Chapter 59: A+A

Rhine stood still in front of Shang Ke, and the huge momentum rushed towards him, firmly imprisoning him.

Shang Ke took a step back and leaned his back against the metal bed frame, immediately feeling cold. Just as he was about to open his mouth to break the silence, his face suddenly changed, and a domineering aura forcibly broke through his defenses and entered his body.

Rhine stretched out his long legs, stepped into his legs, and pulled him into his arms with one hand, and the two bodies were close to each other, as if he could clearly feel the flow of blood and the beating pulse of the other party's body.

Shang Ke raised his hand to block, but the other party did not retreat but advanced, and vigorously stretched his legs, while holding his waist with both hands to prevent him from breaking free. Strong pheromones with majestic *, from the bottom to the body straight into the body.

Shang Ke snorted, two flames lit up in his eyes, and he glared angrily at the man in front of him, he didn't believe that this man dared to commit violence against him in the training camp.

However, Shang Ke clearly underestimated the arrogance and privilege of the alpha powerhouse, and the general system was not binding on Rhine, who was in a high position. Moreover, in the history of the Empire, there has never been a record of one alpha being stronger than another. So even if Rhine really did it, probably no one would believe it.

Shang Ke's angry eyes, like a detonator, instantly ignited Rhine's โ–กโ–ก. He slammed into Shang Ke's lips, devouring his breath.

Shang Ke was imprisoned by him on the bed frame and couldn't move, and every time he resisted, he would usher in a more violent attack. His body was invaded by Rhine's breath little by little, and pleasure and shame hit his brain at the same time, Shang Ke gradually felt powerless, and once again deeply realized the gap in strength between him and Rhine.

Unwilling!

Shang Ke clenched his fists, struggling to resist the pheromones that were wreaking havoc inside him. Although Rhine didn't really enter, his breath had already taken possession of him all over again, leaving traces of him in every part and every inch of skin.

This is more unbearable than doing it with real guns.

Shang Ke suddenly grabbed the bed board above him with his backhand, and his body jerked up, his legs flexed, and he kicked Rhine in the chest hard.

Rhine's arm was crossed, and Shang Ke was kicked back half a step.

It's a pity that the dormitory space is too small and there is no room for play, but in a moment, he was stopped by Rhine and collapsed on the bed.

His hands and feet were restrained, Shang Ke's heart was on fire, and he bit down on Rhine's neck, biting so hard that he almost bit off a piece of Rhine's meat.

Rhine's eyes darkened, and he flipped him over, ripping off his loose clothes, revealing his scarred back. Seeing the scars, Rhine paused, saw him struggling, pressed his arms again, and then lowered his head to bite his lower back.

Shang Ke shuddered and said loudly, "Rhine, what are you doing?!" โ€

"Markup."

The fiery breath seeped into Shang Ke's skin along the bite marks, and the pinprick pain made him cry out.

"Don't!" Shang Ke struggled, and pheromones surged wildly.

The alpha breath rushes together, and the Rhine mark fails. His eyes darkened, leaned over to Shang Ke's ear, and whispered, "Do you want you to want you now, or do you want me to mark it honestly." โ€

"I don't want either!" Once marked, the marker's pheromone will be left on his body, which is undoubtedly a sue to others, as an alpha, he was claimed by another alpha. With the breath of another man on his body, how will he face "him" in the future?

"Then it's up to me." Rhine pulled him up, flipped him over and pressed against the head of the bed, and bullied him up.

Raising his eyes, casually catching a glimpse of his expression, Rhine stopped moving.

It is true that conquering the alpha in front of him made Rhine feel an indescribable sense of pleasure, but the humiliation and anger in this person's eyes made him hesitate a little. Seeing him uncomfortable, he will also feel inexplicably bored.

In this world, only the alpha strong are qualified to say "no". To control and to be controlled, to conquer and to be conquered, to mark and to be marked, are all laws of nature. Rhine didn't feel that he was wrong, but it seemed that he wanted more than that......

"You're still too weak." Rhine's fingers brushed the corners of Shang Ke's eyes and murmured. If this person were an omega, I'm afraid he would have been tossing and turning under himself a long time ago. He didn't understand why he was resisting the instincts of his body? There's pleasure on both sides, isn't it?

"Give me time, I'll definitely get stronger!" Shang Ke swears that even if he doesn't do the mission, he will become stronger! This fucking world is completely unreasonable, identity and strength are a qiฤ“!

"I'll wait." Rhine sat up slowly, and then stared at him coldly, "But remember, you belong to me, and I will not allow you to be tainted with the breath of anyone but me." โ€

Shang Ke was silent.

"Pack up and get ready for training in the evening." Rhine tidied up his loose uniform a little, and then left the dorm room.

Shang Ke almost ran around, but he was well-dressed. There is still his breath in the body, and this feeling of being wheeled is really not very good.

cao๏ผ Since coming to this world, Shang Ke has swearing more frequently.

He decided to put aside the matter of finding someone for the time being, pay close attention to training, and do his best to raise his strength to the height of "whoever is on who is yang"!

In the next time, Shang Ke put almost all his energy into training, getting up earlier than others, training longer than others, paying more hardships than others, and improving slower than others.

Many people secretly ridiculed him for his poor qualifications, and from time to time he made sarcastic remarks, but Shang Ke turned a deaf ear. Such forbearance makes them even more despised, and at the same time, they can't help but be a little disappointed, this is the "hero" praised by the outside world? has neither strength nor blood, the reason why he was able to survive in the first place was completely due to luck.

Rhine heard the soldiers' criticism and did not help. That person must convince everyone by his own ability, otherwise it will be difficult in the future.

