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- The stairs stretched into the distance in front of me, and at the end was a blue sky. The sunlight projected a healthy flavor from the narrow gap onto the palm of my hand, seeping through the fingers and falling on the brand new military boots.
To take it as a good sign, I was covered in new things, inside and out. The underwear the butcher made for me even had the words "New Life" written on it. How disgusting!
You straighten your clothes, put on your sunglasses, and head for the exit facing the light. The gradually rising temperature on my skin told me that I was getting closer and closer to the exit, and the captain¡¯s voice suddenly sounded in my ears: ¡°It¡¯s easy to get out, but it¡¯s not easy to really quit that damn thing.
Believe me! It's as hard as any battle you've ever experienced. You can¡¯t take it lightly just because you¡¯ve walked out of this door. The first shot of the real war has just been fired. "
This passage slowed me down for some reason. !
"You're scared!" The butcher was right behind me. He stopped when he saw me and whispered into my ear from behind.
"So what? Isn't it possible?" I felt sweat on my forehead, but it was definitely not because of the heat.
"Of course! It's not like I'm going to lose any hair!" The butcher passed me and walked to the front. His huge figure blocked the light, allowing me to relax for a moment, and most of the lead weight on my legs loosened.
"If I didn't remind you that Redba was on the delivery table half an hour ago, please don't blame me!" The butcher walked to the exit of the stairs and deliberately turned around and threw out his trump card.
"That's right! If you don't mind! We can come over and bring the baby over to you!" When the speed machine and the devil dragged dirty clothes and sundries past me, the devil's foul mouth mixed with the smell of alcohol and made an annoying sound. But it conveys a fatal message
I never thought that my current body could withstand such a violent exercise. I almost flew over the butcher¡¯s head and out of the cellar door. The originally splendid castle in imagination has turned into the backyard of a mansion in reality. Statues, lawns, fountains, and grape trellises are surrounded by milky white walls, giving it a light European manor style.
In addition to the dazzling sunlight, there is also a tent with unique Arabic characteristics facing the exit of the wine cellar. The servants in simple clothes stood outside the door like guards. Through the gauze curtain, you could see the exquisite fruit pies and Middle Eastern desserts neatly piled into a hill on the bed in the center of the tent. There were people walking around inside, which seemed to be the rest of the wolf pack taking a temporary rest. The place.
The wine cellar that I have been hiding in for the past few days is located behind a very wide building. The entire beige exterior wall with blue glass looks a bit monotonous. It does not even have the simplest Islamic decoration. It looks like it is stacked on top of each other. Matchbox. When I walked through the luxurious back hall towards the door, I unexpectedly found that the aisle was filled with hollow mahogany furniture. The tea table in the middle is decorated with Chinese porcelain, which is very Chinese royal style. Except for the characters in several oil paintings of large-scale hunting scenes hanging on the four walls and the portraits of family ancestors on the wall facing them, all of them are wearing turbans. Apart from the high bridge of the nose, it feels like a courtyard house in old Beijing.
There are rows of heavily armed Humvees parked outside the door, but what attracts more attention is the manor opposite with the same size and layout, but except for half of the wall base and the statue in the fountain in the garden, it has been reduced to ashes.
¡°Keys!¡± I yelled at the doctor who had just gotten out of the bullet-riddled car parked on the side of the road. The military doctor driving next to him was so frightened that he quickly threw the key in his hand into the air and asked me to catch it when I ran into the car door. I never knew I could take a taxi so quickly. I turned on the ignition, shifted into gear, and started in one go, and the car roared out and rushed out.
"Hey! Wait! Someone is in the car!!" The doctor chased behind the car and slapped the rear window.
"Hi! Big Bear. How are you?" I turned around while driving without stopping, and saw Big Bear lying on a stretcher in the back compartment with his face covered in bandages and his hands hanging with liquid. Although I saw an injured person in the car, I had no intention of stopping the car and turning around. I wanted to use a few words to fool him.
The bear groaned in pain, unable to hear what he was saying.
"It seems like your injuries have been taken care of, so you're not in a hurry. Let's go to the hospital first." I tried to shift gears and refuel, but the speed couldn't go up, and the car stopped suddenly when I let go of the accelerator. It feels like the car has been damaged.
"#x#!#%Put it down" Da Xiong tried his best to amplify his voice, but he still couldn't hear clearly.
