Blooming America

"Ah Lala, I've already run away..."

The girl with short white hair stood where Brad was hiding not long ago. www.) But being held by such a pair of hands, Brad felt an unprecedented feeling.

The girl has a graceful body, a face with oriental charm and traditional Arabian costumes. Let her feel more mysterious.

He is...a girl...

Brad has a sense of confusion.

At this time, the girl had already squatted between her legs, and then opened her pants. He started to vomit.

The soft tip of the tongue gave Brad a strong, unspeakable stimulus.

His slippery and playful tongue made him feel ecstatic.

"No way..."

He gave a long scream, then let out a suffocating breath.

At this time, the girl had also stood up, she was still swallowing.

"So... what you should enjoy, you have already enjoyed it, right?"

At this time, Brad came back to his senses in a daze.

"You...what are you going to do?!"

At this moment, Brad thought of the man who had saved himself in the forest again.

Maybe... they are the same person.

But this sentence, Brad couldn't say anything.

"I think. You probably know the existence of the song of the sky, right?"

The other party put on a burqa.

This is a burqa that covers even the eyes. At the beginning, this is how the other party ran away with Brad.

At that time, in Brad's eyes, the other party looked like a black angel.

But... at the present time. In Brad's eyes, the other party turned into a black ghost...

"Do you... really do it for that thing?"

It should have been known long ago, this is a demon!

But... if it was really this demon who saved me at first... it might not be possible...

and many more!

Brad shook his whole body, and he felt a sense of horror.

This guy... but a man!

...

Zone D.

"The first level of alarm has been lifted, but if there is no song of the sky. We cannot destroy the second level of defense-in fact, unless it is a nuclear bomb, I think there is probably nothing that can destroy it."

Anushka Shama looked at this nasty bald head in dissatisfaction.

"Yuri, it looks like you are going to take a trip yourself now."

Zakayev looked at the door in front of him, but he couldn't help frowning.

"This is our opportunity. Before they can open the Song of the Sky, we must first open the Song of the Sky..."

Only the song of the sky can open the final door and call for the most powerful weapons.

"Ok."

The bald head named "Yuri" glanced at the woman named Anushka Shama, and then left.

"Why is Mithril still not moving? If they don't show up on this matter, it would be too strange."

Makarov felt a little uneasy.

"The Song of the Sky is nothing but a key. If I give me enough time, I will be able to configure a new key."

The skin of a woman named Shama is healthy wheat. She has the style of a traditional Indian woman and the charm of a modern intellectual woman.

"You also said... it's time, but we don't have much time. We can support up to 24 hours."

Zakayev looked back at the locked door.

Yes, time.

They managed to achieve this step, what they lacked... is time!

"The destruction of nuclear bombs may not be much, but in this case, our actions will also become meaningless. What we need here is what we need..."

...

Mason took a bite of the energy bar.

This kind of high-density food can maintain a person's energy for a day in one bite.

"taste good."

Mason nodded.

"But you just took a bite and you've already eaten $20. Mason."

Woods spit on the side.

"But it can always be reimbursed."

Mason looked at his A's sign.

"At least, the CIA is still useful."

Well, you can at least reimburse food and drink.

This kind of called that... that... Oh, yes, it's the cut or something... The energy bar that comes with cakes is very expensive, but it can support a person's activities.

At least Mason feels good.

"We just received a report from the Welfare Sergeant. They were attacked by the enemy and they have completely collapsed and the army is scattered. There is no way to organize an effective counterattack."

Captain Hudson's untimely voice came.

"The situation is worse than we thought. But... what exactly is Song of the Sky?"

Mason couldn't help asking again.

"It's just an unfinished product. It's nothing important."

Hudson obviously knew something, but he didn't seem to want to tell Mason them.

"When the time is up, you will know what it is. But now our most important... is confidentiality."

"Is this mission so mysterious?"

Mason shrugged.

If it hadn't been for them to be performing missions in the Middle East at this time, this matter would never find them.

"If I tell you that this matter is related to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you might have another idea."

"You mean the one in Yemen?" Woods, who was driving, couldn't help turning his head.

"Crack."

Mason took another bite of the energy bar.

"It's 40 dollars now."

Hudson glanced at Mason.

"..." Mason silently put down the energy bar, then took out the gun casually and began to wipe it off.

Hudson turned his head and continued: "The Sandman Squad will also cooperate with us in subsequent operations. In this regard, I think we should respect the fine tradition of the Sandman Squad."

"The Sandman Squad? They turned out to be them? Hey, what about our Captain America-Mr. Sean Conte? Also. What is the fine tradition of the Sandman Squad?" Mason asked again.

"Sean is now in Iraq and can't rush over. As for the fine tradition of the Sandman Squad...that is, at critical times, don't let Sergeant Frost speak."

Don't let Sergeant Frost speak?

What is this fine tradition?

"Crack." Mason took another bite of the energy bar involuntarily.

Both Woods and Hudson looked at Mason.

"...Well, I know, now... it's 60 dollars."

...

Jasmine Le Bohrf. Or, at least, this name used to be, but now, this girl is called Fatima.

As a female reporter for Saudi TV, Fatima was once a top student in France. but. Since her father's conversion, her life began to change.

Fatima was born in a small town called Sao Sebastiao in France. Before she was 12 years old, she lived an ordinary and happy life, just like other French girls.

Until the age of 12, her mother died in a car accident.

Fatima's father was originally a strict Catholic. He fell into deep grief and was unable to extricate himself. As a result, his attitude towards God and the church has undergone a complete change. At that time he met a man named Ahmed-a Saudi business partner-who introduced another religion to her father. Fatima's father's faith has changed, and his hatred of Christ has caused him to change his original faith, just like many other converts.

When Fatima was 15 years old ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she followed her father to Saudi Arabia. However, having to live like an Arab woman makes Fatima feel uncomfortable.

For this French girl, the longing for romance is beyond the understanding of the Arabs.

Only the love for her father made her unable to betray, and the yearning for romance and freedom made her a reporter.

As it is now.

Wearing a burqa that she would never wear when she was in France, Fatima, who had just finished the interview, was about to go back.

Fatima didn't like this kind of dress originally, but her father said... He hoped that only he could appreciate her beauty. This sentence made Fatima obediently obedient.

This seemed to be an ordinary day as usual. Then, when the gunfire broke out in Al Khobar and the police began to fly towards the target, as a reporter, Fatima immediately realized that there seemed to be important news. Appeared.

An important message that seems to be explosive.