Important chapters, don’t skip the order, the International Special Forces Competition kicks off!

"Gu!"

Looking at Yang Xiaomei, who was wearing only underwear, blushing on the bed, and her eyes were closed, and looking at her plump buttocks wrapped in denim shorts and her slender waist exposed to the air, Lan Feng couldn't help but swallowed subconsciously.

After pondering for a while, Lan Feng calmed down his restless mood, and then he spoke slowly: "Xiaomei, since the injury is on his butt, I think it's better for you to lie down and raise your butt."

"This...well..."

After hearing Lan Feng's words, Yang Xiaomei's cheeks turned redder. She just hesitated for a while, then nodded gently, and then lay on the bed with the help of Lan Feng, lifting her plump buttocks.

"I'm going to take off my pants!"

Looking at Yang Xiaomei's high and plump buttocks, Lan Feng took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and spoke slowly.

"Um!"

Yang Xiaomei's cheeks became even redder, she buried her little head in the quilt and let out a soft hum in her mouth.

Isn’t this posture all seen by Lan Feng?

With Yang Xiaomei's permission, Lan Feng stretched out his trembling hands and gently unbuttoned the belt and buttons of Yang Xiaomei's jeans, and then took the jeans shorts to her thighs and knees. Suddenly, a beautiful scene appeared in Lan Feng's sight, which made him feel dull and lost for a moment.

However, Lan Feng quickly came to his senses and picked up the hot towel and helped Yang Xiaomei wipe the wound around him. Although he was separated by the towel, Lan Feng could still clearly feel the elasticity and excellent feel of Yang Xiaomei's plump buttocks. The elasticity made Lan Feng's palms tremble violently...

If other men had probably lost control at this time, Lan Feng put aside the random thoughts in his mind, washed the wound seriously and carefully, and then carefully applied medicine to the wound, without any blasphemy at all, as if I was seriously applying medicine and feeling that there was no slightest disgusting thoughts...

"call!"

"alright!"

In just ten minutes, it was like a long century for Lan Feng. After he helped Yang Xiaomei apply medicine all over her body, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Under Yang Xiaomei's astonished gaze, Lan Feng threw a word, and ran away in a hurry like a gust of wind. He broke into the bathroom beside him and closed the door with a "bang", turned on the faucet and quickly rinsed it.

At this moment, Lan Feng's mind was full of Yang Xiaomei's graceful and infuriating body, especially the inevitable touch and friction of the skin caused by the medicine process, which almost made Lan Feng angry several times.

These days, it is really not easy to be a good driver for a gentleman.

Seeing that the faucet was ineffective in the face, Lan Feng suddenly put his head into the faucet, allowing the cold water of the faucet to wash his head, causing the temperature rising inside his body to gradually drop.

"Lan Feng, thank you..."

Lying on the bed, Yang Xiaomei heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and a moving smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and a murmur came from her mouth.

The headquarters of the Huaxia Special Forces Training Base, in the Weapon Research Room.

Weapon master Molin stood in the multi-energy research hall, looking at the ancient military sting strangely floating on the weapon bracket in front of him surrounded by a thunder dragon wrapped in lightning. A strong look of excitement and excitement appeared in his vicissitudes of eyes. His old face was replaced by a strong shock, and a trembling voice came from his mouth: "It's done! The new dragon sting is finally completed... Haha!"

"Puff!"

As the words of the weapon master Molin fell, his old body trembled suddenly, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out of his mouth.

"Master Morin, how are you doing? Is it okay?"

Seeing this, the assistant beside him quickly stretched out his palm to support the shaking body of the weapon master, and a sound of deep concern came from his mouth.

In order to study and transform the performance of this super S-class dragon thorn, the weapon master Molin has not walked out of the laboratory for a month, and has not eaten or drunk for a month, and has lost a lot of weight. If it weren't for the person above to give him a shot of medicine, he would probably have been unable to hold on.

"Haha...I'm fine...I'm very good, haha..."

Hearing the assistant's concern, the weapon master Molin laughed and shook his head: "I'm very good now, haha... cough cough..."

But the laughter of the weapon master Molin had just fallen, and he coughed violently again, and bright red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"Master Morin, I...I'll take you to the hospital..."

Seeing this, the assistant spoke anxiously.

