Dubai is the center of the Gulf region and is known as the Pearl of the Gulf. However, deserts still exist in some areas.
After noon, it was the hottest time of the day. A sandstorm broke out in the desert, and people in the city closed their doors and windows. No one noticed that a shining point of light fell from high in the sky.
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With a loud bang, an object fell into the desert, stirring up large amounts of sand and dust.
In the center of the landing point, a golden light mask shines.
In the light shield, huddled up was a young man.
The man was wearing a classic military uniform, with his hands on his knees, a pair of sci-fi brown sunglasses, and his eyes tightly closed.
"The ejection module landed smoothly. The knight's physical indicators are in good condition and he can perform reconnaissance missions..."
Accompanied by a mechanical tone, the man slowly opened his eyes.
The mask flashed and gradually disappeared, and the man spread his body. After moving his hands and feet, the man turned a switch on his sunglasses.
"Team 13 Moro has successfully landed, call the deputy captain of Sasse..."
The glasses beeped twice, and a voice replied: "I am the deputy captain of Team 13, Sass, and I have received your signal.
Our first mission target is the memory core of Battle Angel, and the second is to conduct regular pre-war reconnaissance. The operation should be as covert as possible so as not to attract the attention of the people on earth. Active attacks are prohibited without permission."
"Mo Luo received it." Moro twirled the button again and replied: "I have discovered a mission target and applied for recycling."
"allow!"
As soon as Sass finished replying, there was another beeping sound, and another voice laughed and said: "Moro, you are the last one to arrive, you will definitely lose this time."
Looking at the entire series of images on the glasses, Moro smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case."
On the whole series of images, a flashing red dot is very close to Morrow.
"Is it that city..." Through the flying dust, Moro looked at the high-rise buildings in Dubai.
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Song Ya spent most of the day sulking in the suite.
In fact, she was not angry with Zuo Han, but Li Yuan's provocation stimulated her most sensitive place.
Later, she also felt that it was not good to vent her anger on Zuo Han, so she locked him out. She tried to calm down her mood and wanted to get Zuo Han back.
As a result, as soon as I went out, I saw Zuo Han through the glass wall.
By now, Zuo Han and Rashid had become thoroughly familiar with each other, and the two were drinking and chatting. On both sides were sexy beauties in bikinis. Two of them even sat on Zuo Han's lap.
When Song Ya saw it, she suddenly became angry again. She went back angrily and closed the door again.
Thinking of those girls in bikinis, Song Ya's eyes turned red.
Song Ya walked into the bathroom silently, turned on the shower head, and slowly untied her clothes.
Even wearing a suit with long sleeves and high collar, Song Ya's good figure cannot be concealed. In terms of body curve alone, Song Ya is not inferior to those bikini girls at all.
But when the clothes are taken off and the skin underneath is exposed, it will look completely different.
Brown lines are all over the body, like some kind of irregular totem pattern. The lines seem to change when the body moves slightly, giving people a sense of supernatural horror.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Ya sobbed. Tears welled up from her eyes.
Cyborg technology saved Song Ya's life, but also left her with this terrifying pattern.
There may be women who don't care about beauty, but there are absolutely no women who don't care about their appearance at all. The reason why Song Ya dresses conservatively is to cover up these things on her skin.
Song Ya thought she could bear it. But Li Yuan's words inadvertently stirred her sensitive nerves that had been suppressed for a long time.
Song Ya cried, as helpless as a child...
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Rashid wanted to invite Zuo Han and Song Ya to dinner. But Song Ya still didn't come out. There was no way, Zuo Han had to go to the banquet by himself, and didn't go back until after ten o'clock.
Zuo Han was fully mentally prepared. If Song Ya still refused to let him enter the room, he would go live with Rashid.
But this time, Song Ya left the door open for Zuo Han.
Walking to the door of the suite, Zuo Han was about to knock on the door, only to find that the door was ajar. Pushing the door open and entering the room, he found that the lights were dark inside, and Song Ya seemed to be leaning on the sofa.
