The sweetest pheromone in the entertainment industry

Not to mention the armed terrorists with hundreds of people, there are thousands of people, which is not a fear for Han Mo at its peak.

His arrival was like a meteorite hitting the ground, causing smoke and dust to billow, and both sides in the exchange of fire were shocked, thinking it was the other side's artillery fire.

Two seconds later, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust, completely turning the tide of the battle.

Huaguo's camp here is less than a regiment, only about 1000 people. Today, 700 people were sent out, and the rest were on defense. Except for the patrol team, the rest of the people were not there when the terrorists attacked. Too much preparation, but just picking up the firearms at hand, the bullets are like a drop in the bucket in front of the heavily armed terrorists.

It takes time and manpower to open the arsenal, and it takes time to find the right time. Everyone is fighting and retreating. There is no good plan, and Han Mo falls from the sky.

The helicopter circling in the sky naturally attracted the attention of the terrorists. After Han Mo got out, they thought it was reinforcements from the military camp and opened fire.

Zhou Yun cursed and forced his way down under the hail of bullets.

The pattern of the battlefield changed rapidly, and in less than a minute, the terrorists discovered in horror that in just one minute, the man who had landed out of thin air had actually killed more than a dozen of their accomplices "with bare hands".

Han Mo didn't bring any bullets with him, so he used local materials. He used the firearms seized from the enemy.No one saw how he got these guns, because everyone who saw them was dead.

The quickness of the skill, the sophistication and viciousness of killing, even this group of terrorists felt chills down their spines after seeing it.

With the addition of Zhou Yun and Zhou Feng, Han Mo's actions became even more powerful. He seemed to have become a bloody Shura again, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, invincible.

The terrorists yelled at each other in foreign languages, and assembled most of their firepower against Han Mo.

This is a one-sided "slaughter"-Korean ink vs. terrorists.

The setting sun is like fire, not as red as the blood on the ground.

Han Mo was covered in blood, standing among the piles of corpses, his profile was shrouded in the setting sun, his dark and handsome eyebrows were slightly gloomy, he turned around and looked at Qiao An, who was also covered in blood.

Han Mo threw away the empty firearm in his hand, walked over the pool of blood, and approached step by step.

Joan suddenly took a step back.

Han Mo stood still, "Scared you?"

This was the first time Qiao An saw Han Mo killing so many people.

The terrorists also killed many of their own people, so there is more than enough guilt for death, but almost half of these people were shot, broken necks, or blocked guns almost by Han Mo alone.

Han Mo's power is overwhelming, even if it is a company, it is like a child playing house to him.

The soldiers behind Joan even raised their guns out of instinctive fear, aiming at Han Mo.

Han Mo didn't move in shock, he just looked at Qiao An quietly, his pupils were as deep as a well.

Qiao An was dazed for a moment, then motioned to the soldiers holding guns not far away: "Put it down, this is General Han."

Han Mo only asked, "Are you scared?"

He who came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, he was like a monster, this was his true side.

Joan clenched his fingers, took a step back, took three steps forward as an answer, and then raised his gun.

Han Mo was stunned.

With a bang, the gun brushed Han Mo's shoulder, and there was a muffled groan from behind him—the gun aimed at Han Mo fell to the ground after shooting through the terrorist's last breath.

"Not afraid." Joan spit out two sonorous words.

Han Mo asked again: "Can you accept me like this?"

"..."

Not to be afraid and to accept are two completely different meanings.

Joan was unable to answer for a moment.

Han Mo didn't force him to give an answer at this moment. From this moment on, they have plenty of time.

Han Mo has been famous since he went to the battlefield, and legends of "God of War", "Devil" and "Sura" have been left in various countries. Some people say that he has three heads and six arms, some say that he is immortal, and some people say that his descendants are all monsters. It is still active in various countries, where no grass grows, wolves howl and ghosts cry.

When he appears in the public eye—especially when the media is present, he is mostly disguised. Only the top leaders of various countries know his true identity. Perfect Alpha is not only a secret of China, but also a secret that the world needs to protect together. secret.

No matter what the legend says, his appearance made this war-prone and turbulent small country temporarily stable. In the dark world, he is the king, and no one dares to take the initiative to touch his bad luck.

Thanks to the blessing of Han Zhanshen, Qiao An's daily peacekeeping became more leisurely.

Qiao An still arranges his tasks full every day, most of which are training.Han Mo followed him every day, wherever he went, and became a sight to behold.

Qiao An never mentioned what Han Mo asked him that day.

Han Mo didn't say anything, the two of them just flirted with each other vaguely, except for Zhou Yun and Zhou Feng, the other soldiers didn't see the couple's love for each other. Work harder than ever.

Zhou Yun hated that iron cannot be made into steel, so he scratched his head anxiously, and asked Han Mo, "Do you want to chase someone?"

Han Mo: "Aren't I just chasing someone?"

"You've never chased anyone, have you?"

"Chased the enemy."

"..."

Zhou Yun was completely unaware of the humor. He ate the matcha pudding that Zhou Feng bought from running errands, smelling of tea all over his body: "Han Mo, you don't really think that following Qiao An every day is just chasing him, right?"

