How Raquel, a broker who made huge commissions, escaped, and how the South American tycoon took revenge on this swindler, is another story.
However, the consequences of this battle did not end there.
"God! It's 'No. 13'. Why, how could it be him? What should I do now? It's over, it's over, I'm dead."
The list of duelists for the next battle was listed immediately, and Malina Ivanovna was completely disappointed on the spot.
She has been promoted to the seventh level of the junior level, and her total number of kills has reached 4. As long as she shoots down one more opponent, she can be promoted to the intermediate pilot group, which means that the debt owed by her family can finally be paid off.
Maybe if you continue to shoot down an opponent in the mid-level group, you can make a lot of money, and maybe you can even pay off all your debts.
It's just a little bit close, and the fate is not as expected, but her next opponent is the most brutal guy in the beginner group. He can even beat the pilots of the sixth level and above in the intermediate ace group to pieces. It is almost certain.
The master "No. 13" who wants to be promoted to the mid-level ace group.
Not only is there little hope for promotion, but one's life is also in danger.
"What's wrong, 'Joan of Arc'? Has your next opponent come out?"
Behind her appeared a very tall white man, wearing a pair of big toad sunglasses, pursed a cold lips, a sinewy face with a big hooked nose, he looked fierce, and his hands were covered with blood.
Callus has a Terminator-like temperament, but the sound is not from him, but from behind him.
A short, fat old guy wearing small gold-rimmed glasses walked out from behind the tall white man. There was a lustful glint in his eyes that made Malina Ivanovna very disgusted.
This is neither her colleague, nor her superior, nor her friend, but a very hateful monitor.
This old immortal who always wants to take advantage of himself.
If it weren't for the failure of her family's business and a huge loss, creditors would use various means to prevent her relatives from living on the streets. Ukrainian female pilot Marina Ivanovna had to listen to the biggest boss in the family.
The creditor recommended that he take on such a high-risk "job" and fight for an organization in "Abyss Nirvana".
Only in this way can she save a lot of money in a short period of time to solve the family's urgent needs, and will not let her one brother and three sisters wander around hiding from debts with the elders of the family.
Except for those who are brainless or have ulterior motives, most pilots will not easily give up their good life and become desperadoes. The other party also took advantage of Malina Ivanovna's aerial combat skills and lack of money, and attracted her.
He took the opportunity to be a pilot in the war.
In order to be able to get this job and not worry her family, she hid it from her family and found a job training agricultural spraying aircraft pilots for others, and then came to war-torn Syria.
"Already out!"
Malina Ivanovna, whose flight code was "Joan of Arc", couldn't help but take a step back and said to the pudgy old man without any politeness: "You! Stay away from me."
"Who is out? My little baby Jeanne, uncle will help you, dear little Jeanne. Do you need uncle's comfort?"
The short, fat old man wearing small gold-rimmed glasses not only did not move away, but instead took two steps forward, stretched out a pair of trembling fat paws to pull Malina Ivanovna into his arms, cherished her, and paid her back.
You can measure the healthy development of little Malina's breasts, but don't be crushed by the damn anti-loading suit.
"It's 'No. 13'!"
Malina Ivanovna showed an undisguised look of disgust. She took two steps away and quickly moved to the side of the tall white man, using his tall and strong body to avoid the short, fat old man's obscene appearance.
Actions.
This tall, strong man stood still like a log, letting Malina Ivanovna use him as a shield.
In fact, Malina Ivanovna knew that this guy named Sergey was a stereotypical Yulin pimple. Although he had a fierce look on his face, he would not do anything excessive to her without the boss's order.
The thing is, compared to the old immortal who wants to get himself into bed all day long, Sergey actually seems to feel more secure.
"'No. 13'? That's this annoying guy! He should be the same as you, a seventh-level junior, waiting to be promoted to the intermediate level. Well, little 'Joan of Arc', you are in big trouble."
The short, fat old man held his barren chin and recalled it, and sneered a few times. Suddenly he stared at the female pilot with his triangular eyes and said in a strange tone: "My little Joan of Arc, can you give him to me?"
Kill him? To be honest, he has an extra bounty on him. As long as you can shoot him down, I can't guarantee anything else. At least the money your family owes can be paid off in full at once."
"Vladimir, let me tell you, he is not an easy guy to deal with. I am not very sure. Until now, I have never seen him use short-range missiles. It does not mean that he will not use them.
I'm afraid that on the contrary, he has not yet encountered an opponent worthy of using missiles."
