While Qin Fei was sitting on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped around him and talking to Chili Anruosu who was far away, in the bar of zahotel, Major Michelle, the operations commander of MI17, licked the back of his hand.
of salt powder and pour a cup of agave into your mouth.
The strong alcohol made Michelle's face feel a little hot, and two patches of crimson appeared on her slightly freckled skin.
Originally, in a country like Ingushetia, due to religious reasons, the sale and consumption of alcoholic beverages is not allowed, but Zahotel is a five-star hotel, and many foreigners stay here. In order to take care of the living habits of these foreigners, this hotel is
It is a rare place to set up a bar.
"Handsome guy, give me two more drinks."
At the bar, the bartender wearing an exquisite white shirt and vest glanced at Michelle, who was already tipsy, and said politely: "This wine is very strong, isn't it..."
"Is it something?" Michelle raised her head suddenly, her eyes suddenly becoming fierce.
She is the operations commander of MI17, and her subordinates are all battle-experienced soldiers. She has also survived a hail of bullets, and she has a murderous aura about her.
At this moment, she put her hands on the bar and leaned forward slightly, like a tigress just about to pounce.
The bartender was startled and immediately changed his mind: "No, no, no, it's nothing..."
After that, obediently go get Michelle a drink.
"Major, you are single for a reason."
Mist's voice came from behind, and then a familiar breath floated by, and the person was already sitting at the bar.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers twice to summon the bartender.
"Give me three glasses of the same wine as this lady's, with soda and lemon slices."
"?" the bartender asked.
"That's right."
After the bartender left, Mist pointed at the other person's back and said, "Look, the young guys are so scared that they all walk around you when they pass by you."
"Why didn't you go around?" Michelle squinted her eyes and looked at Mist with a hazy look.
Mist shrugged. At this time, the bartender brought it over according to his request and placed it in front of him. He looked at Michelle, then looked at Mist with a look of pity and admiration.
Mist's harsh words are that it's pitiful that Mist is actually with such a woman.
After the bartender walked away, Mist said: "Look, he thinks we are a couple."
"Hahahahaha——" Michelle suddenly laughed heartily without warning. After laughing, he poured the wine into his mouth, looked at Mist, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and became as hard as marble and said:
"This joke is not funny at all."
"Major, you are really single based on your strength..." After saying that, he sprinkled some salt on the back of his hand, then covered the mouth of the cup with a coaster, and slapped three cups of tequila with soda on the table.
BOOM——
BOOM——
BOOM——
With three pops, countless bubbles appeared in the cup, and the whole cup seemed to come alive all of a sudden, with the aroma of agave scurrying around violently.
Mist put the lemon slice into his mouth, poured three glasses of tequila into his mouth in one breath, and finally let out a long burp.
“It’s so cool!”
He shook his head violently and said.
Michelle looked at Mist with interest, her eyes changed slightly, and said, "You still seem to have some alcohol content."
"Of course, a man, drunk with strong wine..." Mist replied casually, but stopped here and glanced at Michelle with some embarrassment.
Michelle snorted coldly and said: "Don't think that I don't know what the last sentence means. I know a lot of you soldiers, especially you special forces who like to do exciting work with your heads up."
"You know?" Mist smiled: "I thought many women didn't know."
Picking up the small glass, looking at it under the light, Michelle said playfully: "Drunk with strong wine, sleeping with the most beautiful women... you stinky soldiers..."
After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass and waved to the bartender: "Three more drinks!"
The bartender came over like a mouse who only saw a cat and placed three glasses of tequila in front of Michelle.
Mist said: "You can just bring the two bottles of tequila over here, and bring me some lemon and soda. We don't need you to wait on us. Let's go on our way."
The bartender was having a headache all night having to deal with the tigress Michelle. When he heard Mist's words, he immediately felt like he was being amnesty. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and quickly delivered everything Mist wanted.
, and also brought over some extra French fries and mutton jerky.
"Call me if you need anything." He was very polite in his words, but his eyes betrayed him. The implication was very clear, "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
"It's none of your business here, stay away from us." Mist waved his hand and drove away the bartender.