"Put you down? No! I'm in a hurry, Redba is about to give birth. Can you imagine? I'm going to be a father!" I was so excited that I couldn't stop talking when I thought about having a son.
"I told you to put down the handbrake!" Daxiong finally couldn't stand it anymore, stretched out his hand to pull away the gauze on his face and shouted: "I can't stand it anymore!"
"Oh! Sorry!" After hearing his words, I realized that the reason why the car couldn't pick up the speed was because I didn't put down the handbrake in a hurry, so I quickly released the handbrake. The speed of the car immediately became smoother.
"I'm feeling better now! "Big Bear lay back on the stretcher and groaned comfortably. I was quite embarrassed for making such a rudimentary mistake.
Although the military base is not close to here, Kuwait¡¯s vast buildings are sparse. From a distance, you can still see the images of planes taking off and landing, and the traffic coming and going at the base. It can be easily reached by speeding along the spacious desert road.
"How did you get hurt?" I expressed concern for Daxiong in order to block possible complaints.
"Damn accident! We went to pick up a bunch of damn things from the Yankees, and the car overturned on the road and something leaked out. The smoke that evaporated burned my hands." Big Bear shook his head and suddenly sat up. It seemed that his lower body was not hurt. Injury: "Man! I just got chemical poisoning! Are you going to kill me? Just make me sit up. You're driving so oh! my head!?¡
Didn¡¯t you go to detox? Why did you escape? alright? "
"Almost!" Getting closer and closer to the US military base, there are military police directing traffic on the roadside, and signs of human activity can be seen behind a barbed wire gate in the distance. When I turned onto the road leading to the US military base, I was blocked by dozens of huge container trucks. Since the roadside was lined with sand ditches and abandoned old and expensive cars, it was impossible to pass them by. We could only follow the convoy and look for opportunities to overtake.
"Almost good? It doesn't look like it!" Big Bear used up all the
The detoxification drip was removed from the arm. He straddled the console from behind and sat on the passenger seat, turning to look at me: "You're still sweating a little and drooling! Are you sure you're fine?"
¡°I heard from Hoey that this condition is due to the sequelae of drug damage to the body system, called salivary gland and nerve reflex disorders.
***! ¡°I stretched my head out the window and spit out the saliva in my mouth, and this stuff kept secreting under my tongue.
"You mean you're going to drool every day from now on, like a bulldog!" Big Bear asked with eyes wide open in disbelief. Maybe he was staring too hard. Before he finished speaking, he took out some eye drops and put a few drops in his eyes and closed them: "Those disgusting things almost killed me!"
"Were you burned by chemical weapons? Isn't there any instructions on their packaging?" I saw his face as red as a sunburn through the gauze.
"No! No! It's a private contractor! Just like these guys!" Daxiong pointed to the surrounding containers and large trailers: "I heard that they are Iraqi reconstruction contractors. They have arrived before the army has arrived, and now their number is larger than that of NATO There are still more troops. It is estimated that which bridge in Iraq has been bombed and which radio station or communication facility has been razed has already been written on the contract."
The convoy was moving at a snail's pace and the thick black exhaust changed the color of the rising sand. I sat in the car and looked at the base in front of me, but there was no way to get in. I was so anxious that my head was burning, not to mention being surrounded by a group of people. It's all about truck drivers and their disgusting a** jokes.
"What's going on? What the hell is this?" Because the 7.2mm light machine gun and seatless anti-tank gun originally mounted on the vehicle body had been removed, I got up and left the driver's seat and stuck my head out to stand on the machine gun. While seated, I unexpectedly discovered that the grenade launcher in front of me was not the previous hsgmg or double-mounted TOW bullet launcher, but a strange thing like an m202 multiple rocket launcher!
"I don't know! I just replaced it! I heard it's Australian technology! It was installed by the Americans!" Da Xiong leaned over and pressed the cigarette lighter and said with a sullen voice: "It seems that we have also taken over the task of actual combat testing of weapons. "
"Fuck! How do you use this thing?" I wanted to fire two shots to scare away the driver next to me, but I couldn't find the trigger.
