Zhao Ziyang, who rushed back to the station but couldn't find Angel's person, kicked open Seth's door and lifted him to the computer with one hand, asking him to immediately locate Angel's location.

"Special Forces, can you be gentler?" Seth patted Zhao Ziyang's hand and couldn't help laughing when he saw the wounds on Zhao Ziyang's face: "Hahaha, Special Forces, you were beaten. It seems you didn't hurt Captain Angel.

The service is great, is it not working properly? Hahaha..."

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang slapped Seth hard and shouted angrily: "Asshole, find Angel out for me quickly, or I will tear you to pieces and feed you to the wolves."

Seth blinked a little confused, touched his slapped head and said in confusion: "Special Forces, what's wrong with you? Captain Angel went to the Egyptian base, didn't she tell you? Didn't you...

…”

As he spoke, Seth couldn't help laughing again. Zhao Ziyang's current embarrassed appearance must have been caused by An Qier's beating, otherwise who could do anything to him? It must have been his lack of ability that made An Qier angry, so he beat him severely.

Had a meal.

Alas, Easterners just can't do it and lack the ability.

Hearing Seth's words, Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and no longer paid attention to the meaning of this guy's words.

"It's okay." Zhao Ziyang turned around and was about to go out.

"Hey, wait." Seth stopped Zhao Ziyang, pulled Zhao Ziyang aside mysteriously, looked around and then whispered to him: "Special Forces, do you want to do a business?"

The business of lurkers is basically handled by Seth. He built a special website for lurkers. Some customers will contact him through the website to post employment tasks, and then Seth will screen them and find some tasks to hand over.

The team leader will collect the deposit and start the task after the team leader confirms the acceptance.

With Seth around, lurkers no longer have to look for tasks from mercenary brokers to accept exploitation. You must know that after each task, a commission of 5% to 15% will be paid to the broker as an information fee.

These guys eat people but don't spit out bones, but their network of people is truly unmatched by anyone.

"What business?" Zhao Ziyang asked Seth, touching his sore nose.

"Come, follow me."

Seth pulled Zhao Ziyang to the computer and opened a picture for Zhao Ziyang to take a look at.

"What is this?" Zhao Ziyang saw six round warheads imprisoned on a carrier. Judging from the size and texture of these warheads, one could easily feel the powerful energy contained in the warheads.

"VA tactical nuclear warheads, six in total, good stuff!" Seth patted the computer and continued to whisper to Zhao Ziyang: "This is an American nuclear warhead. It is not easy to make."

Hearing Seth say that this was a nuclear warhead, Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"Didn't Gaddafi ask us to find nuclear warheads? Then let's snatch this batch of nuclear warheads and give them to him, which will settle the debt." Seth said easily, completely ignoring Zhao Ziyang's discolored face.

"I have fully investigated and found out that this business is being sold to the outside world by a high-level military officer within the US military. We can definitely get involved, steal the money, and then steal the nuclear warheads and give them to Gaddafi. I

I think this business can be done."

"Damn, are you crazy? This will kill us!"

Nuclear warheads are the last thing mercenaries can touch. Once they come into contact with them, they will be pursued relentlessly by all countries until they are all killed.

"Special Forces, what's there to be afraid of? It's just a few US military personnel who are preparing to destroy nuclear warheads. There won't be any problem." Seth still had a relaxed look on his face. It was obvious that this guy was an obsessive man.

Zhao Ziyang frowned. He suddenly thought of a question, a question that could make them rise quickly.

"Seth, who else have you told about the nuclear warhead?"

"No." Seth said to Zhao Ziyang with certainty: "Speaking of the special forces, did you have a lot of shit in Seth's head that day? I can only tell you about this kind of thing, my mouth is very tight."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Ziyang asked Seth.

"Don't worry." Seth patted his chest and assured Zhao Ziyang: "Each nuclear warhead has its own specific password. I can cut off the connection between the nuclear warhead and the White House of the United States, erase all the information on it and replace it with our password.

