Section 157 The Post

Most of the mercenaries have unique visions. They can usually make very accurate judgments about the situation and their current situation. If it were normal, the bald head would never provoke Elena. He had heard many rumors about this woman, but based on the large amount of adrenaline secretion and the potential desires in his heart, rational thinking began to be driven away by luck and impulse. In his eyes, everything was consciously ignored, leaving only Elena's exquisite and beautiful face and two beautiful white and round breasts.

With the guttural sound of swallowing saliva, the bald head suddenly stood up from the chair, swung the bills in his hand on the table, and walked towards Elena.

"Mr. Amstutz, sit back to your seat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being polite-"

Elena raised her legs high, and the black high heels kicked hard on the side of the desk. The huge reaction force pushed her and the chair beneath her, and suddenly slipped backwards more than three meters towards the wall behind her. The bald head, which caused the empty space to cause the loss of balance, slowly supported her from the table. What came into view was a pair of folded left and right overlapping tightly covering the privacy of her lower body, tightly wrapped in black stockings, making people feel dry and dry, and a small and exquisite 7.65mm caliber ppk pistol with silver-glossy metallic luster.

"Bring your money and get out--" Alena's eyes shot out with raging flames, her wrists raised slightly, and her muzzle pointed at the bald eyebrows.

The bald head shook the raised muscles on his shoulders as if showing off. The back of his bulging veins pressed hard on the desk, slowly supporting his burly body, filling the entire brain, and stimulating his eyes to be occupied by more and more red bloodshots. He spat hard, staring at Elena's legs full of temptation, and grinned: "Don't think I don't know the rules. Sosbia won't kill a mercenary with a formal license for a woman. You have no right to do this. Hehehehe! Do you know! Your current posture is so fucking too seductive that I almost couldn't help but ejaculate. Today I must have enough to fill your entire uterus with my semen--"

Elena snorted coldly, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes showed a strong murderous intent. She tilted the muzzle toward the opponent's right shoulder as fast as possible, grabbed the trigger's slender finger, and then pressed it hard.

"Wait! What do you want to do..." The bald man noticed her movements keenly, and quickly opened his mouth in shock and angrily to stop them, and his body instinctively avoided them.

"Bang--"

The distance was too close. Before he could react, the flying bullet had already penetrated into his broad shoulders and broke an irregularly torn bullet hole on the surface of the rough copper-black skin.

"Stinky bitch, you, you really fucking him? He actually shot me?"

The bald man screamed involuntarily. He tightly covered the bloody wound, sat down on the chair dejectedly, staring at Elena opposite exhausted and resentful, gasping for breath: "Hu, huh, why... why... why don't I have the strength... Slut, you, what the hell did you do on the bullet?"

Looking at the bald mercenary with increasingly heavy eyelids, Elena, with a gloomy face, stood up from the chair. With the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor, she quickly walked around the desk, opened the door hard, pointed to the bald mercenary who was slumped in her seat, and said coldly to the guards standing on the stairs opposite: "Top this dirty human-shaped breeding pig out--"

Sitting in the office where he was calm, Elena seemed to have all her strength lost from her body in an instant, leaning softly on the cold chair back, closing her eyes tiredly.

The bald mercenary was right. Of course, she would not violate the company's regulations and kill the other party when paying the remuneration. The bullet fired by the ppk pistol contains a specially treated anesthetic agent, which will not kill people, but will allow the recipient to sleep inexplicably without any consciousness.

Along with the guy who was just dragged out, this month is the sixth person who harassed her. Under normal circumstances, Elena has no chance to take action when facing bald mercenaries who have enhanced or evolved abilities. However, men usually have a kind of discrimination against female instincts. This inertial thinking will be especially strong when contacting ordinary people. Under the control of unprecedented self and the sexual desire generated by a large amount of adrenaline stimulation, the anesthetic warhead fired at close range can easily hit the target.

Women in the wilderness have self-defense capabilities, and Elena is no exception.

When she was eight years old, she was able to use flying knives skillfully and had a few simple and practical dagger fighting techniques. She basically knew some of the models and performances of various guns. Although she was not as proficient as professional soldiers, she had no problems in operating and using them.

Girls living in the old era could not imagine the cruel living environment faced by refugees. When they spent all day traffic between the store and the counter for a box of cosmetics or a cute plush toy, girls in the wilderness had to learn various techniques of killing and how to please men in order to survive.

The method of self-defense of anesthesia bullets cannot be effective forever. The mercenaries convey information to each other faster than the wind. Next time, these guys with evil desires will probably wear bulletproof vests or take away the gun from their hands before pulling the trigger.