"I don't know! I don't know how to use it. Ask again tomorrow!" Daxiong lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he choked and coughed: "Damn! It felt like my throat was washed after smelling something I don't know what it was. It feels a bit like the first time I smoked in elementary school.¡±
"Your respiratory tract is burned!" I sat down angrily and continued to listen to the two drivers next to me who came from the same place as F. They were talking about what kind of lubrication was better. The winner in the end was cooking oil, which is cheap and widely available. Thinking about the fried bagels I ate earlier, I almost puked on the bear.
"Make way! ***! Move your big butt to a place for me. Otherwise, I will smash it!" We both couldn't stand the anxiety in our hearts. We put down the front windshield and looked forward. We were about to reach the entrance of the base, but suddenly shouted the Toyota Land Cruiser that had parked and blocked half of the road.
"Fuck you!" A dozen big men got out of the car holding various rifles in their hands. They were not wearing military uniforms but they were fully armed. They were all strong and strong, chewing gum and surrounded a middle-aged man in a suit. In the middle, one of them raised his middle finger and cursed.
¡°Fuck me?¡± I don¡¯t know why, but since I was almost sodomized, I can¡¯t hear this word. Every time someone utters this pronunciation, I feel like something is sliding in my butt groove. If you hadn't just come out of the cellar,If I didn't have a gun on me, I would definitely give that guy a shot. If I couldn't kill him, I would scare him. Now that I don't have a pistol, the steering wheel has become my most advantageous weapon.
Relying on my Hummer heavily armored bulletproof vehicle, I stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the Toyota Patrol blocking the front. The bodyguards did not expect that I would suddenly attack. Jumping and rolling, he protected the man in the suit and dodged away. The impact was not as big as expected. The Hummer equipped with a wrecker easily penetrated the front of the SUV into the body of the SUV. As soon as the reverse gear was engaged and the gas was refueled, the Toyota's rear trunk was torn in half by the wrecker hanging on the iron sheet and dragged away.
"Are you crazy?" Those guys stood firm and rushed over, waving their rifle butts and slamming the military windows.
"Hahaha! Are you scolding me again? You ***!" I cursed at them through the shooting port on the car door: "Tax the taxi back to your doghouse!" After that, I increased the accelerator and hit the only remaining car. The half-cut Toyota crashed off the road and flew into the sand control ditch on the side. A guy next to us fired a warning shot at our rear window, but only a white spot was shot on the glass. I saw it was a specially made car. The guy next to him who was banging on the door also realized what was happening and backed away.
¡°Military uniforms from alpha and truspe. Tactical carry gear from blaha, x-metatljuleets sunglasses from oaley¡±? "
Daxiong pulled off the bandage on his face and looked at the guys looking inside the car and murmured: "XM8 sample gun? I can't believe that the Americans actually handed over the field testing of the next generation army's replacement weapons to these hippies! QiLong? Brand bulletproof vest. Which ditch is this thing from?"
"Packaged walking display cabinets in boutiques." I laughed when I said this, thinking that when I first entered this industry, I also liked to buy these expensive gimmicks to satisfy my vanity.
"Maybe they are also very good soldiers." Da Xiong pointed to the painted words on the SUV door hanging in front of the military head: "Look!
Battleship! No wonder he was able to get xm8's actual combat test qualification. His founder is the chairman of the Pentagon's Defense Policy Committee and serves as a director of many private defense and armed companies. "
"You have to rely on the mountains to support you, and you can rely on the water to survive! 30% of the budget for the Iraq war is for mercenaries. There is no reason not to take a bite of such a big cake. Especially when the budget is in your own hands!" I said to him. The guys outside the window gestured with their middle fingers, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the checkpoint at the entrance of the base. Many senior officials in the U.S. government have close ties with large defense contractors, and these companies receive tens of billions of dollars in contracts from the Pentagon every year.
Because we had the pass, we easily entered the heavily guarded base. The Americans spread cement on the sand and placed rows of buildings on it like stacking blocks, so from a distance the entire base looked like it was on the beach. cake on the table. The entire base is like a city,
Clothing, food, housing, transportation, and entertainment are all provided in all areas. Our car drove through one large warehouse after another, which was a simple military camp. Some soldiers were reading novels outside the door. Some were listening to music and basking in the sun, a very relaxing scene.
After finding out that the military hospital was at the other end of the base, I drove to the busiest square in the center of the base. The middle section of the wide and flat cement road was the central square, where South Asian and Arab businessmen peddled to the soldiers carrying mules under the surveillance of American soldiers. Various commodities, including carpets from Turkey, jewelry from India, traditional machetes from the Arabian Peninsula Young soldiers who set foot on a foreign land for the first time were wandering around in small groups picking up items as if they were shopping to buy tourist souvenirs.
