Chapter 1235

While Qin Fei was sitting on the toilet cover with a bath towel and wet all over, talking to the little pepper anruosu far away, in the bar of artisplaza Hotel, major Michel, the operation commander of mi17, was licking the salt powder on the back of his hand and pouring a cup of tequila into his mouth.

The strong alcohol made Michelle's face a little hot, and two pieces of crimson flew on her slightly freckled skin.

Originally, in countries like Ingushetia, alcoholic drinks are not allowed to be sold and drunk due to religious reasons, but artisplaza hotel is a five-star hotel. Many foreigners stay here. In order to take care of the living habits of these foreigners, it is a rare place to set up bars.

"Handsome boy, give me two more."

In the bar, the bartender in a delicate white shirt and vest looked at Michelle, who was slightly drunk, and politely said, "the wine is very strong, isn't it..."

"Isn't it something?" Michelle raised her head sharply, and her eyes suddenly became fierce.

She is the operation commander of mi17. Her men are all experienced soldiers. She also survived the hail of bullets. She has a murderous spirit.

Now she put her hands on the bar and leaned forward slightly, just like a tigress who just jumped out.

The bartender stirred up the spirit and immediately changed his mouth: "no, no, no, nothing..."

With that, go and get Michelle wine.

"Major, you're single for a reason."

Mister's voice came from behind, and then the familiar smell floated by. People were already sitting by the bar.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers to attract the bartender.

"Give me three glasses of wine like this lady, soda and lemon slices."

"Takila?" asked the bartender.

"That's right."

When the bartender left, Mister pointed to each other's back and said, "you see, it scares the boys like this. They walk around you when they pass you."

"Why don't you walk around?" Michelle tilted her eyes and looked dimly at mister.

Mister shrugged. At this time, the bartender sent takila in accordance with his requirements, put it in front of him, looked at Michelle, and looked at Mister with a compassionate look. He didn't know whether he admired Mister or pitiful Mister was actually with such a woman.

When the bartender walked away, Mister said, "you see, he regarded us as a couple."

"Ha ha ha ha -" Michelle suddenly laughed without warning. After laughing, she poured the wine into her mouth and looked at mister. The smile on her face instantly disappeared and became as hard as marble. "This joke is not funny at all."

"Major, you are really single by strength..." said, sprinkled some salt on the back of your hand, covered the mouth with a coaster, and patted three glasses of tequila with soda on the table.

BOOM——

BOOM——

BOOM——

With three explosions, countless bubbles appeared in the cup. The whole cup seemed to come alive at once, and the smell of tequila ran angrily.

Mister put lemon slices into his mouth, poured three glasses of tequila into his mouth at one breath, and finally gave a long hiccup.

"That's great!"

He shook his head and said.

Michelle looked at Mister with great interest. Her eyes changed a little and said, "you still look like you have some drinking capacity."

"Of course, men, drunk and strong..." Mister answered casually, but stopped here and glanced at Michelle awkwardly.

Michelle snorted coldly: "don't think I don't know what the last sentence is. I know a lot of you soldiers, especially you special forces with your head like stimulating work."

"You know?" Mister smiled. "I thought many women didn't know."

Picked up the small wine glass and looked at it in detail at the bottom of the light. Michelle said thoughtfully: "drunk and strong wine, sleeping the most beautiful women... You stinky soldiers..."

Then he finished drinking the wine in the cup and waved to the bartender, "three more cups!"

The bartender came over like a mouse who saw a cat and put three glasses of tequila in front of Michelle.

Mister said, "just bring me two bottles of tequila and bring me some lemon and soda. We don't need you to serve. Let's go."

The bartender was having a headache and had to deal with Michelle the tigress all night. When he heard Mister's words, he immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. He soon sent all the things Mister wanted, and brought some extra French fries and dried mutton.

"Call me again if you need it." he was very polite in his words, but his eyes betrayed himself. The implication was obvious, that was "don't disturb me if you have nothing".

