"It's easy to kill me, but are you sure you can kill me? Huh..."

Facing the gun, Han Hu arrogantly and domineeringly sprayed a mouthful of smoke at the militants in front of him.?

This posture made everyone in the suicide squad admire him. To be honest, when they were surrounded, when they were removed and when they were pointed at by the gun, they were really weak.

But I just have weak legs, and I really don’t feel afraid when I talk about fear. If I were afraid of this scene, how could I join the suicide squad? I have been excluded long ago.

"Do you think I'm not happy? Actually, there's no need to do this. I'm just a passerby here." Han Hu curled his lips and said, "I'm wearing a United Nations military uniform, and I'm destined to not stay here for a long time."

All the armed groups were wearing robes, covering their faces and showing their eyes. Han Hu could clearly see that the man in front of him was very upset, and he felt like he wanted to pull the trigger and kill him.

"Raising your hands!" The militants made a hoarse voice.

"Sorry, I won't raise my hands because I'm not here to surrender, I want to see Sorona." Han Hu took another cigarette and smiled: "When I came here, I brought a gift to Sorona, and this gift directly related to your situation. Let's put it this way, we are from the United Nations peacekeeping force, and we all come from China. I don't know how credible China is in your place, but I think that except for some who come here to sell high-quality Adidas sneakers, the rest are pretty good. The Iraq War was not started by China, but America. And America has always wanted to kill us, so from this level, the enemy's enemies can be friends."

After saying that, Han Hu reached out and pushed the barrel away and walked slowly forward.

"Stop, otherwise I will beat you to death!" The militants were furious.

This is the first time he has seen such an arrogant and domineering guy. What if he is from the United Nations peacekeeping force? This is their Iraq!

Han Hu stopped, turned around with a smile and took out a cigarette and threw it to the other party.

"Friends, foreign goods are hard to get."

This action is so good that Long Xiaoqi's style, probably because the person who is close to the vermilion is red and close to the ink is black. Since Han Hu was beaten by Long Xiaoqi and failed to revenge several times, he began to slowly regard Comrade Xiaoqi as his idol.

Of course, the styles of the two are very different. Long Xiaoqi is more ruthless, and Han Hu is more wild; Long Xiaoqi is worried and is easy to be afraid, but Han Hu is really not afraid of heaven or earth now!

Then the warriors of the cigarette were stunned for a moment and actually forgot whether they should have shot or not.

"Smack it..."

Lonely applause sounded, and an armed leader wearing a robe walked out from behind a group of militants. But her appearance in a national robe was even more pleasing to the eye because her figure was concave and not only was it not blocked by the robe, but it gave people a more hazy beauty.

"You are a warrior." A clear and pleasant voice came out from the armed leader: "I am Sorona. I don't know what you have to ask me for, what gifts do you want to give me?"

Han Hu looked at Solona who was walking out, his eyes narrowed gently, and he looked at the other person's body unscrupulously.

"Bang!"

A butt next to him hit his face, almost lying down. But even so, Han Hu still grinned and looked at Solona's body.

"If your eyes are not honest, I will dig it out!" The militants next to him warned.

"Hahaha..." Han Hu rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight, smiling at Solona: "The beauty of a woman is for men to see. The more focused I look at, the more you prove your beauty. It would be better if you can take off the veil. You must know that my aesthetic vision is very high."

"Bastard!" The militants next to him raised the stock again.

"Stop!" Sorona waved her hand to stop her. She walked over slowly and stared at Han Hu's arrogant and wild eyes.

Similarly, Han Hu also saw Sorona's eyes clearly and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: Damn, it's so beautiful, just like a black pearl!

Sorona's pupils are black, very clear and beautiful. This kind of black is different from the black in China, because it is as black as night, as white as snow, and the deep eye sockets of the race, giving people an amazing feeling.

What would it look like if the veil was removed? Han Hu didn't know, he was looking forward to it very much.

"Give me a reason to keep you alive." Sorona stared at Han Hu.

"Even if you die now, it's worth it!" Han Hu smiled and said, "You can choose to kill me or not. If you can see your Sorona's eyes, I, Han Hu, will be worth it for the rest of my life!"

The smooth mouth and tongue give women a feeling of comfort.

Han Hu was very stupid in the past and didn't know how to pick up girls at all. Now he is very familiar with the way because he has a good teacher. This good teacher is definitely not Long Xiaoqi, but his little lover in China, Lin Youran.

Lin Youran is now devoted to Han Hu and is willing to be a little lover. With Lin Youran's intelligence, of course she knows what a man needs. She knows her identity and how to please her.

Sorona smiled and nodded at Han Hu and said, "If you come here just to talk, then..."

The two guns were raised at the same time, pressing against Han Hu's head.

"Do you think you can kill me like this?" Han Hu shook his head and said, "Do you know the thorn? Assassin thorn. He has come to Iraq for three missions and assassinated three targets, causing a strong sensation."

Hearing the word "小小小小", Sorona's eyes showed a strong worship look. Of course, she had heard of "小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小

Back then, the Shitao assassinated three heavyweights, including the one she is most familiar with, and the one she will never forget.

Han Hu felt comfortable about Sorona's reaction. He had done many tasks during the divine punishment training, and he always used the code name "Strange Thorn". He remembered very clearly that he had been to Iraq three times and successfully assassinated three important bosses.

If others assassinate, they will definitely leave their own name - the thorn.

It seems that Sorona knows his nickname... In fact, he played a lot of things. The word "就歌" made many Iraqi leaders anxious, fearing that they would become the next target of "就歌".

Suddenly, Han Hu's upper body stretched his bowstring back, and his hands raised his rifle away like lightning.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunshot suddenly rang out, and two bullets rubbed against his forehead and the back of his head.

At this moment, his right hand swept across Sorona's face.

The veil fell, Han Hu was stunned, his brows frowned, and the murderous aura in his eyes surged out!

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Chapter completed!