Malina Ivanovna hid behind the tall Sergei and made a face at the short, fat old man.
As long as you are careful, this stupid and clumsy old guy can't do anything to himself.
"Really? Little Joan of Arc, this guy is really difficult to deal with. It would be a pity if you died in the hands of this ruthless guy. But don't worry, even if you die, your family will also be safe."
You can still get a lot of money, and the debts you owe can be paid off soon. After all, you should still be a virgin. Or just indulge before you die. It is a pity not to have tried the taste of a man. You know
Virgins will go to hell, come, come to your uncle Vladimir, I will guide you well."
The short, fat old man Vladimir continued to stare at Malina Ivanovna lustfully, not caring at all who her next opponent was.
That guy "No. 13" is the ace among the high-level aces. Mr. Eagle King, the U.S. Air Force Colonel's designated opponent, little girl Malina Ivanovna, may not survive long in the next battle.
It's better to be happy before you die, so as not to leave any regrets.
He threw himself at the female pilot with a big belly and an ugly look, and said: "Don't worry! Uncle Vladimir's skills are very good. Just a slight pain, yes, just a little, and you will be fine in no time."
Enjoy the fun of paradise, yes, you will like it, come on, baby, Sergey, what are you doing standing there, stupid cow, get out of the way, be careful I will let the boss fire you."
The tall Sergei rolled his eyes under his sunglasses and glanced disdainfully at this wretched old guy. He seemed to have heard nothing and still stood still, willing to act as a fixed shield to protect this young man.
Ukrainian girl.
Obviously, he didn't have a good impression of this old man.
The Ukrainian female pilot was as flexible as a swallow, dodging left and right. The pilot's physique was really not something to be praised. The short and fat old man Vladimir chased for a long time, but he didn't even catch the other party's clothes, but he was exhausted.
Enough.
Vladimir finally collapsed on the ground and panted. He beat his waist with one hand and pointed at the female pilot Malina Ivanovna who was hiding behind Sergei and making sweet remarks to him. He was out of breath.
Then he threatened: "Little Joan of Arc, Malina! Hum, let's see!"
He took out his mobile phone and dialed out the number, half-covered his mouth, and reported in a low voice. From time to time he raised his head to look at Malina Ivanovna, and nodded from time to time, as if confirming something.
The call ended quickly. The short, fat old man Vladimir hung up the phone with a sneer, glared at the female pilot fiercely, and said: "I'm warning you, in the next battle, you are not allowed to refuse to avoid the battle, otherwise,
Hey, you know, your family won't have any good fruits to eat."
Unable to succeed, Vladimir directly used the most despicable and shameless method of threatening his family to force the female pilot to submit. However, he did not dare to use this method to force her to sleep with him. The boss would definitely skin him off.
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"You, you bastard!"
As soon as she heard this old guy threatening her with her family, Malina Ivanovna's face suddenly turned red, like an angry little mare. She pointed at the other person and cursed violently. If she hadn't been worried about this old man,
This guy is the representative of the organization that hired her to fight. I'm afraid she will rush up and kick this old immortal to death.
After the other party finished the phone call, those threatening words made Malina Ivanovna feel extremely desolate, and mist quickly appeared in her eyes. The other party had given up on her, knowing that she was not sure of victory.
, forcing yourself to die.
The war participation subsidy and death compensation were clearly money to buy one's life.
You can bet on this damn pilot death combat competition. The boss behind Vladimir must have placed a heavy bet on himself.
The answer is obvious, buy and lose!
For that organization with huge financial strength, one's own life and one MiG-35 are nothing at all. As long as they make a big bet, they can make it all back in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, the other party was just a second-rate businessman who undertook business for the Russian Mikoyan Grevich Aircraft Manufacturing Company. As for the life and death of the pilots participating in the war and the related notoriety, for the sake of the euro, they naturally did not care at all.
"Cute little Joan of Arc! I'm waiting for your good news."
Give up, collapse, give up on yourself, degenerate. Vladimir is looking forward to the complete collapse of the opponent's psychological defense. Then I'm afraid he won't refuse to take advantage of it. Hehe, tonight will definitely be wonderful.
"No, I won't lose! I won't die!"
Instead, the stubborn Ukrainian girl was inspired with amazing fighting spirit. She gritted her teeth and said: "I want to live. I will go back to my parents and live a good life with my brothers and sisters. I will definitely kill that 'No. 13'!"
In the name of God, he is dead!"
Vladimir was stunned, secretly screaming that something bad was going to happen.
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