"It's none of your business here. Stay away from us." Mister waved away the bartender.

There were not many drinkers in the hotel. Michelle's bastard spirit was exposed, which had already scared away a bunch of men who planned to go up and tease the major, and even scared away the bartenders in the bar.

Now add a mister from the delta army. They look like "strangers are not allowed to enter". They are across the corner of the bar. There is nothing alive within a radius of 10 meters.

"Major, don't you worry about delaying tomorrow's business if you drink so much?" Mister asked for nothing.

"What's the matter? What will happen tomorrow? How long do you think it will take for the FSB to test 200 DNA?" Michelle looked at Mister with sarcasm: "in the next three days, I guess we'll all spend time here..."

At this point, she prepared a glass of takila for herself, knocked out the bubbles, looked up and poured it into her mouth.

"Falk! This is really a torture!"

Michelle's London accent, scolding the most frequently used dirty words in English, also has a different flavor.

"Every time I think of dead Joyce and Hugo lying in the hospital, I want to kill lung Ichi Kawasaki with my own hands!" she stared at the empty cup and filled it for herself.

"Major, you'll get drunk."

"Drunk?" Michelle smiled mockingly. "Alcohol is a good thing. At least it can let me spend these sad days. Three days later, if it is confirmed that baskiev is dead, I will leave here immediately."

She turned to look at Mister: "I told you, Slavs can't believe it."

"In fact, Colonel Alexander kovich's decision is also right. At least he is thinking about the lives of his subordinates..." Mister plans to make it round and make Michelle feel better.

"Think about it? Then my life is not life? Do you know how many of my subordinates died in order to get these information and track longyi, Kawasaki? You know Joyce alone. Hugo was seriously injured. You didn't know, didn't know..."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red.

"Anderson, brende, Locke..." as she broke her fingers, tears couldn't help dripping down.

Mister was a little flustered. He saw Michelle cry for the first time.

In previous contacts, everyone, including Qin Fei and mister, felt that Michelle was an iron figure, at least forgetting her gender.

However, in fact, she is still a woman, just stronger than ordinary women.

After hesitating for a moment, Michelle next to him had counted five or six names.

Mister reached out and pressed Michelle's hand, which was raised in the air to count.

"Major, that's enough."

He picked up his glass, raised it in the air and said, "come on, to the dead soldiers."

Michelle was stunned and raised her glass.

"To them!"

……

The two talked until the two bottles of tequila were all sold out. Mister never thought that Michelle was such a talker. She said more in the three or four hours tonight than in the two or three months before.

For the first time, he carefully examined the front-line commander. Maybe both himself and Qin Fei looked at Michelle with colored glasses before.

At 12:30 at night, Michelle was drunk. Mister bought the bill and drove her upstairs to the room.

Michelle's room is on the fourth floor, next to Qin Fei and Mister's room.

To the door, pick up the card and open the door. They almost bumped into the room.

The door was slammed shut by Michelle's back hook kick.

She pushed Mister hard against the wall.

"Do you want to stay with me..."

"This..." Mister, who has always taken the initiative, was taken the initiative by a woman for the first time, but he didn't adapt to it.

"You're not a child in the nursery. I know you have a nickname. Qin Fei gave it to you. It's called a stallion, isn't it?"

"That boy... Fark..."

Before the words fell, Mister suddenly screamed.

Michelle reached directly into his crotch and grabbed the tool that Mister was most proud of.

The light snapped off and the whole room was dark.

The most primitive hormones filled the whole room instantly. Feelings and desires floated on the ceiling. The TV in the room was turned on. A program was playing a march of the war of the gods composed by the famous composer of the former Soviet Union Alexander vasiliyevich Alexandrov and the lyrics of VA Lebedev kumachi.

In the majestic music, there is a low scream belonging to Mister from time to time

Qin Fei next door had finished the phone call with an ruosu and was wiping his hair in the room with a bath towel. He was surprised by the strange sound from the next door.

That's Michelle's room

Hell, where the hell did this iron woman find meat tonight?