After passing the Dao Nei Gang and walking a little further in, you will find the territory of the command post. Soldiers wearing different military uniforms began to appear on the road, the Army in khaki, and the British troops in more brown colors. Digital camouflage design for the United States Marine Corps. Everyone wore hats, and all the female soldiers had their hair tied into their helmets. It was impossible to tell the difference between men and women without looking carefully. Walking further through the command area, you can see the medical station where military doctors and nurses in white coats come and go. Separated from the hospital is the camp of "private contractors" who are dressed more casually. You can see a lot at a glance. acquaintance.
"When I rushed into the military medical station, I picked up the doctor on duty who was napping with his head propped up, shook off his sleeping bugs and glasses, and roared against her nose, drilling behind her eardrums. Only then did I find out that Redba just started having labor pains, and after a prenatal check-up, she went back and was not in the hospital at all.
"Fuck! Butcher, you bastard, you lied to me again!" He rushed out of the medical station and ran towards the camp. He saw the bodyguards standing in line at the door getting off the truck that had just been parked and walking into a barracks nearby, smoking and lighting a fire. The one who was lagging behind happened to turn around and face me, pointing his finger at me and opening my mouth to call out to the friend who had just entered the door in front of me. I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. The big bear next to him punched him in the stomach in time to offset his resistance, and I carried him away while holding his stomach. After I turned around their station and made sure that no one heard him calling, I threw him into the trash can at the corner. Big Bear lifted two heavy-duty Kafeng trucks from the side and replaced them with several hundred kilograms of tire pressure. on the lid of the box, and then pat it on your handsThe dust ghost smiled and signaled that it was okay for me to leave first, so I ran away quickly.
But when I rushed into her tent calling redba¡¯s name anxiously, what I saw was Jieli. Miles, the female reporter, was sitting alone in the room.
"Uhwhy are you here?" I was stunned: "What aboutredba? That's right.
¡A woman with blond hair, blue eyes, and a big belly. "I don't know if she knows Redba, but she can only gesture with her hands in front of her belly. I feel like my behavior is a bit silly.
"She went to watch a game!" Jie Li was not surprised when she saw me, but I amused her with my clumsy gestures. After speaking, he pointed to the parking lot not far from the tent where people gathered.
"What? Didn't she start to have labor pains? She's still running around? You're a crazy woman who doesn't want her life!" I saw the dense crowd in the distance. If there weren't bursts of crazy shouting, it wouldn't be a peaceful event.
"Excuse me!" I grabbed a pair of plastic handcuffs on the table and rushed out of the tent, gnashing my teeth and cursing in my heart: A few days ago, I pretended to be like the Virgin Mary, and now I haven't seen her for a few days. The madness has set in again.
When he broke through the wall of people and rushed into the circle amidst the yelling, he saw clearly that it was the werewolf and the genius who were setting up a stall to gamble.
The kitten and the beauty were wearing bikinis and holding up their helmets while wandering around a Hummer. The genius stood on the table, his face covered in oil paint, shirtless and showing rows of ribs, shouting vigorously: "Next one! Extremely strong. A werewolf from Ukraine, a country rich in strongmen. Let¡¯s place your bets on how far a five-ton Hummer can push eight beauties in one go.¡±
When I was wondering when werewolves became Ukrainians, several half-naked female soldiers sitting on the front of the car got into the car and exposed a push pile installed in the front of the Humvee. It was a thing used by American football defensive players to practice hitting. Distance markers were painted on the ground behind the car. The werewolf and other people were shirtless, showing off their strong muscles like a bodybuilding competition. Accompanied by the sounds of men placing bets and the screams of female soldiers, stacks of dollar bills were thrown directly into the helmets in the hands of the kitten and the beauty without tearing the seals.
After a while, a mountain of banknotes was piled up in front of the genius. No one placed any more bets. After that, the werewolf put on his helmet and walked to a place two steps away from the Hummer. He stopped, put on his anti-collision helmet, shook his head, and rushed towards the Hummer with a strange scream. The car, its huge body hit the push pile like a tank, pushing against the Hummer and a car of women who were screaming crazily, making two long tire marks on the scale amid the sound of refueling.
