Absolute Honor

While Qin Fei was sitting on the toilet seat wet with a bath towel and talking to the little pepper An Ruo Su, who was far away from him, in the bar, mi17's operation commander Michel Shao corrected a mouthful of the back of his hand. Salt powder, pour a cup of agave into your mouth.

The strong alcohol made Michelle's face feel a little hot, and two blushes flew on the slightly freckled skin.

Originally in a country like Ingushetia, due to religious reasons, it is not allowed to sell and drink alcoholic beverages, but it is a five-star hotel. Many foreigners stay here. In order to take care of the living habits of these foreigners, it is A rare place to set up a bar.

"Handsome guy, give me two more glasses."

Inside the bar, the bartender in a delicate white shirt and waistcoat glanced at Michelle, who was already drunk, and said politely: "This wine is very strong, isn't it..."

"Is it something?" Michelle raised her head abruptly, her eyes suddenly becoming fierce.

She is the action commander of mi17, and her men are all warriors who have experienced many battles. She has also survived the rain of bullets, and she has a murderous intent in her body.

At this moment, her hands were on the bar, and her body was leaning forward slightly, like a tigress who just leaped out.

The bartender shook his head and immediately changed his words: "No, no, nothing..."

After that, obediently go get Michelle wine.

"Major, it's not without a reason that you are single."

Mister's voice came from behind, and then the familiar breath drifted by, and people were already sitting at the bar.

He raised his hand and snapped two fingers, calling in the bartender.

"Give me three glasses of the same wine as this lady, with soda and lemon slices."

"?" the bartender asked.

"Yes."

When the bartender left, Mister pointed to the other person's back and said: "Look, the young men are scared like this, and they walk around you when they pass by."

"Why don't you go around?" Michelle slanted her eyes, looking at Mistre dimly.

Mister shrugged. At this time, the bartender would send it over according to his request, put it in front of him, looked at Michel, and looked at Mister with a compassionate look, but he didn’t know how to admire him. Mistor's heavy mouth is still pitiful Mistor is actually with this kind of woman.

When the bartender walked away, Mister said, "Look, he treats us as a pair."

"Hahahahaha—" Michelle suddenly laughed without warning. After laughing, he poured the wine into the mouth and looked at Mister, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, becoming as hard as marble: "This joke is not funny at all."

"Major, you are really single by strength..." After that, he sprinkled a little salt on the back of his hand, then covered the mouth of the cup with a coaster, and slapped the three cups of tequila with soda on the table.

boom——

boom——

boom——

With three explosions, countless bubbles appeared in the cup, and the whole cup seemed to come to life at once, and the scent of agave rushed violently.

Mister put the lemon slice in his mouth, poured three glasses of tequila into his mouth in one breath, and finally hiccuped a long wine.

"It's so cool!"

He shook his head sharply.

Michelle looked at Mister with interest, her eyes slightly changed, and said, "You still seem to be a little drunk."

"Of course, man, drunk and strong wine..." Mister replied casually, but stopped here, and glanced at Michelle awkwardly.

Michelle snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know what the next sentence is. I know a lot of you soldiers, especially you special forces who like to stab their heads."

"You know?" Mister smiled: "I thought many women didn't know."

Picking up the small wine glass and looking at it under the light, Michelle said playfully: "Drunk and strong wine, the most beautiful woman sleeping...you stinky soldiers..."

After speaking, after drinking the wine in the glass, he waved to the bartender: "Three more glasses!"

The bartender walked over like a mouse that only saw a cat, and placed three glasses of agave in front of Michelle.

Mister said: "You just bring two bottles of tequila, and bring me some lemon and soda. We don't need you to wait, let's go."

The bartender was having a headache all night and had to deal with Michelle, the tigress. Hearing Mistre’s words, he nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and soon sent all the things Mis asked for. , I also brought some French fries and dried lamb.

"If you need it, call me again." He was very polite in his words, but his eyes betrayed himself. The implication is obvious, that is, "Don't disturb me if nothing is wrong."

"There's nothing to do with you here, stay away from us." Mister waved and drove away the bartender.

There were not many people drinking in the hotel. Michelle's arrogance was exposed, and he had already scared away a bunch of men who planned to go up and tease the major, and even the bartenders in the bar.