Han Mo was really "simple" at that time, not to mention chasing people, it was the first time he was attracted to people, although he knew what liking was, but the "method" of liking people, how to implement them, his knowledge in this area Reserves are not as good as a junior high school student.

— he thought he would never use such a thing.

Han Mo said: "I know, I want to go on a date with him, have dinner, watch a movie, and then have a room."

Zhou Yun: "..."

The steps are correct, but from Han Mo's mouth, why is it so unreliable.

Love is such a thing, no matter how much it is said on paper, the most important thing is to practice it.Zhou Yun didn't say anything else, and let Han Mo figure it out on his own. Only when he figured out the way to solve any problem can he really know how to solve it.

Han Mo has no experience in love, has he never eaten pork or seen a pig run?He spent a day driving to the streets of the city center to see the couples he was passing by, and bought a love novel at the bookstore.

Qiao An didn't see Han Mo for a day, thought he was gone, and spent the day absent-mindedly until he saw Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun asked with a smile: "Han Mo is not here, do you feel empty, sad, and overwhelmed?"

Joan: "..."

Bypassing Zhou Yun, who was out of tune, Qiao An asked casually, "Is there something wrong with Admiral Han?"

Zhou Yun: "Ask him."

After dinner, Joan returned to his single dormitory. He liked the quietness. The single dormitory was connected to the office area. Except for the occasional patrolling soldiers passing by at night, there was basically no one there.

The buildings built in the camp are the same as most of the buildings in this small country near the sea, with white walls and red tiles, simple and simple, with a little poetic flavor of time and tranquility.

Joan likes the customs of this country. If there is no war, it should be a very suitable place for vacation.

The street lamp illuminated the wall with a yellowish glow, and the figure of the tall Alpha under the lamp was like a shadow cast by the moonlight, quiet, mysterious and beautiful.When he raised his eyes, the stars and the moon in the sky lost their brilliance.

Countless times, in dreams and outside of dreams, Joan's heart beats fast for this man.

Han Mo held a bottle of old wine in his hand, and two goblets clinked together, and asked with a smile, "Can I go in and sit down?"

"...Admiral Han, it's getting late." Qiao An's voice was difficult.

"You're busy during the day, and it's only at night that you have time to have a drink." Han Mo said calmly, "Don't you have time for this?"

Qiao An still declined politely, only to hear Han Mo say again: "I'm leaving tomorrow."

The words of refusal were stuffed in the mouth of the throat and fell back into the stomach.

The single dormitory is clean and tidy, just like the quarters of many soldiers, with very few personal items on the table.Han Mo looked around and said, "Wait a minute."

He went out, grabbed an unknown wild flower at the base of the wall, went into the house and took out an empty bottle of oral inhibitors from the trash can, inserted it, placed it on the table, and poured a little water into it.

Joan was dumbfounded.

Han Mo smiled and said, "You still use oral inhibitors, are you so afraid of injections?"

"..." Qiao An's ears were reddish, and he argued, "It's more convenient to take it orally."

"Yeah." Han Mo smiled, pulled out the cork with his bare hands, and poured two glasses of red wine.

Said it was a drink, and the two of them finished the bottle of red wine without knowing it.

Joan's cheeks flushed.

Han Mo asked, "Are you drunk?"

Joan said: "I have been trained, I can't get drunk with this little wine."

"It's a pity, then there's nothing I can do to you."

"..."

Han Mo asked again: "Can I do something to you? Your face..." He raised his finger and touched Joan's blushing cheek, "It's very beautiful."

The touched place seemed to be on fire, Qiao An turned his head away, "Admiral Han..."

"Ok?"

"Please, please don't do this." Joan whispered, "We are all Alpha."

"so?"

"Alphas cannot be together."

"why?"

"You can't have a baby." Joan's cheeks were even more rosy, and she was not drunk, but said something stupid.

Han Mo smiled: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Joanne: "Please don't tease me."

No one would be indifferent to Qiao An at this time. Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He tried to touch Qiao An's hand with his knuckles, "Joan."

Qiao An shrank his hand, almost knocked over the wine glass, stood up and gave the order to evict the guests: "Mr. Han, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

Han Mo held his forehead with one hand and pretended to be drunk: "I can't walk, I'm drunk, I'll sleep with you tonight."

"...Then go ahead, I'll go elsewhere."

Han Mo grabbed his hand, "Just kidding, the single bed can't fit two big men, I'll go."

Han Mo went out in a relaxed suit and asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Joan thought for a while and said, "I will send you off."

As the stars move, the moon sets and the sun rises, chicken coops are raised in the camp, and the crowing of the rooster wakes up the morning.

Qiao An sleeps at half the night, sleeps lightly, and tries his best to see Han Mo off.

Han Mo was dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, as if he was going on a picnic for a walk.When he saw Joan, he raised the corner of his lips: "Let's go."

Joan didn't react for a moment, "Where's your helicopter?"

Han Mo opened the car door, "We don't need a plane, we just drive."

"We... drive?"

"Correct."

"where to?"

"Dating."

"..." Qiao An wondered, "Aren't you going to leave?"

Han Mo took it for granted, "That's right, let's walk around."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Dating, eating, watching a movie, having a room - the steps are perfect.

Joan: ...

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mercury fruit; 2 bottles of Fu tea leaves and Ayu Xiaonian; 1 bottle of Qiqimeow;