blood.

Shadow wrung out the towel at the door, the water droplets fell on the ground, the muscles on his arms swelled, and the fine water droplets hung on the bronze skin, shining crystal light, he looked at Hao Xin and smiled, very close and friendly The kind of intimacy, with trust and relaxation without boundaries: "Go and wash, I feel much more comfortable after washing."

Hao Xin looked away and said, "The magic stick said I need you."

"Yeah." Shadow wiped his hair with a towel, walked to the bed, wiped off the water droplets on his skin indiscriminately, and then shook the towel twice before throwing it on the bed frame Then he tore off the bath towel wrapped around his waist, lay naked on the bed, closed his eyes and said: "When he comes again, just say that there is something to talk about tomorrow, I haven't closed my eyes for three days, no one can disturb me, including you !"

Hao Xin raised his eyebrows, got up and went to the bathroom. Speaking of which, it was time for him to tidy up himself, and he had to study this body carefully.

Hao Xin walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes and pants, first looked at the wound, then turned on the shower head, splashing warm water splashed on his body, soon wet from head to toe, and wiped the water droplets on his face, His back leaned against the wall, and in that cold stimulation, he stretched his hands between his legs...

As a man, the first thing you care about is the length of your own penis!

Hao Xin stimulated slowly, his slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, and transparent drops of water snaked all the way to gather on the tip of his chin. There was no omission of the hair at the root, and he was not relieved until the feeling surged up stronger than the memory and reached the hardest level.

This root is not comparable to that of Westerners, but it is quite good among Easterners.

Since it was hard, there was no reason not to come out. I moved it for a while according to my own habits, and then found the sensitive point of this body, and vented it easily.He spread his palms and looked at the cloudy white liquid on his palms under the light for a while, then washed his hands with black lines.

From a psychological point of view, he was still a little disgusted that what he touched was the semen of another man...

After venting, Hao Xin refreshed and continued to wash, carefully inspected it from head to toe, and was very upset to find that this body has no leg hair. What is a man without leg hair?That's a boy!How big is this body?

After taking a shower, the last job is to shave. Maybe this body is really young, so even if he has grown a beard for at least a week, it still looks very sparse. When the beard falls and gradually reveals his face, Hao Xin has to admit that he is It looks a bit like Shadow, with a pointed chin and a high nose bridge. Although it doesn't have that kind of crescent moon eyes, it also has a soft smile, even... um... a little childish.

Leaving the bathroom, Shadow lay on his back on the bed and slept soundly. From Hao Xin's perspective, he could see his private parts at a glance, but his focus was on his chest and neck. The undulating rhythm was vividly presented in front of him, which was predictable What kind of gorgeous blood will spray out when a sharp weapon is pierced.

Hao Xin's breath suddenly disappeared, and he entered the state of "hunting". There was a strange light flickering in the bottom of his dark eyes, flickering on and off, and finally his face turned grim, and he went out the door without stopping.

Here, kill Shadow just like that?

it is ridiculous!

Hao Xin found the ghost and asked Silence's whereabouts, that is, where was his original body?This is a matter of great concern to him at the moment.

The ghost looked at him and said lightly: "It was transported to the base four days ago."

"Base..." Hao Xin frowned, and it was the base again.

Seeing that Hao Xin turned to leave, Ghost suddenly said, "Ghost, you've been acting weird lately."

"..." Hao Xin turned to look at him.

"It feels strange," said the ghost.

Hao Xin smiled, turned and went out.

The building is very quiet, and almost everyone is resting in the room along the way, especially the loud snoring can be heard clearly at the door of the iron tower and the magazine room, and the two of them seem to be competing one after another.

The sun above his head was shining brightly, Hao Xin stood in the corridor for a long time in a daze.He wasn't tired, after all, he didn't have a combat mission, and his injuries healed up a lot. He was sleeping when he was free a few days ago, so now he couldn't sleep in broad daylight.In addition, he was in the same room with Shadow, and the feeling that the enemy was around but unable to do anything made him feel uncomfortable and even suffocated.So, after thinking about it for a while, Hao Xin went downstairs and went out the door, walking straight to the east.

In addition to his original body, he is still very concerned about the situation of "Sharp Sword". After almost all the main members of "Sword" were killed on the battlefield, the mercenary group must have suffered a great blow. The recruits who stayed at the base were even more worrying. Maybe some people have already applied to leave the team.

The mercenary group is like this, cohesion is difficult to cultivate, after all, mercenaries trade their lives for money, and it is impossible for a team that does not make money to retain people.If the veterans are still alive, at least there is hope, but the problem is that there are almost no old fighters left in "Sharp Sword" except for the few logistics personnel. It is difficult to think about doing anything in such a situation.

Thinking of this, Hao Xin felt a tightness in his chest, and his footsteps quickened unknowingly.

The military area provided by the French government for these private mercenary regiments is not small, but it is far from enough for thirty or so mercenary regiments to squeeze into this area. Along the way, at some intersections, many young mercenaries can be seen squatting there Smoking is like a newly born little beast, with a pair of eyes full of expectations for the future but confused.

Being a mercenary is not that easy. If you want to get ahead, you have to fight with your life, and you need [-]% luck!

The kings of soldiers from all over the world are just like that here!

Some newly established mercenary regiments will be squeezed into a board room with the same small mercenary regiments, and then disbanded without any mission for half a year or a year. If the Corps doesn’t have enough manpower, they will find them. They will sign a contract in the form of task cooperation. They don’t make much money, but they are enough to live on. It’s like a job. As long as they can buy a bottle of wine, eat and sleep, that’s fine. An old mercenary who still has no money for half his life will choose this kind of life.

Of course, the general old mercenaries will not go on missions anymore, and will rely on their contacts and experience to "string" some missions to newcomers, and get paid from them.

Halfway through the walk, Hao Xin saw Old Hank smoking in the shade of a tree.Old Hank is a Bangladeshi. He has been working in this area since he was 15 years old. He is now in his fifties, with gray temples and a rather honest face, but there is a cunning gleam in his eyes when he turns around.His job is to "string" tasks for the mercenaries. Not only does he have a wide range of people among the mercenaries, but he also has a list of many employers. In the past, "Sharp Sword" often cooperated with him, and both parties made money. A lot of money.The "Sharp Sword" accident this time should have dealt a heavy blow to Old Hank.

"Hey, friend, are you new here?" Maybe because they met their eyes, Old Hank suddenly stood up and walked over quickly.

Hao Xin was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that this old soldier didn't know who he was?It seems that the "Ghost Talent" usually acts in a rather low-key manner.

"Someone introduced you? Which mercenary group? My name is Hank, you can call me Old Hank. Are you Vietnamese?" Old Hank looked at Hao Xin from head to toe as he walked, but he didn't see him on his clothes. The logo of the mercenary regiment, of course, did not see the mercenary armband issued by the international mercenary organization. Coupled with the very immature face, it was obviously a newcomer introduced by the old mercenary.Another job of Old Hank is to recruit people for some mercenary regiments. There are not many young people who are willing to fight these days. Fate is more precious than anything else, so there must be a way to recruit soldiers.

"Chinese, code name 'Silence'." Hao Xin said his original code name, and stretched out his hand with a smile. He used to have a good relationship with Old Hank, but now he can meet an acquaintance at this troubled time and let him relax. in one breath.