There weren't many people drinking in the hotel, and Michelle's bastard spirit was revealed, which had already scared away a bunch of men who wanted to flirt with the major, and even scared away the bartenders at the bar.
Now with the addition of Mist from the Delta Force, the two of them stood in the corner of the bar with a "no strangers allowed" look, and there was nothing alive within a ten-meter radius around them.
"Major, are you afraid of delaying tomorrow's business if you drink so much?" Mist was looking for trouble.
"Something? What else will happen tomorrow? The FSB people are going to test 200% of DNA. How long do you think it will take?" Michelle looked at Mist with a sneer on her face: "In the next three days, I estimate that we
We all have to spend time here..."
Having said this, she made herself a glass, knocked out the bubbles, and poured it into her mouth.
"Fake! This is really a torture!"
Michelle's Cockney accent also has a unique flavor when she curses the most frequent curse word in English.
"Every time I think of the dead Joyce and Hugo lying in the hospital, I want to kill Ryuichi Kawasaki with my own hands!" She stared at the empty cup fiercely and filled another cup for herself.
"Major, you will get drunk if you drink like this."
"Drunk?" Michelle smiled self-deprecatingly: "Alcohol is a good thing. It can at least help me get through these sad days. In three days, if it is confirmed that Baskev is dead, I will leave here immediately.
"
She turned to look at Mist: "I have told you before that the Slavs cannot believe it."
"Actually, Colonel Alexanderkovic's decision was right. At least he was thinking about the lives of his subordinates..." Mist planned to smooth things over and make Michelle feel better.
"For your own sake? Then the life of my people is not life? Do you know how many of my subordinates died in order to obtain this information and to track Kawasaki Ryuichi? Just the one you know is Joyce, and the one who was seriously injured is Hugo.
You didn’t know it before, you didn’t know..."
As she spoke, her eye circles turned red.
"Anderson, Brendel, Locke..." She counted on her fingers, tears falling uncontrollably.
Mist was a little panicked. It was the first time he saw Michelle cry.
In previous contacts, everyone, including Qin Fei and Mist, felt that Michelle was a tough person, at least forgetting her gender.
However, she is actually still a woman, just stronger than ordinary women.
After hesitating for a moment, Michelle next to him had already counted five or six names.
Mist reached out and held down Michelle's hand that was raised in the air for counting.
"Major, that's enough."
He picked up the wine glass, raised it in the air, and said, "Come here, pay homage to those dead soldiers."
Michelle was stunned for a moment, and then also raised her glass.
"Here's to them!"
…
The two of them chatted until both bottles of tequila were gone. Mist never thought that Michelle was such a talkative person. She said more in the three or four hours tonight than she did in the two or three months before.
More.
For the first time, he took a serious look at the frontline commander. Perhaps both he and Qin Fei had looked at Michelle through colored glasses before.
At 1:30 that night, Michelle was already very drunk. Mist paid the bill and led her to the room upstairs.
Michelle's room is on the fourth floor, next to Qin Fei and Mist's rooms.
They walked to the door, took the card to open the door, and the two of them almost bumped into the room.
The door was kicked shut with a bang by Michelle.
She pushed Mist hard against the wall.
"Do you want to stay with me..."
"This..." Mist, who had always taken the initiative, felt a little uncomfortable when a woman took the initiative for the first time.
"You are no longer a child in the kindergarten. I know you have a nickname. Qin Fei gave it to you, called Big Stallion, right?"
"That kid...Fake..."
Before he finished speaking, Mist suddenly screamed.
Michelle reached directly into his crotch with one hand and grabbed the crime tool that Mist was most proud of.
The lights flicked off, and the whole room was dark.
The most primitive hormones instantly filled the whole room, love and desire floated on the ceiling, the TV in the room was turned on, and a program inside was playing a song by Alexander Vasilyevich, a famous composer from the former Soviet Union.
March "War of the Holy Spirit" composed by Alexandrov and lyrics by V. Lebedev-Kumach.
Amidst the majestic music, there is occasionally a low scream belonging to Mist...
Qin Fei, who was next door, had finished his phone call with An Ruosu and was wiping his hair in the room with a towel around him. He was surprised by the strange sound coming from next door.
That's Michelle's room...
Damn it, where did this iron woman find meat tonight? (To be continued)