.Then the nuclear warheads are handed over to Gaddafi. These six nuclear warheads will be under our control at any time and will become our trump card for self-protection."

Zhao Ziyang frowned and paced back and forth in the room, thinking about the feasibility of this matter. Mastering a nuclear warhead can bring disaster to himself, but is it not a means of self-protection and deterrence?

A crazy idea took root in Zhao Ziyang's heart and grew rapidly. He suddenly felt excited, as excited as playing Russian roulette.

"Boss, we must get the tactical satellites ready before this happens, otherwise it will not be easy to control the nuclear warheads."

"No problem!" Zhao Ziyang nodded seriously, his eyes filled with crazy flames.

When these two lunatics met, they burst out with crazy thoughts that were difficult for humans to stop. They immediately sat down to study the feasibility of the matter, and worked out a rough action plan until late at night. Of course, Deputy Chief Pandora also participated, and she

Not too crazy, just a pervert.

Zhao Ziyang, who returned to his room, lay on the bed and lit a cigarette, thinking about what benefits the nuclear warhead could bring them.

At present, Gaddafi's attitude towards lurkers is gradually becoming clearer. Most of them are promoted by First Lady Shafitt, but why does Shafitt help him? This is a question that I can't figure out clearly. Is it possible?

What traps will there be?

As he thought about it, Zhao Ziyang felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, which made his breathing a little uncomfortable. With this unspeakable irritation, he could clearly see that his skin gradually turned red, and the temperature of his entire body began to rise.

, in the end it actually made him feel like he was being burned.

This feeling is the same as the feeling of swallowing that leaf, but it is much lighter than that, and the body can fully bear it.

Zhao Ziyang quietly watched the abnormality in his body and did not act rashly. At least until now, he knew that the difference in his body would not harm him. Or was this another so-called evolution?

A very strange thought appeared in Zhao Ziyang's alarm clock. He felt that he was ridiculous. How could this be evolution? It should be more of a disease.

After about half an hour, the burning heat in my body subsided, and dried blood scars fell off my face. The wounds completely improved, leaving only shallow white spots where the scars were.

Touching his face, Zhao Ziyang smiled. His cell regeneration ability is now stronger than before, and his skin is better. In Chinese terms, he is a pretty boy, a young lady, and he is still very tender.

No longer paying attention to his body, Zhao Ziyang fell back to sleep. He had not had a good rest for a long time, so he took advantage of the current leisure to recuperate. The battle will come at any time, and there is only one thing to do in his free time: adjust.

This is the life of a mercenary, and the melody of life is combat.

Early the next morning, after learning that Angel had indeed arrived at the Egyptian military base, Zhao Ziyang was completely relieved. Angel needed to adjust her mood. Maybe it would be good to go to Egypt to relax. He would have a good talk with her when her mood calmed down.

Bar.

However, Zhao Ziyang could only smile bitterly when he thought of An Qier's two attempts to escape. The leader of the Lurker mercenary group was Angel, and as the leader of the group, she ran away easily and used herself as a mule.

Fortunately, Zhao Ziyang has become accustomed to his current role. There is no big difference between the days with the group leader and the days without the group leader. He still has to do everything.

"Special Forces, hehehe..." Linghu's voice came, and he walked towards Zhao Ziyang with a smile behind his back.

After seeing Linghu, Zhao Ziyang's mind was confused again. He had no idea how to deal with his relationship with Angel and Linghu.

"One two one! One two one! One two three four!"

"one two three four!"

The sound of running numbers came from the station, and Pandora led the mercenaries out for morning exercises.

Mercenaries will also maintain maintenance training even when they have no mission. Like the troops, they have to go out for morning exercises every day, conduct two to three hours of physical training every day, and do some tactical research and training in the rest of the time.

They are also soldiers. As long as they are soldiers, they need strict discipline. Daily training is an important means to maintain their discipline.

