Ignoring the shouts and curses behind him, Zhao Ziyang caught up with An Qier and walked side by side with him.

It was already dark at this time, and the sandy wind unique to desert towns was rising, spreading over the two of them. There were still a few hours before the evening curfew, and the streets in the distance were already deserted, whether they were residents or

When traveling for business, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Angel, here." Zhao Ziyang took out an Arab kerchief and put it in and handed it to Angel.

"No need." Angel refused Zhao Ziyang's kindness and sniffed hard, feeling the dryness mixed with fine sand.

After putting the Arab in and putting it away, Zhao Ziyang followed Angel out of the mercenary camp and stood in front of the door, looking at the dim street lights in the distance and the scattered American troops on the street.

"What's going on between you and Linghu?" Angel broke the silence between them.

This sentence made Zhao Ziyang a little confused. What could happen between him and Linghu? We are teammates. If there is something special, it is that he was the one who was determined to save Linghu, and he and Linghu

The relationship between the two is relatively good, and there seems to be nothing going on between them.

"Linghu and I have nothing to do." Zhao Ziyang said honestly to Angel: "Oh, by the way, Linghu bought me a watch last time."

"Does the watch look good?" Angel's voice was cold and had a faint flavor.

"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang nodded with a smile on his face.

The last time Linghu ran back to his hometown in Switzerland, he gave him an expensive Omega as a gift. This watch was a very meaningful gift. If he accepted the watch, he would have to ask Linghu to draw blood several times. Zhao Ziyang accepted it happily, anyway.

She is Linghu's guinea pig, and she can always use various methods to pester her to draw blood.

"How long have you been in Lurker?" Angel continued to ask Zhao Ziyang.

"More than three months, nearly four months." Zhao Ziyang blurted out the time.

Angel turned her head and stared at Zhao Ziyang with a pair of clear blue eyes.

"Perhaps you have only been here for a short time, and you still don't know some things about the mercenary world." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang in a rare soft voice: "Mercenaries do not have love, and they do not need love. Can you understand?"

Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. He never expected that An Qier would say such a sentence. It's a lesson from heaven and earth. He and Linghu are innocent. There is absolutely no affection between men and women, they are just very pure.

A very pure teammate relationship.

"An Qier, Linghu and I have nothing, you have to believe me on this." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel with a smile.

But he saw deep distrust in Angel's blue eyes.

"You don't need to explain anything to me. What it is like is your own business. I'm just reminding you as an instructor."

"I really didn't..." Zhao Ziyang hurriedly explained to Angel, wanting Angel to believe him. He quickly filtered through all his teammates in his mind, trying to find out who was this guy who didn't care about life and death.

It was definitely not something Angel could say directly about her little lover, someone was definitely whispering behind her back.

"That's your business." An Qier took a deep look at Zhao Ziyang, turned around, took two steps forward, and said over her shoulder: "Zhao Ziyang, remember, you are me..."

"Be careful!" A loud shout came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He ran towards An Qier like lightning, hugged her and threw her heavily to the ground.

"Swish, swish, swish..." A burst of wind came, and several streaks of black light flashed through the dim black curtain, shooting straight towards the place where Angel stood just now.

Enemy attack, hidden weapon!

A black shadow jumped out from the side and slashed at the back of Zhao Ziyang who fell to the ground with a knife.

An Qier's eyes, which were pinned down by Zhao Ziyang, burst out with frost-like light, and a black light shot out from her right hand, stabbing at the long knife that was slashing at her.

With a "clang" sound, the two knives collided, and a wisp of sparks burst out.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Ziyang immediately rolled up from the ground, pulled out the saber from his waist and rushed towards the sneak attacker.

"Whoa! Whoa!" The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air sounded, and the opponent waved the long knife in his hand and attacked Zhao Ziyang like lightning.

The blade is like snow, sharp and sharp.

Faced with the lightning-quick skill of the sneak attacker, Zhao Ziyang advanced instead of retreating. He rushed towards the opponent's arms, swung his saber and stabbed it into the opponent's neck. He used a method of killing both sides, not caring about the opponent's stabbing at him, and just wanted to kill him.

Killed with one blow.

At the same time, Angel took out a drawing pencil and stabbed the attacker.

There was a soft "chi" sound, and the normal pencil suddenly expanded by tens of centimeters, and the pencil lead in the middle turned into a sharp lead thorn, showing a thick black luster under the dim light.

"Huh?" The sneak attacker made a surprised sound and retreated violently, avoiding the attacks of Zhao Ziyang and An Qier.

It was in this surprise that Zhao Ziyang and An Qier heard the voice of a woman at the same time, and immediately determined that the sneak attacker was a woman.

A blast of "hoo" sounded, and a black plate-shaped object spun towards Angel.

Seeing what was coming, Angel's eyes widened and she was filled with the desire to fight.

"Go away!" Angel pushed Zhao Ziyang away, rushed forward, stretched out his left hand to pinch a corner of the black shadow, and quickly rotated it in the direction of the rotation, controlling the black shadow in his hands.

This is a drawing board that must be used for sketching.

"Whoa", Angel held the drawing board and threw the drawing board towards the attacker. Then his body rushed towards the attacker as fast as the drawing board flew, and the pencil in his right hand stabbed the attacker.

"Huh", the sound of fluttering clothes sounded. The attacker flipped in the air to avoid the drawing board given in return, stretched out his long knife and stabbed the pencil in Angel's hand.