Now add a Mister from the Delta Force, and the two of them lie in a corner of the bar with a "no stranger" appearance. There is no living thing within ten meters of the surrounding area.

"Major, you're not afraid of delaying things like this for drinking like this?" Mister was fine looking for trouble.

"What? What else will happen tomorrow? FSB people want to check the two-percent dna, how long do you think it will take?" Michelle looked at Mister mockingly: "In the next three days, I guess we I have to kill time here..."

Having said that, she made a cup for herself, knocked out the bubbles, and poured her head up into her mouth.

"Fak! This is really a torture!"

Michelle’s London accent, scolding this most frequently used **** in English, also has a different taste.

"Every time I think of the dead Joyce and Hugo lying in the hospital, I want to slaughter Kawasaki Ryuichi myself!" She stared at the empty glass fiercely and filled herself with another one.

"Major, you will get drunk if you drink this."

"Drunk?" Michelle laughed self-deprecatingly: "Alcohol is a good thing, at least it can let me through the sad time of the past few days, three days later, if it is confirmed that Baschief is dead, I will leave here immediately. "

She turned her head to look at Mister: "I said it a long time ago, but the Slavs can't believe it."

"Actually, Colonel Alexanderkovic's decision is correct, at least he is also thinking about the lives of his subordinates..." Mister intends to make a round and make Michelle feel better.

"Thinking? Then my life is not life? Do you know how many of my men were killed in order to get the information today and to track Kawasaki Ryuichi? Just you know Joyce, and the seriously injured Hugo. You didn’t know, you didn’t know..."

As she said, the circles under her eyes were red.

"Anderson, Brende, Locke..." Tears couldn't help but drip as she shook her fingers.

Mister was a little flustered, he saw Michelle weeping for the first time.

In previous contacts, everyone, including Qin Fei and Mister, felt that Michelle was an iron man, at least forgot her gender.

However, she was still a woman in fact, but she was stronger than the average woman.

After hesitating for a moment, Michelle next to him had already counted five or six names.

Mister stretched out his hand and held Michelle's hand that counted in the air.

"Major, enough."

He picked up the wine glass, raised it into the air, and said, "Come on, to the dead soldiers."

Michelle froze for a moment, and then raised his glass.

"Respect them!"

...

The two of them talked until the two bottles of tequila were all gone. Mister never thought that Michelle was such a talkative person. What he said in the three or four hours tonight was better than what he said in the two or three months he had contacted before. More.

For the first time, he took a serious look at this front-line commander. Perhaps whether it was himself or Qin Fei, he had looked at Michelle with colored glasses before~www.NovelMTL.com~At 12:30 in the night, Michelle was already old. Drunk, Mister paid the bill and walked her upstairs to the room.

Michelle's room is on the fourth floor, right next to Qin Fei and Mister's room.

When they arrived at the door, took the card and opened the door, the two of them almost ran into the room.

The door was closed with a bang when Michelle kicked it.

She slammed Miester hard against the wall.

"Do you want to stay with me..."

"This..." Mister, who has always taken the initiative, was taken the initiative by a woman for the first time, but he was a little uncomfortable.

"You are not a kid from the nursery school anymore. I know you have a nickname, which Qin Fei called you Big Stallion, right?"

"That kid...Fak..."

Before he finished his words, Mister suddenly let out a scream.

Michelle leaned directly into his crotch and grabbed the tool that Mister was most proud of.

The lights turned off with a snap, and the whole room was dark.

The most primitive hormones flooded the room instantly, passion and desire drifting on the ceiling, the TV in the room was turned on, and a program inside was playing a song by the famous Soviet composer Aleksandr Vasilievich Ya The march of "War of the Holy Spirit" composed by Alexandrov and lyrics by V. Lebedev-Kumach.

The majestic music is accompanied by a low scream that belongs to Mister from time to time...

Qin Fei next door had already finished the phone call with An Ruosu, and was wiping his hair in the room with a bath towel. The strange sound coming from the next door surprised him.

That is Michelle's room...

Damn it, where did this iron woman find meat tonight?

You readers can listen to the march of "Holy War" and imagine the situation in the book...hahahaha!