"Mi! Haha." The genius suddenly jumped down from the table and shouted crazily, while there was a burst of helpless cursing.
??????????????? It seemed like he was just killing me, he didn¡¯t even hear my voice calling him.
"Avril! Avril. Rebecca. Come out! Where are you hiding?" I thought Redba would be next to an acquaintance.
But after looking for a long time, she could not be found. I was so anxious that I started to shout and paw around in the crowd.
Since being too hasty to strike will inevitably lead to some seriousness, a good-tempered person will just curse a few words, while a bad-tempered person will reach out.
I don¡¯t know if it was because of being imprisoned for half a month, but I was also very irritable. Anyone who showed any intention of attacking me would be slapped to the ground by me. Even though I know what I'm doing is wrong, I still can't stop fighting back against any hostility!
Until there was the sound of the wheel cover being ripped open by the sticky tape behind me, I suddenly turned around and saw someone taking out an M9 pistol. Before I could think about it, I reached out and grabbed the tip of the gun. He held the pistol slide tightly to ensure that the pistol could not load the bullet.
"Let go!" The black man who grabbed the gun by me slapped it twice and was unable to take the gun away from my hand. He was so anxious that he stretched out his thumb to open the cocking safety, cocked the hammer and threatened: "I'm going to shoot!"
"The next time you say this, it's best to hold it in your hand. He glanced at the left hand holding the gun and said in front of the tiger's mouth. The M9's extractor hook that is standard in the US military also has a bullet-in-chamber indicator function. When the bullet is in the chamber When there is bullet inside, pump
The shell hook will protrude and display a red visual mark on the side. I can feel it by touch even at night and now I don't see any color.
After he finished speaking, I took advantage of the moment when he was stunned. I pressed the detachable rotating handle on the side of the gun body with my thumb and pushed it all the way down. Then I pulled it back. The slide and barrel were separated from the gun body and came into my hand.
"Don't move!" The sound of loading was heard from the side, and then someone shouted: "There are bullets in the chamber this time. Raise your hands and don't move!"
I raised my hands and turned to look at the person pointing the gun at me, who was also a second lieutenant of the Marine Corps. A row of people stood behind him, supporting a man who had just been knocked down by me and glaring at him. Those people were dressed strangelyWearing black and white spotted military uniforms, most of them have Middle Eastern looks, and half of them wear standard glasses. The letters "flf" are embroidered on the armband. But he didn't have a gun on him.
"Bang!" I held the barrel and sleeve of the gun and held it up until it was eye level with him and handed it over. I suddenly let go halfway and the sleeve and barrel fell to the ground. The second lieutenant holding the gun opposite did not change his posture, but My eyes were involuntarily attracted away from my hands by the falling sleeve. The human eye has the physiological instinct to constantly pursue new images, which is a need for human self-defense. The high-intensity anti-jamming practice of snipers allowed me to resist this instinctive temptation, and I have to review it every year. The civilian second lieutenant certainly had no training in this area.
When he realized his mistake and came to his senses, I stretched out my hand without stopping and had already grabbed the decocking lever at the end of the M9 gun in his hand and pushed it to a safe position. Thereby disconnecting the trigger from the hammer/sealer, pushing the tail of the firing pin open. Even if the hammer falls, it cannot push the firing pin forward to strike the primer in the chamber and lower the hammer to return to the cocking state. Then he reached toward his arms and forcefully snatched the weapon from his hand.
"Wow!" Seeing that I had fired the guns of two American soldiers, the other guys carrying weapons next to me couldn't figure out the situation, but they still took out their weapons and pointed them at me. But no one gave the order and I didn't know whether to shoot or not.
"Calm down! Calm down! I'm here! I have something to say!" So many people pulling out guns naturally alerted the geniuses who were immersed in the excitement of counting money. When they saw that I was surrounded by people with guns, they quickly ran over to block me. Someone else's gun came to my rescue. The werewolves were not so polite and took out their guns one after another. Mao Mao even more exaggeratedly turned the vehicle-mounted gunner and pointed it at the crowd and cursed: "Everyone, put down your guns! How many heads will you get if you mess with me in my camp? Are you the one who started it? Stand up!"
