Chapter 54 Borrowing Seed
Zhao Zhengrong pulled the quilt open to wrap the girl's body, threw her inside, and motioned Zhao Ziyang to sit down.
"Have a cigarette?" Zhao Zhengrong threw a cigarette to Zhao Ziyang, lit it for him, then lit one for himself and took a big puff.
Neither of them spoke for a long time. Zhao Zhengrong was reminiscing and Zhao Ziyang was waiting.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a mercenary." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang with a smile, pointing at himself and said: "I have never been a mercenary, but I have done things that are crazier than mercenaries. You are right, I participated in the self-defense counterattack war. I went to the battlefield at the age of 16 in 1980, and withdrew from the Sino-Vietnamese border in 1989. At the age of 25, I was already a veteran who had experienced many battles. Then I retired and went abroad. I participated in the Gulf War, the Yugoslav Civil War, the Ethiopian War, and the Yugoslav War. I have lived for more than 40 years, and most of my time has been spent on the battlefield."
Hearing Zhao Zhengrong talking about his own history, Zhao Ziyang nodded. Although he had not experienced it, he knew the cruelty of the self-defense counterattack war, the cruelty of the Gulf War, and the madness of the wars in Yugoslavia and Ethiopia. Perhaps Zhao Zhengrong was the only one who could survive so many wars. He who could survive was a well-deserved king of the battlefield.
The skill of sniping high-speed targets in that first-hand activity was not acquired in the training ground, but was forced out in the war. Indeed, he was much crazier than a mercenary, but in what capacity did he participate in so many foreign wars?
Zhao Zhengrong noticed this doubt. He grinned and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Our country's army does not have foreign soldiers, but foreign countries do. Most of them have a foreign legion. Oh, actually, they are similar to mercenaries, but I don't think so, hahaha..."
After all, they are still mercenaries, just like the French Foreign Legion. It’s just that Zhao Zhengrong, a veteran who has fought in the self-defense counterattack war for nearly ten years, is unwilling to admit it.
"What about you now?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhengrong.
"Hey, now all I have to do is take care of my son in his old age and raise him to a decent level. Don't think about anything else. It's useless to think too much." Zhao Zhengrong had an indifferent expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a sorrow that came from the vicissitudes of life.
Seeing Zhao Zhengrong's appearance, Zhao Ziyang did not continue asking. Although he was curious about how Zhao Zhengrong's wife died, he knew that this should be Zhao Zhengrong's biggest scar.
Mercenaries have no good ending, no matter what, no matter how much money they make. Every person they kill on the battlefield will be recorded, and these dead souls will come to claim their lives sooner or later. You have to admit this, no one who kills too much will have a good ending.
In the end, either they are killed by their enemies, or they die on their own.
"Why have you moved back and forth over the years?" Zhao Ziyang thought for a moment and asked Zhao Zhengrong this question.
"To avoid enemies." Zhao Zhengrong stated the reason very straightforwardly. He laughed at himself and continued to Zhao Ziyang: "The enemies I provoked are not any particular people or organizations. The United States wants my life, Colombia wants my life, Italy wants my life, Spain wants my life, South Korea wants my life. Anyway, there are too many people who want my life. I have to run. How can I go through so many countries with my family?"
Zhao Zhengrong's enemy is the country. What kind of big mess did he cause? Zhao Ziyang's eyes were filled with horror. He really couldn't imagine what this middle-aged man in front of him had done.
"Okay, let's stop talking." Zhao Zhengrong waved his hand and stood up and said, "You don't need to know this. Damn it, I can't sleep anyway, so why don't you go have a drink with me?"
"Okay!" Zhao Ziyang nodded.
Since Zhao Zhengrong didn't want to talk anymore, there was no need to say more. He didn't need to know the other party's identity, nor did he want to know. He, as a lurker, couldn't be involved in too many unexpected factors at this critical juncture.
The two did not talk about mercenaries anymore, they just drank there. It seemed that there was no point in finding the sniper. It was enough to know Zhao Zhengrong's other identity. The other party would definitely not choose to set foot in the mercenary world again, and the lurkers could not collect such a battlefield king for the time being, and the loss outweighed the gain.
They drank until dawn, both of them were drunk. To be honest, when you meet someone who has similar experiences to you in a foreign country, you can only sigh with each other over wine. This is a typical case of being helpless.
Neither of them noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching them on the second floor. It was Zhao Changzheng. He had been woken up long ago and had heard the conversation between Zhao Ziyang and his father.
Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang fell on the bed and fell asleep. At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to do anything, and was exhausted physically and mentally. When he faced Zhao Zhengrong's helpless and desolate eyes, he couldn't help but think of his parents at home, and his classmates and comrades. He had no choice, and he had no choice now. He had to go down this road with no turning back until the end of his life...