"Lieutenant, I've seen your battle video in Via City, and I admire your strength, now that you're on the same team, I wonder if you can ask for a few tricks?" An officer, who was also a lieutenant, walked up to Shang Ke and asked in a sincere tone.

Shang Ke had just finished his daily training with the rest of the team, and the others were all relaxed, only he was pale, sweaty, and looked like he was prostration.

Shang Ke looked at the group of players around him who were about to watch a good show, slowly put down the kettle in his hand, and replied, "Okay." โ€

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and smiled, "Please." โ€

The two walked into the middle of the field, one put on a standard military posture, and the other even walked a little crookedly.

There was a small chuckle from the sidelines.

The lieutenant suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to compete with him, wasn't this bullying? Even if you win, you won't feel a sense of accomplishment! Let's do it quickly.

His gaze flickered, his body moved, and he rushed straight towards Shang Ke, swinging a heavy punch at his face, bringing gusts of wind. Everyone watching the battle next to them can feel the power of this move, and once it is hit, even if it does not die, it will be seriously injured.

Shang Ke didn't seem to have the intention of dodging at all, and when he saw the fist roaring, everyone thought he was going to be finished, only to find that his figure suddenly disappeared in front of him. The lieutenant's fist swung into the air, and his steps rushed forward a few steps due to inertia, but before he could stand firmly, he suddenly felt a numbness in his knees, and his legs involuntarily bent downward, and then the back of his neck was hit hard, his brain was dizzy, and the whole person collapsed weakly.

The whole process only lasted two or three seconds, and everyone's eyes didn't have time to blink before it ended.

There was silence.

Shang Ke turned his back to the collapsed lieutenant, his face still pale, his body still weak, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and then slid down his red lips. He wiped it casually, his eyes drooped slightly, and there was a bit of laziness between his eyebrows and eyes, standing alone in the open field, as if he was weak but strong, which was an indescribable unique temperament.

He waited where he was for a moment, and when he saw that the lieutenant had not woken up, he turned and left.

"I'll rub, one move, just one move to knock Esse unconscious!" Seeing Shang Ke leave, the scene immediately became noisy.

"Did anyone see his movements just now? How can it be so fast? โ€

"The surveillance should have been filmed, come back and take a look."

It was not uncommon to defeat a lieutenant, but it was too easy, too freehand, too quick, and obviously too inadequate, which had to surprise everyone.

When the lieutenant woke up, his face turned red and he said angrily, "I don't accept it! I'm going to play him again. โ€

Someone next to him immediately kindly told him that Shang Ke had gone to the medical room.

He chased after him.

When I came to the door of the medical room, I was about to knock on the door when I heard a conversation coming from inside the door.

"Lieutenant Fillmore, I must remind you once again that your bodily functions have been severely damaged, and ordinary physical training can make you suffer for three days and three nights, not to mention more than ten hours of continuous heavy training every day!" The doctor counted in a rage. This guy is already a regular visitor to the medical room, and every time he checks his body, he feels his heart beating. The body is overdrawn, accompanied by muscle spasms, and even the road is unstable, but you can still keep training!

Shang Ke sat on the bed and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." "He's the legendary masochist now, and the frustration he gets, the more courageous he becomes, hehe.

"It's okay, it's okay, you say that every time." The doctor brought him the potion and said angrily, "You listen to me, tomorrow for a day off, otherwise I will give you sleeping pills directly." โ€

"Doctor, you're a threat to Chiguo." Protest is still possible.

"Hmph, I'll threaten you, you go complain!" The doctor wanted to pinch him, but he couldn't bear it, so he had to hold it himself.

"Okay, I'll ...... later" At this point, he suddenly stopped, because he saw that Shang Ke had fallen asleep by the bed for some time.

Looking at the scars on his body and his calm sleeping face, the doctor couldn't help but feel sad. Outsiders only see the glory of the heroes, and who cares how much hardship they have paid.

The doctor sighed and gently covered Shang Ke with the quilt.

Lieutenant Esse outside the door lowered his head, turned around silently, and was about to leave, when he saw Rhine standing quietly behind him, his face gloomy, almost scared him.

Ethiopia hurriedly saluted, and Rhine said: "Run a hundred miles with a weight, and the fighter will be cross-country for 5 hours, and it will be executed immediately." โ€

Esse looked tragic and went away in despair.

Rhine walked into the infirmary, and the doctor saw him come in, saluted, and walked away.

Rhine came to the bedside, watched quietly for a moment, and then leaned over and lightly imprinted a kiss on his lips.

Shang Ke complied with the doctor's wishes, and decided to take a day off the next day, go out to visit his mother and father, and buy some daily necessities.

As soon as I walked out of the training camp, I saw Ryan standing not far away. Shang Ke was looking for him for him, and was hesitating whether he should go up to say hello, but saw him suddenly run to the other side, it turned out that he had an appointment with Zeka.

Shang Ke shrugged, no need to say hello, what should he do. He turned around and walked away cheerfully.

Just as he turned around, Zeka over there suddenly raised his head, looked at his distant back, and then looked at Ryan in front of him, and said with a smile: "Philmore has been training hard lately, aren't you going to see him?" โ€

Ryan gave him a strange look, "You know I don't like him. โ€

"Oh? Is it? Zeka smiled faintly, remembering that not long ago, Ryan had a close relationship with Fillmore, and even heard that the two had established a relationship, and he planned to compete with Fillmore, why didn't he like it in a blink of an eye? Since when did this start? Hmm, it seems to be after the rumors that Fillmore's strength has been greatly reduced?

Zeka still had a smile on his face, but there was a bit of boredom and ridicule in his eyes.