"It's not me! It's not me!" Everyone knew what to do when they saw a gun bigger than themselves, and the strange group of "American troops" left in a hurry under the escort of bodyguards. Others were afraid of getting into trouble and gave up space one after another. Fighting in the camp was a very common thing, but if someone fired a gun, they would have to go to a military court. Even if you are a bystander, it is the same, so it is better to stand far away, after all, swords and guns have no eyesight.
"Who can't you attack? Those "democrats"? That is the Free Iraqi Army composed of Iraqi dissidents who are anti-Saddam's government." "The genius pulled me back to the gambling table and swept the banknotes on the table into the mail bag he prepared:" It is said that Iraqis who have received civilized education from all over the world have thrown themselves into the arms of the US military in order to build a democratic Iraq and started a war. when. They will be the guides of the US military, the eyes and ears of the US military, and the translators of the US military. "
"Freedom Army? Damn! Free ass! Another guy who trades for fame in the name of freedom. I remember someone said when describing Saddam: Only those who strongly pursue personal freedom will implement independence after taking power!! ! Because what it wants is to be free alone." I suddenly realized that the word "traitor" actually has a variant form of "brother": "He is clearly a traitor!"
"That's how it is with the Iraqis! The Americans are very tight on their babies now. They are under great protection and their identities are kept secret."
The werewolf smiled: "It is said that Saddam's eldest son once found the residence of a British immigrant who joined this team's relatives in Manchester, and sent someone to chop them into pieces of meat, put them in oil barrels, and mail them to Liverpool."
"I feel sorry for him!" I threw the 9 in my hand to the civilian lieutenant who had been standing beside me hesitantly and did not leave: "I was too impulsive just now! I'm sorry! I apologize!"
"Have you finished quitting drugs?" The werewolf waited for the lieutenant to put away his gun and hurried away, then turned around and asked: "Why are you here if you don't recover your physical fitness?"
"I'm looking for redba. The woman has already begun to have labor pains and she ran out with her stomach bulging to watch the fun." Watching other people gather together again, waving banknotes and starting to shout. I can't help but admire their high level of gambling.
"Redba? We didn't see her!" The werewolf turned to ask the others, but everyone said they had not seen him.
"I just saw her look at her for a moment and then leave. Maybe she went to eat!" The beauty pointed to a huge warehouse not far away and said: "Pregnant women are easily tired. They are also very good at eating, especially pregnant women. Before giving birth."
"Why?"
"It takes a lot of effort to give birth!" The beauty slapped the pioneer who asked the question: "Do you think it's spitting? Even if it is spitting, it will weigh seven or eight kilograms and you will be exhausted!"
Having no interest in listening to them joking about giving birth, I followed the crowd and squeezed to the entrance of the canteen, jumped over the guardrail and jumped in line to get through the entrance of the canteen, which was only one person wide. The inside was a place almost the same size as an indoor gymnasium. The canteen is divided into two rows on the left and right with various soft drink machines, coffee machines and refrigerators for storing milk and juice in the middle. There are also tables for ice cream and dessert cakes at the east and west ends. It is now in a hurry.When dinner begins, thousands of people are as orderly as products on a production line: get bottles of water, trays, plates, knives and forks, and serve rice
"Avril. Rebecca! Avril. Rebecca!" I shouted twice and then the back of my head hurt. When I turned around, I saw Redba standing there with a big belly and a big tray. Cups and plates are listed above, including main dishes, side dishes, salads and fruits.
"Crazy woman! Why are you running away with such a big belly?" Before I could curse, there was a plate in my hand. The food on it was so high that it could reach the tip of my nose.
"Let's go!" Redba didn't take my anger seriously at all. He turned around and took the lead in taking the fries and walking ahead to eat.
"Hey! Smelly woman! I'm talking to you!" He followed her like a follower, carrying food but not daring to throw it away. He could only shout at the back of her head as he walked: "You're going to have a baby soon!" Your nerves are short-circuited! You are still running around."
"Chicken legs!" The woman in front of her didn't even look back, she just turned over her hands and snorted leisurely.
"Huh? Oh!" I quickly picked out the chicken legs from the plate and handed them to her. Her nonchalant attitude. There's nothing I can do about it.
"Did you listen to me? I told you that you have begun to have labor pains. You will give birth in a few hours at most. Why are you still running around and asking others to get food for you? What if you get bumped? What should I do?"