Linghu quietly walked into Zhao Ziyang's room at some point, biting her lip as she looked at Zhao Ziyang lying naked on the bed, with an indescribable look in her eyes. She stood there thinking, thinking about what to do.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang fell into a deep sleep. One reason was the effect of alcohol, and the other was that his body's self-protection function was familiar with the smell of the fox spirit and did not remind him.
Linghu clenched her fist tightly, walked slowly to the bedside, frowned at Zhao Ziyang's clean body, and stretched out a hand to touch Zhao Ziyang. But she retracted her hand just after she stretched it out a little, and she was still considering whether to do so.
Gradually, Linghu's confused look was replaced by a determined madness. She reached out to take off her clothes, revealing her proud white body.
Taking a light step forward, Linghu sat on the bed, slowly lay down, and gently turned over to roll to Zhao Ziyang's side.
A slightly hurried sound came out of Linghu's nostrils. Her body turned a rosy red due to nervousness. She didn't know where to put her hands. She clenched and unclenched her fists from time to time to ease her mood.
After a long while, the fox spirit stared at Zhao Ziyang's crotch, then turned over and moved closer, opened her mouth and took it in, letting the thing in her mouth grow little by little, until it expanded to the extreme and made her mouth unable to bear it.
This feeling was so strong that Zhao Ziyang turned over and a big smile appeared on his face. He saw Angel in his dream.
"Angel..." Zhao Ziyang reached out and held Linghu in his arms, kissed Linghu's body with his hot lips, and buried his head between her soft breasts.
He used his legs to spread the fox's legs apart, and instinctively pushed his hips forward, allowing his almost exploding body to enter the slippery water, doing the instinctive reaction that a mature person can do.
A pain came, and Linghu's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lips tightly and hugged Zhao Ziyang's arms with both hands to withstand Zhao Ziyang's impact.
The tearing feeling and the feeling of a foreign object entering her body made her very uncomfortable, but as she sprinted faster and faster, an indescribable wonderful feeling rose from her body. Linghu opened her eyes and watched carefully how Zhao Ziyang sprinted and how he growled. This is the whole process of human beings creating life. When this process happens to herself, Linghu will never miss it. She has to feel it carefully and feel the sacredness with her heart.
When the storm ended, Zhao Ziyang opened his eyes, panting: This was a dream, a damn erotic dream!
But when he opened his eyes, his whole body was completely stiff, and he stared at Linghu lying under his body with his eyes open. This was not a dream, but a real thing, but the protagonist was different from the protagonist in the dream, this was Linghu!
"Hehehe..." The fox smiled and licked the dazed Zhao Ziyang with his tongue. He said with a sense of accomplishment, "Special Forces soldier, I thought you were so strong. How come you finished in less than half an hour?"
Zhao Ziyang was stunned and didn't know what to say. He had never thought that something would happen between him and Linghu. Linghu was a crazy scientific researcher. Zhao Ziyang never thought of Linghu as a woman, and he kept a respectful distance from Linghu. This woman would draw blood from him whenever she saw him.
The fox licked Zhao Ziyang's lips again, then put her arms around his neck and asked him, "Special Forces soldier, are you a virgin?"
Zhao Ziyang nodded mechanically.
"Hmm." The fox spirit's brown eyes rolled upwards slightly, and he muttered thoughtfully, "A man's first sperm is usually stronger, but the competitiveness of the first sperm is too poor, so the quality is poor. Hmm, I should do it again. I have to let the strongest sperm combine with my egg, so that there is a greater chance of giving birth to a baby with genetic inheritance..."
"Linghu, I, we..." Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and stammered. He really couldn't imagine that he and Linghu had done the kind of thing between men and women, and, and...
"Hehe..." Linghu laughed again. She let go of Zhao Ziyang and crawled out from under him. She stood naked by the window facing Zhao Ziyang and put on her clothes.
"Don't worry, Angel is out shopping, she won't know. I will pay you for the sperm, but only if I successfully conceive. So don't feel any mental pressure. If the baby is born, it's none of your business, because I've paid for it."
What kind of logic is this? The logic of a scientific lunatic?
The dressed fox came over and kissed Zhao Ziyang on the forehead, then whispered in his ear, "Special Forces soldier, you are actually quite strong. A man's time in bed is usually three to five times longer than the first time. In the future, you will be able to last at least an hour and a half. My little angel is so lucky, hehehe..."
After saying this, the fox spirit turned around and walked out, leaving Zhao Ziyang with a complicated expression. Zhao Ziyang grabbed his hair and lay down on the bed weakly, his eyes changing from time to time, sometimes with guilt, sometimes with self-blame, and sometimes with determination.
He felt a chill on his thighs. He stared at the dark red patch on the bed sheet beside his legs, wondering what he was thinking...