Elena had already figured out the last move to deal with it.

The armrests of the chair are equipped with electric control keys, which can release anesthetic gases of amazing concentrations.

The pen holder on the desktop is actually a disguised voltage switch. If you twist it gently, the chair opposite will release a strong current. The guy sitting on it will immediately lose all his ability to move.

If the situation is out of control, there is also a copper wrench on the closet in the corner. It can pull the gears hidden in the wall, separate the floor to both sides, and go down the trap passage. The dark and dull basement is full of poisonous insects and rats.

He raised his head and pulled the golden hair that had fallen down his shoulders with force. A faint melancholy released in Elena's crystal clear eyes.

She suddenly wanted to see Lin Xiang's handsome and beautiful face, and wanted to curl up and lie in her broad and warm arms without any scruples to have a good sleep.

Strong, fierce, scheming... However, she is a woman after all.

The office door was quietly pushed open a crack, slowly expanding and opening, and the last thing that appeared was the face that I had been longing for and always looking forward to.

Looking at Lin Xiang who walked over with a warm smile like sunshine, Elena felt at a loss for a moment. She sat there in a daze, without saying or dodging. In an instant, her brain was blank, causing her body to lose its most basic reaction ability as if it was rigid. It was not until Lin Xiang bent down and stretched out her broad arms and gently hugged her that she subconsciously raised her body and instinctively expanded the physical contact area between the two people. The body temperature and softness from the other party almost detonated her like explosives. Elena moaned from her nose, and her body became even hotter. She opened her wet and hot lips slightly and met the other two soft pieces that were kissed from the opposite side.

The brighter morning light shines into the dim room through the curtain hanging in front of the window, and a hazy yellowness appears on the wall.

The white sheets were scattered and twisted into messy patterns, and Elena's face showed a thrilling red color. Her naked body with incredible curves was close to Lin Xiang, enjoying the special aura emitted from this man.

"Go back to Yinyue City with me! Although Gliffiz is worthy of reassurance, there are too many potential dangers in Emma City." Lin Xiang hugged her round and white shoulders lovingly.

"I will stay in Emma and it will help you more."

Elena moaned very comfortably: "You are my man, I have to help you."

The muscles on Lin Xiang's arm suddenly became hard. He hugged Elena tightly, sealed her lips and kissed her deeply for a long time, slowly letting go, and said deeply: "I'm not at ease-"

Elena leaned back slightly, stared at Lin Xiang's black eyes, and said softly: "I will protect myself. Men who want to take advantage of me usually die ugly."

After a moment of silence, Lin Xiang sat upright, grabbed the combat suit placed at the head of the bed, took out an injection injection containing red liquid from his top pocket, and slowly put it into the palm of her hand.

The amount of liquid in the needle tube is very small, and a fresh blood color is reflected in the faint sunlight.

"The girls in the wilderness are very strong, but when facing other men... at least, you should have the ability to protect yourself."

Since she could not change her fixed ideas, Lin Xiang could only try to transform her body. Besides, Elena was right. With her helping to coordinate in Emma City, the circulation and supply of materials, as well as the collection and mastery of information, we can indeed achieve better results.

After taking the medicine, Elena's face showed a gentle smile: "Aren't you afraid that I will shave your hair while I'm sleeping?" (See the Bible)

"I'm not Samson."

Lin Xiang looked at her seriously: "More importantly, there is no God in this world."

The ocean and land divide the earth into two completely different material areas.

Under the influence of the nuclear explosion, the land area is divided again. According to the three pollution standards of different levels of radiation, severe, moderate and light-effect, it has become the most intuitive way for humans to judge regional hazards. If red, yellow, green and other colors are used to represent the different radiation areas, and looking down from space, the entire earth is an ugly and dirty star body made up of countless fragments.

Trucks are running in the vast wilderness, and most of the routes are long-abandoned roads. Although these old-time creatures were not directly destroyed by war, they were affected by the strong sunlight exposure and the severe cold caused by nuclear winter under the influence of the harsh natural climate, becoming bumpy and rugged. Occasionally, the wheels will press on the raised stones, and the body will bounce high, landing on the barely accessible road surface, causing a burst of exclamations and whistles from people riding in the carriage.

The off-road vehicle driven by Lin Xiang ran at the front of the team as usual. The thick and sturdy tires quickly rolled over the scattered sand and gravel on the ground, raising a thick dust fog in the open wilderness.