"I haven't slept yet." Zuo Han turned on the light.
Turning to Song Ya again, Zuo Han couldn't help being surprised.
Song Ya was wearing pajamas, leaning on the sofa, with her eyes rolled out and a little foam flowing from the corners of her mouth.
"Song Ya, what's wrong with you?" Zuo Han couldn't run away quickly, so he helped Song Ya up and poured a surge of holy power into her.
Song Ya woke up faintly, but was still very weak. She barely raised her fingers and murmured something.
"What did you say? What do you want?" Zuo Han was anxious.
Through investigation, Zuo Han discovered that Song Ya's heartbeat and blood flow rate were gradually slowing down. If this rhythm continued, it would only be a matter of time before her heart stopped beating.
"Electricity, electricity..."
Song Ya whispered again, and Zuo Han finally heard it clearly.
Following the direction of Song Ya's finger, Zuo Han saw a miniature high-voltage electric baton falling on the ground.
Zuo Han lowered his head to pick it up, and Song Ya weakly tapped her heart.
Zuo Han gritted his teeth and pressed the electric baton.
There was a flash of blue light, Song Ya's body trembled, and her eyes regained some of their energy.
"Continue, continue..."
Zuo Han pressed it again, Song Ya shook again and recovered a lot.
She took the electric prod from Zuo Han's hand, adjusted the current to the maximum, and stabbed Song Ya to the heart.
With a sizzling sound, Song Ya was bounced to the carpet.
Zuo Han quickly went over to help, but Song Ya stood up on her own. She took a few breaths and said, "I'm fine."
Seeing that Zuo Han still looked confused, Song Ya explained: "Biochemical modification is not perfect, and the heart often stagnates. It needs to be stimulated with electric shock every once in a while, otherwise it may die at any time. I forgot today."
Zuo Han suddenly realized, looked at Song Ya, picked up a blanket from the sofa and handed it over.
Song Ya was stunned for a moment, then looked down and realized that due to the continuous electric shock, the buttons on her clothes had been opened, revealing her body underneath.
Song Ya didn't show off her shyness. Instead, she smiled bitterly and said, "I'm so sorry for letting you see something ugly."
Zuo Han shook his head: "You are beautiful."
"Beauty?" Song Ya, whose nerves were sensitive, became furious, tore off her clothes and shouted: "Is this called beauty? Monsters are monsters. I don't need your sympathy or these false comforts!!"
Song Ya took off her clothes and looked like she was crazy.
Zuo Han looked at Song Ya with clear eyes, took a blanket and put it on Song Ya, and said softly: "I'm not comforting you, I really think you are beautiful."
Zuo Han didn't lie.
In the universe, there are countless races of all kinds. There are even more people with totems on their bodies, but no one thinks they are ugly. Song Ya's lines may be scary to some people when they see them, but in Zuo Han's eyes, they are just
It is equivalent to a kind of totem decoration. If it is placed in the outside world, it may be worshiped as a perfect work of art.
But Zuo Han couldn't say these words to Song Ya.
Song Ya broke away from Zuo Han's hand and was about to have an attack. Zuo Han leaned forward slightly and kissed Song Ya's forehead gently.
Song Ya's body was shaken and she started to cry.
Zuo Han took Song Ya into his arms, patting her back gently like coaxing a child...
Song Ya raised her head and looked at Zuo Han. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly had an impulse.
Song Ya's lips suddenly pressed against Zuo Han's mouth.
Zuo Han was startled for a moment, but did not push Song Ya away.
He was a little passive at first, but he quickly responded.
Lips meet, tongues entwined.
Song Ya was already naked, and the lines on her body were changing into strange colors.
Zuo Han also took off his clothes one by one, and hugged Song Ya tightly.
Fell on the carpet, turn to the sofa, bed...
In the magical colors, two bodies are entangled and rolling...
In the top-notch King's Suite, the wildest drama unfolded. (To be continued...)