"The Boss Ghost has added vegetables tonight" The polar bear and the king came out of the woods carrying a wild antelope, there was something to eat, and the mood was naturally much better, and the two of them hugged their shoulders and laughed.
In the evening, when the sky darkened, the motors in the camp began to work, and the light came out of the tents.
A bonfire rises in the middle of the camp, and the slaughtered wild sheep are set up on the fire, roasting with oil, and the shiny grease is dripping down, and the aroma is overflowing, making people feel appetizing.
The old fish hurriedly ate a few pieces of mutton, and then went to the tent with Morris to discuss the defense plan, Long Yun, who had always felt low in energy, found a hammock by himself, lay down and half-squinted to rest, according to the old fish's estimate, a fierce battle will start after dawn.
The sky washed by the heavy rain for days is extremely clear, the moon is high, the land is fragrant, and there is a cry of unknown beasts in the jungle, which is quiet and intoxicating.
Long Yun lay in a hammock and took out a photo from his pocket by the moonlight.
In the background of the photo, the director of the benevolent orphanage He stood in front of the dilapidated orphanage with more than 20 and a half children, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on everyone, and the adults and children seemed very happy.
Flipping to the back of the photo, a line of black pen letters fell into view, April 16, 1992.
Taking pictures was a luxury in Long Yun's memories as a child, and he clearly remembered the reason for the group photo that day, a foreigner with blue eyes and a high nose came to visit the orphanage, donated a sum of money, and promised to fund his schooling.
This big-nosed foreigner who is not a relative to Long Yun but is better than a relative has never seen it again, and he just remits a tuition fee from a corner of the world every year.
Long Yun sometimes wanted to send a letter to this good man like the long-legged uncle in the fairy tale, but he helplessly found that he didn't even have his address.
Every time I remit the tuition bill to Long Yun at the orphanage, the payment is the same English name Daniel.
I don't know when I will be able to see this Uncle Daniel again, Long Yun couldn't help but think, and suddenly smiled bitterly.
What if Daniel knew that he was now a mercenary, rolling in the pile of dead people every day, what would he think?
After thinking for a while, Long Yun fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how long it took for him to be woken up by the roar of a huge helicopter.
When I opened my eyes, a huge black shadow made a huge roar in the starry night sky, slowly falling in the brightly lit camp.
Long Yun rolled over and got up, alertly picked up his gun and leaned towards the landing point.
A UH6O "Black Hawk" helicopter landed in the center of the camp, and several black shadows jumped from the cabin.
The first to jump off was a beautiful woman with a devil's body, wearing a black vest and black tactical trousers, black jungle combat boots, and carrying a tactical backpack.
It is difficult to see this kind of white and beautiful temperament beauty in Sierra Leone, the most important thing here is the dark-skinned hip girl, although the skin color will not hinder the beauty, but Long Yun, who is deeply poisoned by the concept of "one white covering three ugliness", can not accept the exotic style of this unique taste anyway, and always thinks that white skin is the selection criterion for beauty.
The next person who jumped out of the Black Hawk helicopter was a fat man in jeans, with a messy chestnut head like moldy dog pee, who at first glance knew that he was the kind of dead otaku who didn't go out for a month, sat in a wide leather chair and nibbled on hamburgers every day, and loved Coke and energy drinks.
The last one to get off the plane was a big blond man wearing a tight T-shirt, with a bulging bicep that almost burst the cuffs, and a figure much better than that of the polar bear Shasa, who was simply a copy of the Popeye in the cartoon.
The leading beauty is only ten years old, with a long black hair twisted into a strand of three hands hanging behind her, very Chinese flavor, a beautiful face that makes men feel intoxicated, so bright that everyone can't look at it directly, in a sentence that the poet once said to describe the beauty, this is a beautiful woman who has to be polite and hard when he sees it.
It shouldn't be seen on the bloody African wilderness, on the flyover of Paris Fashion Week in an expensive evening gown, or on the dance floor of a lavish castle dinner party of some wealthy person, dancing with some European nobleman or Arabian prince with a lot of money.
Looking carefully, Long Yun felt that this black beauty was not like Chinese, her facial features and figure were slightly foreign, with deep eye sockets unique to Westerners, and long legs rare for Orientals, a pair of long eyelashes long and curly, proudly upturned.
In particular, the upper lip is slightly upturned, the typical Western-style sexy mouth shape, and a set of well-fitting combat uniforms can't help but remind people of Angelina Jolie, the actor of Laura in Tomb Raider, but without Julie's unique roughness of Westerners, delicate and moving with a little wildness, restrained and unable to hide the cool taste.
This is a very strange trio, if it were in China, it would be as striking as the punks walking on the streets of a small county.
The poet, who was eating a leg of roast lamb by the fire, was at once "politely hardened," and for a playboy the excitement of seeing a beautiful woman was like being splashed with a pot of chicken blood, he exaggeratedly pursed his lips and whistled provocatively in the direction of the Black Hawk helicopter.
"Hey beauty, come over for barbecue, how about we have two drinks" In order to make himself more masculine, the poet took off his vest, shook his strong pectoral muscles twice, picked up a bottle of Heineken beer, stuck the lid between his two huge pectoral muscles, and opened the cap with a bang.
The poet has Celtic ancestry, and his tall and handsome stature is an advantage in itself, and this classic pickling chick action has been tried and tested in the bars of Angel Street in Bocheng City, and every time he flaunts it, he always attracts a crowd of viewers.
In the poet's own words, his two pectoral muscles are like the two yellow hair follicles of the North American male wormwood grouse in front of the hen during the courtship period, which makes the hen shocked at the sight of it, and immediately can't resist throwing herself into her arms.
The Wormwood grouse, a male of Celtic descent, apparently succeeded in attracting the attention of the black beauty, and she stopped, looked over the fire, and looked at the poet with a smile.
But soon there was a dramatic scene.
The Popeye's version of the golden man quickly walked behind the beautiful woman, glanced at the poet contemptuously, and then turned his shoulders, and the bones of his body made a crisp sound, and the two huge chest muscles on his chest shook wildly a few times.
He picked up a wrist-thick branch, clamped it on two pectorals, and with a loud and crunch, the branch seemed to be twisted into steel tongs and broken.
The poet couldn't believe his eyes, how could someone have muscles that could reach such a level, even if he ate creatine and protein powder every day, he couldn't do it for a few more years.
When he thought of this, his smug expression was like ice cream being drenched in the rain, if he was really the wormwood grouse in the North American jungle, then he was also the one who lost.
Things quickly took a turn for the worse.
The beauty smiled contemptuously, slowly raised her middle finger, and gestured towards the poet from a distance, making several mouth shapes with her mouth exaggerated.
Everyone can see that it's saying, "fuck, you."
The Germans met such a fierce girl for the first time in their lives, and they were suddenly a little embarrassed, and their faces were flushed.
"Wha" Seeing the self-proclaimed suave poet out of trouble, everyone else hugged their stomachs and laughed crazy.
"The boss" came out of the tent with a clumsy fat waist twisted to meet him, if he had a tail on his ass at this time, it would have been shaking fast: "Welcome to Bo" This hospitality was not reciprocated, the black beauty regarded him as a transparent person at all, she reached out and took the suitcase handed by the fat otaku behind her, and said directly: "Invite the people of the ghost team to the tent, I want to talk to them." ”: