Chapter 76: The Scrap Man
Zhao Ziyang drove into the hotel and hugged Angel tightly in his arms as soon as he entered the room. He used his lips to find Angel's softness and roughly tore off Angel's clothes. The two rolled naked on the bed and began to contact without any barriers.
Angel's cold body responded fiercely, giving all the passion she had accumulated over the past twenty years to Zhao Ziyang. She kept asking for more, kept rolling, and the only sound in the room was heavy and ecstatic panting.
The mercenaries in the base crowded into Seth's room, watching Seth use the only broken computer to hack into the satellite and capture another battle between Zhao Ziyang and Angel.
"Invasion! Location!"
Seth's face was full of excitement, and his hands issued commands on the keyboard. Following his commands, a map of Africa appeared on the screen, then narrowed down to Libya, and finally locked onto the hotel room where Zhao Ziyang and Angel were.
This series of actions is entirely based on the soldier tags worn by Zhao Ziyang and Angel, which can be used to locate and search using satellites.
In fact, this kind of satellite positioning high-definition image cannot capture a coherent picture, and can only present two processed human figures on the computer screen. But this is enough, enough to entertain these guys.
They really wanted to know what position Zhao Ziyang and Angel were using during the fight, whether it was the traditional position of man on top and woman on bottom or the two of them riding on each other like a puppy.
"Hey, something's wrong!" Seth blinked and made a puzzled sound as he looked at the screen where there was no human figure.
"Hey, Seth, are you able to do this? If not, don't waste everyone's time." A mercenary made an impatient and dissatisfied voice.
"Give me a little more time, just a little time, please believe in the genius Seth."
Reposition to obtain high-definition images, complete the perspective of the floor, and obtain processed images. But after working for half a day, Seth still couldn't find Zhao Ziyang and Angel, which made him feel something was wrong.
At this moment, a figure who was obviously a man appeared on the screen. This figure stood there with his hands under his lower abdomen. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was peeing.
"It's coming out, it's coming out, this is the boss, there's no doubt about it, I still remember the way he peed." Omo, with dried blood all over his face, shouted excitedly, pointing at Zhao Ziyang's urinating action and said loudly: "The boss said, this is called peeing three feet against the wind."
Everyone's interest was aroused, but they were not interested in Zhao Ziyang, they were interested in Angel.
In the screen, Zhao Ziyang walked leisurely into the toilet. After taking two steps back, he thrust his hips upwards, turned around and disappeared.
"Asshole!" Seth cursed angrily, slammed the keyboard and shouted in dissatisfaction: "How can a damn special forces soldier put his soldier card in the bathroom? This is an insult to the identity of a soldier, and an insult to us lurkers. No, we must teach him a lesson and teach him a lesson."
With a snap, the computer screen went black and the connection was disconnected.
"Seth, I support you to challenge the boss. It just so happens that both of you are crazy, hehehe..." Blade raised his eyebrows at Seth and teased Seth to go find Zhao Ziyang to argue.
"Humph, don't think I don't dare!" Seth clenched his iron hands fiercely, trying to expand his few muscles.
"Idiot." Pandora spat out two words at Seth and turned to walk out.
The other mercenaries also left Seth's room in disappointment, and no one said a word to help him.
"A bunch of bastards!" Seth cursed in dissatisfaction, sitting in front of the computer in a depressed mood.
“Hehehe…” The little wildcat at the back smiled sweetly at Seth. She jumped up to Seth and asked him with her head tilted, “Iron Hand, who is the leader of the Lurkers now?”
"Nonsense, of course it's Captain Angel."
"Who is Captain Angel sleeping with now?"
"Special Forces."
"Then let me ask you again, who is the leader of the Lurkers?"
"Well..." Seth stammered.
It is obvious that the lurker is led by the special forces. Even the regiment commander was tortured by this damn special forces soldier. If he is not in charge, who else can be in charge?
“Hehehe…” The little wildcat laughed slyly, but after he finished laughing, he said loudly with a serious face, “Seth, you’re done. He already knows that you were spying on Zhao Ziyang. I tell you, he was really scared when he was playing Russian roulette just now!”
"Well, well, this question..."
“Hehehe…” The little wild cat smiled again and whispered to Seth, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you if no one else helps you, but you have to give me some benefits, right?”
After a while, the little wild cat hummed a little tune and returned to his room with satisfaction...
Zhao Ziyang and Angel were lying on the bed in the hotel, hugging each other quietly. Angel, who was usually as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, curled up on Zhao Ziyang's chest and listened to his heartbeat. Her eyes were gently closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly with the nerves of her eyelids. Half of her soft hair was scattered on Zhao Ziyang's body, and the other half was draped on the bed.
Perhaps this is the first time in Angel's life that she has looked so petite and cuddly. In the future, she will only show herself like this in front of this man. Now she is neither a noble nor a mercenary leader, but just a man's woman.