"Are you here to draw blood again?" Zhao Ziyang very wisely stretched his right arm towards Linghu, waiting for her to draw blood.

Habits become natural, and Linghu will not take the initiative to look for him without drawing blood.

"No blood draw, I'm here to bring you breakfast." Linghu opened her eyes with a beautiful and serious expression, her golden hair gently fluttering with the morning breeze, and she looked extremely beautiful.

While speaking, Linghu stretched out his hand in front of Zhao Ziyang. In his left hand was a piece of delicate cake, and in his right hand was a cup of hot milk. After handing the cake and cow brain to Zhao Ziyang, the little girl took out a cooked cake from her pocket.

eggs, and peeled off the egg skins for Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang was not polite. He ate the breakfast prepared by Linghu in a few mouthfuls, stood up and closed the door.

"Linghu, Angel knows about our affairs." Zhao Ziyang told Linghu about their affairs calmly and naturally.

I don't know why, but he didn't have any scruples when he told Linghu about this matter. Maybe it was because Linghu was very calm about the relationship between the two.

"Huh?" Linghu was stunned, with a curious expression on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Special Forces, is the little Angel delicious?"

This sentence made Zhao Ziyang feel depressed for a while. He didn't know what Linghu was thinking. Anyway, within the scope of his knowledge, he knew that a woman's first time was very important. If he didn't deeply like another person, he would never treat it like this.

Give it to the other party for the first time.

"Don't you think it's bad for you to ask this?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Linghu rubbed his nose cutely, blinked and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Special Forces soldier, you are such an idiot, how can you tell Angel this kind of thing? You will affect my relationship with little Angel.

!”

"But I can't lie to her, right?" Facing Linghu's way of speaking, Zhao Ziyang felt even more helpless.

"Won't you forget?" Linghu stretched out his finger and tapped Zhao Ziyang's head, curled his lips and said, "I'm just borrowing some sperm from you. I really don't know what you are thinking about in your head every day."

Zhao Ziyang's face turned dark. He didn't know how to talk to Linghu anymore. For this scientific madman, everything she did was for her own research, and losing her virginity had nothing to do with her.

"I'm telling you, you'd better stop dragging me into you and Angel. I'm very busy and there are still many experiments to be conducted. Stretch out your arms."

Zhao Ziyang, who really didn't know what to say, stretched out his arm, preparing to receive Linghu's blood draw.

With a "swish" sound, a scalpel appeared in Linghu's hand, and she swung it towards the muscles on Zhao Ziyang's arm.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ziyang was shocked and quickly stretched out his arm.

"What a fuss!" Linghu curled his lips, playing with the scalpel in Lao Gao's hand, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "Special Forces, how about you lend me a piece of meat for a few days?"

Instead of drawing blood, we borrow meat instead?!

Zhao Ziyang felt like he wanted to commit suicide by hitting the wall. Meeting the spirit fox was the greatest misfortune in his life.

"Just one piece, okay..." Linghu pouted and showed her coquettishness to Zhao Ziyang, rubbing Zhao Ziyang's body with a pair of plump breasts.

The faint fragrance spread to Zhao Ziyang's nostrils, reminding him of the madness with Linghu that day and the blood stains on the sheets, so he could not refuse this excessive request.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's acquiescence, Linghu raised his knife and cut off a piece of muscle as big as a thumb from Zhao Ziyang's arm and placed it in a sterile box.

"Special Forces, you're so kind, boo..." Linghu happily put away the box and kissed Zhao Ziyang, patted his shoulder and stood up and said, "By the way, I'm afraid I have to borrow sperm from you. You drank last time.

, I was afraid of affecting the genetic inheritance of the test subjects, so I took contraceptive measures. Well...I will compensate you for this, so let's do this for now."

After finishing speaking, Linghu left the dull-looking Zhao Ziyang and walked towards his laboratory calmly and gracefully, without any awkwardness or inappropriateness.
Chapter completed!