Little connoisseur who sells teammates

The unexpected generosity of this expedition team actually invited people from the mercenary group to help, but it was just for defense.

Rogers sat away from the crowd, silently cleaning his gun, with no expression on his resolute face.He is a member of the "Peregrine" mercenary group.

This is the outskirts of the most lush rainforest in North America, and a campsite has been cleared out by naturalists who often come to explore.Although there is a dangerous alien world intertwined with intertwined rainforest plants not far away, human beings can still forcibly carve out their own territory.

Perhaps Rogers' tight black face and nearly two-meter figure were too oppressive, and the scholars in the expedition were not very willing to approach him.

As for the other four people in the mercenary team, they have always been vile racists, and it has become their instinct to snub all people of color, including Rogers.

And this instinct became even more intensified when the leader left.The head of the group is a pure Asian. If he was there, those few people would not dare to show it.

Rodgers had nothing to say to those four, and he didn't need to cuddle for warmth.He just sat quietly on the big rock outside the tents of the scholars, waiting for the return of the group leader.

The expedition team has not yet arrived. The team leader, Qiao Hai, left a day ago and went to Monterey to pick up the remaining members. He will probably be back soon.

When the sun was a little weaker, the humming of the anti-gravity aircraft came from the sky, and the members of the expedition team who had been resting in the tent all got out and looked curiously at the direction where the aircraft was parked.

Rogers lacked interest and didn't even raise his head. His mind was in a mess, wondering whether the leader would bring sesame biscuits when he came back. He was not used to the corn here.

Suddenly, his face became hot, and it took three seconds for Rogers to realize that he had been kissed.Since this was so rare, no, never before for Rogers, he didn't even realize that his years of vigilance hadn't sounded the alarm.

"You look chocolatey."

He turned his head, only to see a pair of crescent-like crooked eyes.

From a distance came the exasperated roar of the group leader: "Qiao Mai! If you dare to moles my apprentice again, I will burn the autographed photos of those old men of yours!"

The author has something to say:

. . .It's too empty, why no one loves black people. . .I am beaten to death by black people every day but have no food, I need to be self-reliant=皮=