"Angel, I want to tell you something." Zhao Ziyang decided to tell Angel about his relationship with the fox spirit.
He should have told Angel right after entering the hotel, but he was in a state of near-frenzy at the time. This was the aftereffect of playing Russian roulette for the first time, excitement, stimulation, fear, satisfaction, hallucinations... just like the popular death game, full of pleasure that was more comfortable than taking drugs.
The first shot, Zhao Ziyang had no idea whether he would get his head blown off by the first shot, it was a real life-and-death gamble with himself. The second shot he was not sure if it would go as smoothly as the first time, it was still a gamble with himself.
As for the next few shots, he could clearly sense whether the needle was facing the bullet primer. It was an indescribable feeling. His perception ability was strengthened again, which was a good thing, but also a bad thing.
"No, you don't have to say anything, I know everything." Angel covered Zhao Ziyang's mouth to stop him from continuing.
"I'm sorry." Zhao Ziyang uttered the three words "I'm sorry".
When he said these three words, all of Zhao Ziyang's madness, confidence and arrogance disappeared without a trace, as if he was just an ordinary man now, a man who would say sorry to a woman.
"My man shouldn't say sorry." Angel opened her eyes and said to Zhao Ziyang calmly and seriously: "Neither of us knows when the other will die. We both know that the final result will be death on the battlefield. Maybe the next moment we will see each other's corpse..."
Zhao Ziyang was silent. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to acknowledge the truth of what Angel said. They didn't know when they would die, and they didn't know when they would watch each other's heads being pierced. So everything was not a problem. As long as they could live, it would be the greatest comfort for both parties.
People must learn to cherish things, because when they die, there will be nothing left.
"Positive."
"Um?"
"It's okay." Angel smiled sweetly and continued to lie quietly on Zhao Ziyang's body.
Feeling Angel's softness, Zhao Ziyang recalled what happened with the fox spirit that day. The more he thought about it, the more sorry he felt for Angel. But the feeling was not as strong as before. That game of Russian roulette made him cross such an insurmountable boundary in death.
No one knows when someone will die, all we can do is cherish them...
"The fox and I..."
Suddenly, Zhao Ziyang found that Angel's face had completely changed and became extremely angry. Her deep blue eyes were burning with rage, mixed with indescribable sadness.
With a "snap" sound, Angel grabbed Zhao Ziyang's neck and asked in a low growl, "What happened between you and Linghu?"
In fact, Angel already knew the answer. She was a smart woman. It turned out that what Zhao Ziyang wanted to tell her was about him and Linghu, not about the shooting at him in Gambia.
"I'm going to kill you!" Angel roared, with murderous intent in her eyes.
This is bullying, this is betrayal, deception must be punished, so let him die.
Zhao Ziyang, who was pinched by Angel's neck, couldn't use any strength at all. Being restrained by someone like Angel, he basically couldn't react. The most important point was that his legs were tightly twisted when Angel pinched his neck, and his waist was pressed tightly, so he couldn't exert any strength at all.
With a "bang", the cup on the bedside was smashed by Angel, and a sharp blade pressed against Zhao Ziyang's carotid artery and stabbed inward without mercy.
As the sharp blade of the glass penetrated deeper, blood gushed out, flowing down Zhao Ziyang's neck, passing his neck, and gathering at the gunshot scar pit on his chest.
This gunshot wound was left by Angel and it has never healed and no one knows why.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang's eyes bulged outwards due to lack of oxygen, and the blue veins on his cheeks bulged high, showing the pain of lack of oxygen. The piece of glass had penetrated into his carotid artery. If it went a little further, it would cut the aorta, and then even gods would not be able to save him.
At the most critical moment, Zhao Ziyang felt his neck loosen, and Angel let him go. Before he could catch his breath, Angel grabbed his neck again and slammed him against the wall.
"Bang!" A big blood flower bloomed on the snow-white wall, and Zhao Ziyang covered his cheek and groaned in pain.
He could feel the pain in his nose and mouth that Angel really didn't hold back, and was trying to kill him like an enemy. But Angel held back, otherwise his throat would have been cut.
"You bastard, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you!" Angel, full of murderous intent, threw the angel's heart on Zhao Ziyang, put on her clothes, looked at the gunshot wound on Zhao Ziyang's chest, kicked open the door and walked out.
Zhao Ziyang, with blood all over his face, couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to stop it. Anyone who encountered such a situation would have an overreaction, not to mention the proud Angel.
For the first time, Zhao Ziyang felt that he was a failed man. He would never be the kind of man with a strong possessive desire.
He is weak in relationships between men and women, and he doesn't know how to handle the relationship between Angel and the fox spirit, so he defines himself as: bastard!
Zhao Ziyang quickly washed the blood off his face and rushed to the camp with a broken nose and bumpy cheeks. He was now worried about whether Angel would have any more problems. With her temper, she would never let it go.