"Hospital? No! Old man, I'll live another hundred years old." Hearing this, the weapon master Molin shook his head. He turned his head and stared at the assistant beside him with a pair of bloodshot eyes. A low voice came from his mouth: "By the way, have the leader and the others set off?"

"I heard from people outside that they were ready to go and were ready to leave for the International Special Forces Competition!"

Looking at the blood-filled terrifying eyes of the weapon master Maureen, a flash of horror flashed in the assistant's eyes and he quickly spoke.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take me there quickly!"

Hearing the assistant's words, a trace of golden light flashed in the eyes of the weapon master Molin. He stretched out his old and dry palm and grabbed the dragon thorn placed on the weapon stand from afar.

A powerful suction burst out, and the dragon thorn automatically flew into his hands, making his palm surrounded by lightning in an instant, making the weapon master Molin look full of an unfathomable feeling and an inviolable majesty.

"yes!"

Seeing this, the assistant nodded quickly and agreed, and led the master Morin to go out of the weapons research room quickly.

The training ground of the special experimental base headquarters was filled with green military uniforms, and dozens of the strongest special forces soldiers in China stood straight. All of them were looking at the six figures standing straight in the center of the training ground with awe, and unconcealed awe appeared in their eyes.

The leader was gray-haired and wearing a dark green military uniform full of medals, standing straight there, supporting the world like a sea needle. He was the myth in everyone's heart - the leader No. 1.

Next to the leader No. 1, five sharp figures stood upright, like five peerless swords unsheathed, showing their sharpness, as if they could tear everything apart. There were two eye-catching big characters printed on the military uniforms they were wearing - Shadow Dragon!

In less than a month, Lan Jue led his Shadow Dragon Special Forces to the top, stood out from countless top special forces, and qualified to represent the entire Chinese special forces to participate in the International Special Forces Competition.

Now, under the eyes of many Chinese deeds, they will fly to the top special forces competition place under the leadership of Commander No. 1.

They carry all the glory and mission of the Chinese special forces.

"salute!"

The instructor stood aside, looked at everyone, suddenly raised his right hand, and a powerful voice came from his mouth!

"Swish!"

As the instructor finished speaking, all the special forces at the scene gritted their teeth and raised their right hand to the commander No. 1. The five soldiers of the Shadow Dragon Special Forces saluted a standard military salute.

"Swish!"

At the same time, the No. 1 Commander and members of the Shadow Dragon Special Forces led by Lan Juesuo saluted and responded quickly.

It is a rare honor and a heavy mission to be able to represent the entire China to participate in the International Special Forces Competition. For this honor and mission, they have no choice but to block their lives.

The last session represented the two special forces troops participating in the International Special Forces Competition in China were defeated, and only one of them came back alive. Now he is still lying in the intensive care unit and becoming a vegetable, and has not been able to wake up yet.

But... even though they knew that this was a cruel road to death, they did not retreat even if they were alone, but instead walked forward bravely!

Because they are soldiers, from the moment they put on their military uniforms, they have made an oath - fight for the country!

Looking at the Shadow Dragon Special Forces standing straight in the center of the training ground, the special forces soldiers on the scene held back the sourness in their hearts and prevented tears from falling from falling from their eyes!

This is not the tears of parting, but the tears of self-blame and unwillingness. They hate themselves for not being able to stand out and go to participate!

"Set off!"

The instructor took a deep breath, suppressing the complexity in his heart, and a powerful voice came from his mouth!

"Swish!"

As the instructor finished speaking, Chief No. 1 took the lead and led Lan Jue and his group to board the plane!

"etc!"

Just as the plane was about to take off and set off, a rapid sound rang out at this moment.

As the sound rang out, the weapon master Molin appeared in the center of the training ground like a gust of wind under the shock and astonishment of people. He handed the dragon sting in his hand to Lan Jue, who had not boarded the plane. A solemn voice came from his mouth: "Shadow Dragon, please hand over this thunder dragon sting into the hands of the dragon sting!"

Listening to the words of the weapon master Molin, looking at his embarrassed and serious appearance, Lan Jue took a deep breath and nodded solemnly!

Then, without any nostalgia, he walked into the military helicopter that was about to take off!

The next moment, the military helicopter started and flew towards the distance with endless mission!

"Take care of yourself!"

Looking at the helicopter gradually moving away, the low voice with strong blessings came from the mouths of the special forces soldiers standing straight in the training ground.

That word of care is their most sincere blessing!

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