"Who did I ask to get it for me these past few months? You? Where have you been these past few months? Who did I ask to get it for me just now? You? Where were you just now? Who will I get it for in the future? You? Where will you be in the future? "Redba gnawed away the chicken legs and looked back at me, threw the chicken bones on the plate and stretched out her hand: "Milkshake!"
"I" I was interrupted mid-sentence. I suddenly realized that this woman was really my nemesis. No matter how angry I was, she would always dispel it with a few words.
"You didn't mean what you said in the wine cellar that day, did you?" I suddenly remembered the "heartless" words she said that day: "I'm fine now! We can quit the mercenary circle together. Come back to me China, go to **, there are also thousands of miles away, and no one can find us. We can survive no matter how difficult it is" Just as he was talking, a bag of white powder was thrown into the dinner plate, and when he saw the pure Color, words can no longer be said smoothly: " quite quite got over it"
Looking at the white powder in front of me, I feel like I am running out of air. Breathing became more and more rapid. The stimulating feeling of being drugged exploded in my head, and my spine was like an oversized battery, constantly sending out pleasant currents. Even the hundreds of injured and healed scars all over my body felt warm and comfortable, but When I looked away from the dangerous thing, the pleasure in my body disappeared instantly, replaced by the pain of drug addiction. The huge contrast made it impossible for me to adapt. In order to escape the pain, I could only stare at the transparent plastic bag and refused to move away. Even longing for
"If you want it, you can take it" After redba finished her milkshake, she picked up a box of salad from the side of the white powder bag and started stuffing it into her mouth. She looked at me staring at the thing and said with a smile.
"II" I swallowed the gushing saliva with difficulty. Rationally, I knew that if I picked up that thing, I would be doomed. However, my desire for the pleasure of ecstasy prevented me from refusing.
"If you want it, you can take it" redba's voice kept swirling in my mind like a magic spell. Thinking of the pleasure that would bring if I sucked this thing into my body, the pores in my body kept trembling.
"If you want it, you can take it"
"If you want it, you can take it"
"if¡¡"
"If your mother's head" I was in great pain from the endless demonic sounds in my mind. I grabbed the powder packet on the plate and threw it to the ground with all my strength. It exploded all over the sky and the ground. I didn't have time to cover it up, and the scattered dust got into my nostrils. I was so frightened that I quickly grabbed the water bottle that fell on the ground, poured it on my face, and washed my face with all my strength.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He threw away the water bottle in his hand and blew (xig) hard against his nostrils, wishing he could squeeze his brain out of his nostrils.
"Haha!" When I was worried about how many drugs I had inhaled, Redba next to me suddenly chuckled: "Look, I scared you. It doesn't matter! That was milk powder just now!"
"What are you talking about?" I was stunned when I suddenly heard this.
"Milk powder!" Redba stood aside and looked at me with a sly expression on her face, holding a spoon of ice cream in her mouth: "You're not bad! You can actually overcome your addiction."
"Kill your head! Try this damn thing on me? You scared me to death! You woman is really crazy, crazy!" When he heard that he had been deceived, he was glad that he did not take drugs again. of the fire pit, on the other hand irritated by his lover's distrust.
"tryWhat about you? Bite me? "Redba had a fearless expression on her face, as if she was certain that I wouldn't dare do anything to her.
"I'm telling you! Don't think that I won't dare to touch you because you're pregnant." I rolled up my sleeves and showed the tangled muscles on my forearm, either to scare her or to encourage myself.
"Come on! Come on!" Redba stretched her face towards me, leaning forward with her belly as if she would fall down at any time.
"No! If I don't spank you twice, you will have to go to heaven." I pulled her around, hugged her, reached out and slapped her on the butt.
But when I waved my hand away for the second time, I felt my hands were wet.
"What the hell!" Shaking the liquid on my hand, I smelled a pungent smell.
"Uh that Xing Tian! Did I tell you my amniotic water broke!"
Redba said with a proud face. After saying that, he deliberately raised his buttocks: "Come on! Two more spanks! It's very deflated."
"Sheepwater broke?" I looked at her soaked military pants and my eyes widened. The horror in my heart was comparable to the first time I killed someone: "It's so fun"
I picked up this beauty who was in pain but still clutching the ice cream and ran to the military hospital: "Damn it! There is something wrong with your woman's brain. You will never be allowed to take care of the child alone. You must not"
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