Starting from Emma City, and driving more than 300 kilometers along the old highway to the north, there is a city called "Liujin". It belongs neither Sosbia nor Ferdinand.

According to the information provided by Gliffiz, there is the source of the mission.

The sun gradually faded, and the color of the sky slowly turned into a patch of orange and gradually turned into a dull gray. When all the light was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, a rugged line formed by the combination of buildings finally appeared at the end of the horizon.

A small house made of stone and cement soon appeared in the field of view. Judging from the appearance, the area of ​​the stone house is only about ten square meters. Around the corner of the house, iron wire and steel triangular frames are surrounded by iron wire and steel triangular frames. Not far away, there are two piles of piles surrounded by sandbags, and a road rod painted with yellow and black twill patterns is blocked horizontally on the road, cutting the unobstructed road into two parts that are connected to each other but are artificially isolated.

On the walls of the stone house, an electric light covered by a can was hung. The dim light was tilted downward and you could see several soldiers carrying live ammunitions sitting in the chest, as well as two heavy machine guns that were directed towards the end of the road and dragged long chains of ammunition.

The off-road vehicle slowly stopped at a distance of about five or six meters away from the road pole. The four trucks following it quickly lined up in two rows, and the machine guns mounted on the roof formed a cover for each other. The well-trained mercenaries quickly jumped out of the carriage and spread on both sides of the roadbed, forming a confrontation with the chest barrier on the opposite side.

With the sound of low footsteps, a tall man walked over from the chest fortification. His shoulders were wide, and his head skeletons supported the skin covered on the surface, showing cold and hard rough lines. The blazing headlights shone on the surface of the loose combat suit, reflecting the colorful desert camo. He placed one hand on the wooden support of the rifle cross-body on his shoulder, and the other hand was holding a flashlight. Perhaps because he felt that the light was enough, he did not turn on the luminous instrument in his hand.

"Who are you? Where are you?" He asked, standing two meters away, "I don't want to cause trouble, but it's better not to come to me if I have trouble."

Lin Xiang carefully observed the surrounding environment. He turned off the headlights of the off-road vehicle, pushed open the car door and jumped off, quickly examined the other person's expression, and confirmed that the hostility he felt was actually just because he was too cautious. He unbuttoned the buttons on his pocket, took out a pack of "marlboro", pulled out two, and handed them with a smile.

In the wasteland world, cigarettes are symbolic of friendship.

The man laughed. He took the cigarette, took out the lighter, lit it for Lin Xiang first, and then it was his turn.

"We are the "Vulture Mercenary Group" and are here under the mission commission in Emma City." Spouting a faint smoke, Lin Xiang took out the mercenary certificate that had been prepared from the cab.

"mercenary?"

The man turned sideways, looked at the convoy following Lin Xiang's shoulders, and exclaimed: "Good guy, your personnel and equipment are stronger than those family armed forces."

Lin Xiang smiled unanimously. He could feel the aura of first-level enhanced supernatural powers emitted from this man. Similarly, the other party could naturally detect that all members of the "Vulture Mercenary Group" have at least the second-level evolution or above. For any family armed or mercenary group, this is definitely a powerful force that can be described as "terrible".

"This is our first time in Liujin City. Can you tell me where to find Mr. Solomon?" Lin Xiang asked calmly.

"Mr. Solomon?"

This name obviously has a special deterrence to the man. The smile on his face stopped, and the cigarette sandwiched between his fingers almost fell off. He also spoke with a little surprise and excitement: "Have you accepted Mr. Solomon's mission commission?"

"We know nothing except knowing that the client is Solomon." Lin Xiangman shook his head carelessly, but from the corner of his eyes, he was quietly observing the change of expression on the man's face.

"By your strength, you will definitely be able to solve Mr. Solomon's problems."

The man whistled happily, turned back and waved his hand to the soldiers guarding the chest. Soon, the pole blocking the road rose high, revealing a huge blunt triangle.

"Follow the road and you can find Solomon in the most conspicuous big house south of the city. Good luck to you-" This is the last word of the man.

Like the "Black Iron Furnace", Liujin City is also built on the ruins left by the old era. The difference between them is that the "Black Iron Furnace" is an abandoned steel enterprise, while the land under Lin Xiang's feet is a real old era city.

Not all ruins are nests of mutant creatures. Even in cities that have been occupied by monsters, the number of mutant individuals does not depend on each other. There is no accurate data to prove when the battle for residence between humans and mutants began? However, judging from the number of populations owned by both sides, the latter obviously has an absolute advantage.
Chapter completed!