The pencil thorn was slashed hard by the long knife, but it was not cut off. It was just bent down by the weight of gravity, forming an oval.

When this force pushes the pencil thorn to the lowest point, the pencil thorn begins to rebound violently.

"Wave!"

An afterimage pierced the air and bounced towards the sneak attacker.

As if she didn't expect the pencil thorn in Angel's hand to be so flexible, the attacker immediately dodged deeply, and her dodging movements were exactly like a kite flipping over.

"Tsk", the tip of the pencil thorn scratched the sneaker's clothes.

At the same time as she landed, the attacker stabbed Angel directly in the chest. Her stabbing action was exactly the same as traditional Chinese Kung Fu. Not only that, Zhao Ziyang could also clearly see the knife in her hand, which was a traditional martial arts knife.

The blade is wide and the handle is narrow, and a piece of red cloth is tied to the handle.

Before Zhao Ziyang could finish his surprise, there was a flash of sword light, and the sneak attacker actually used pure Chinese Kung Fu, but he didn't know what sword technique he used.

"Stop!" Zhao Ziyang instinctively stopped. The reason for stopping was firstly because the attacker was a woman, and secondly because the attacker seemed to be Chinese.

"When women are fighting, men don't interrupt!" A crisp Mandarin came out from the attacker's mouth, and Zhao Ziyang was forced to retreat.

An Qier was even more happy. She took off her coat and threw it to Zhao Ziyang. She wore a tight vest and attacked the attacker.

Holding Angel's coat in his arms, Zhao Ziyang was stunned for a moment. He was a bit demented and didn't know whether to help or not.

With a soft hiss, Angel pulled out a thin silk thread from his belt, threw away the pencil thorn in his hand, and wrapped it around the martial arts knife sharpened by the attacker.

One lap, two laps...

Angel used his two feet as the axis and wrapped the martial arts knife tightly with silk thread as fast as lightning, and then immediately retreated.

A white light rose up, and the silk thread burned violently. At the same time, the martial arts knife in the attacker's hand turned into pieces.

The attacker threw half of the knife heavily to the ground, and took out a pair of large writing brushes from his waist. No, it was not a large writing brush, but a pair of judge's pens made of fine steel.

In an instant, various short-blade moves were used on Angel, such as piercing, hitting, picking, stabbing, and poking. At this time, the sneak attacker was agile and his attacks were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, which made people feel beautiful after seeing her.

Angel, who was attacked in this way, could only retreat step by step, but no matter how she retreated, she could not get rid of a pair of judge pens in the hands of the attacker. The form was extremely dangerous.

"Stop!" Zhao Ziyang yelled, fearing that Angel would be injured, he reached out and took out a large-caliber Desert Eagle and pointed it at the attacker.

A black light struck, and the attacker casually turned over the judge's pen, and shot a copper coin at Zhao Ziyang's pistol.

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang, who had just taken out his pistol, was hit by a coin. His wrist was sore and the Desert Eagle fell to the ground.

It was a hidden weapon again. Zhao Ziyang was horrified. He couldn't imagine how people nowadays could possess such a superb level of hidden weapons.

In a flash, Angel was once again forced back ten steps. As she was dodging the opponent's continuous attacks, her breathing became extremely rapid, and her plump chest rose and fell rapidly, but her left hand was always behind her waist, as if she was preparing a violent blow.

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"Tsk, tsk, little girl, you have a pretty good figure. Are you going to have some fun with me?" The sneak attacker who had cornered Angel made a teasing voice, and a pair of judge pens pointed at Angel's breasts.

Angel was furious after being bullied in this way, with a pair of blue eyes showing substantial murderous intent. Her left hand that had been placed on her lower back suddenly stretched out, holding four pieces of plasticine for drawing between her fingers.

With force, the plasticine flew towards the attacker.

Seeing the flying plasticine, the sneak attacker was startled and immediately swooped backwards.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Four moderate explosions sounded, and the thrown plasticine exploded, making the attacker extremely embarrassed.

After succeeding in this move, Angel immediately rushed forward and pinched the attacker's right wrist. While twisting it, he forced the opponent to throw away the judge's pen. Then he wrapped himself around him, jumped up high with his feet on the ground, and wrapped his feet around the opponent's wrist.

Use the power of twisting the opponent's neck to wrap the opponent to the ground, fold the opponent's arms with both hands, and firmly restrain the opponent with the legs.

This is a typical judo move, but Zhao Ziyang has never seen one as elegant and free as An Qier's.

Just when Angel was completely controlling the other party, her pupils suddenly shrank into a pinprick shape: the sneak attacker smiled at her, and when he grinned, he revealed several black cone-shaped hidden weapons. Ignoring the shouts and curses behind him,

Zhao Ziyang caught up with An Qier in one breath and walked side by side with him.

It was already dark at this time, and the sandy wind unique to desert towns was rising, spreading over the two of them. There were still a few hours before the evening curfew, and the streets in the distance were already deserted, whether they were residents or

When traveling for business, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Angel, here." Zhao Ziyang took out an Arab kerchief and put it in and handed it to Angel.

"No need." Angel refused Zhao Ziyang's kindness and sniffed hard, feeling the dryness mixed with fine sand.

After putting the Arab in and putting it away, Zhao Ziyang followed Angel out of the mercenary camp and stood in front of the door, looking at the dim street lights in the distance and the scattered American troops on the street.
To be continued...