The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, after Lin Mo came out of the registration point, he didn't meet Leng Touqing who was in the way, and even the black pilots who were playing empty eyes were silent when they saw him.

Knocking over a big man with his bare hands and kicking it several meters away, the explosiveness and power are terrifying.

Could it be the lucky pilot's security officer? More people thought about it, and they thought of Lin Mo as a ground combatant.

What the black major called the "comfort zone" was actually a pilots' club, a place for pilots and logisticians to relax and vent, located in the southwest corner of Talshegheib Air Force Base.

The English letters "cozyclub" bent in neon signs, you can see the big characters that do not flicker from a distance, maybe it is an entertainment venue organized by "Abyss Nirvana", and it doesn't care at all whether such a striking billboard will attract bombardment.

Even if the government army and the ** army are fighting lively, both sides have air forces, and air strikes have occurred repeatedly.

The sound insulation of the newly built simple puzzle room was not very good, and the intense music spread far away, and Lin Mo could easily find a place without even asking people.

It seems to have just been built in a hurry, and the design structure of modular assembly is still exposed on the outside, with a large number of prefabricated parts, which only need to be sent to the designated place, and can be stacked like building blocks according to the drawings.

As soon as you walk through the door, a stream of noisy and warm air mixed with alcohol sweeps in, and the inside and outside are completely two worlds, filled with all kinds of sounds. There are quite a few people who vent their ** in various ways.

On the stage, there are shiny steel pipes, curvy young girls are dancing seductive pole dances, shaking breasts, straight buttocks, hot posture can't be wrapped in such a thin piece of cloth, and the eyes are shining The men are throwing dollars, winning the pole dancers at the same time. Reaching out and pinching each other's private parts hard, it caused the girls to laugh and hook people's electric eyes.

There was a strange smell in the air, and it was marijuana. I'm afraid that's not all, even the old opium guns can be seen.

In addition to the fragrant stage, there is also a ring.

Here except for the pilots. There is also the contestant's own bodyguard team, these guys are not convinced by anyone, and when they meet their opponents, they have to practice their hands, and the two men in the ring who are covered in bruises wear boxing gloves and hoods and other protection, and do not back down You punch me and I punch until one side falls, and the ground of the ring is sprinkled with bright red and black blood.

If it weren't for these protections, I'm afraid that life and death would be separated within two minutes, and the organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" did not want to turn the entertainment ring area into a black market boxing, and forced to maintain the restraint of the contestant teams in this way. As long as no one lives, for outlaws, lying in bed for a month or two is not a problem at all.

There were constant hysterical screams and cheers from the people who bet and watched the game around, blacks, whites, yellows, all dressed in camouflage uniforms. Wearing only shorts, suits and leather shoes, there is only blood and violence in their eyes.

The winner took the winning bet with a proud face, boasting that he had a better vision than Bole, as if the guy who won the game was himself.

The loser is unwilling to tear his gambling ticket to shreds, and vicious curses are constantly coming out of his mouth. The fighter who wants to be knocked down will go to hell immediately, and the useless guy who caused him to lose money deserves to go to hell, damn it, if he had a gun in his hand, he would have absolutely no hesitation to burst into the other party.

There are also the shouts of the profligate skeletons, there are men and women, without exception, they tear off all the masks of hypocrisy and enjoy the bliss of the pinnacle.

Homosexuality, heterosexuals, hugging each other and stirring in the corner, unleashing their hormones without any scruples.

It's a bunch of lawless guys.

Lin Mo was quite unaccustomed to this kind of dancing like a group of demons, even if the nobles of the Silan Empire were to an amazing degree, they were nothing compared to what they saw in front of them.

His gaze scanned the "Comfort Nest" club, covering the entire entertainment venue like an active phased array radar, searching for targets for the trip.

Neither the Syrian opposition nor the government forces will be present here, and the only ones who will relax here are those who participate in the "abyss nirvana".

Only a few pilots restrained their impulses and cowered in the corner, drinking non-alcoholic beverages and whispering in this noisy environment.

Lin Mo's figure appeared here but did not attract onlookers, it seems that there are often people who appear here with their bags on their backs, maybe there are evil ghosts in color, there are white powder men, some come to find excitement, or simply come to fight, no, there was a sound of broken glass and rough shouts in a corner, and the fight broke out again.

In short, most of the people who show up here with their luggage on their backs are those who refuse to go.

Lin Mo's eyes quickly searched for "Eagle King" Davide. Sid's figure, the captain of the 1st Combat Group of the 1st Flying Wing of the United States, is not as personable as he was at the time of the Chinese Special Service Brigade military exercise competition, and there is a blonde big/wave girl sitting on her lap, who is holding that girl in one hand and holding a small wine glass in the other hand to make out with each other.

Perhaps it was the realization of a gaze that seemed to be substantial, Davide. Sid stopped laughing with the beauty in his arms, turned his head consciously, his pupils shrank slightly, and a sharp light bloomed in his wine-colored eyes, which flashed and disappeared, and Lin Mo's gaze seemed to collide with invisible electric sparks in mid-air.

This distance is not even a small amount, and the top pilots seem to have a certain sixth sense, able to feel a hostile gaze from a distance.

"What's the matter, my dear eagle?"

The beautiful woman in her arms seemed to feel that the man holding her was suddenly a little absent-minded, and she couldn't help but be coquettish.

She knew that the American man holding her was a very powerful guy among pilots, and if she could please him, she might be able to earn a lot of money.

"Hehe, I saw a very interesting guy."

David. Sid laughed a few times expressionlessly, his eyes did not move at all, and he looked at Lin Mo, as if he was provoking, as if mocking Lin Mo's incompetence.

Does this kid really think that "Abyss Nirvana" is a playground for children? I really dared to come.

This is "abyss nirvana", not China, and there is no reason to save face for the other side, Davide. Sid sneered.

Mole ants!~ For the "Eagle King" Davide. Sid's contempt, Lin Mo still expressed disdain with a blank face, how many opponents had shown such expressions to him.

The end result?

It's not that he was cut off with a sword and turned into meaningless minced meat.

Among the Sky Knights, the Dragon Knight will always firmly occupy the top of the food chain pyramid, and is the natural enemy of all the Sky Knights, the unshakable overlord under the sky.

David. Sid glanced into a corner.

"Boy, what are you looking at?"

There has never been a shortage of muscular hunks in the army, especially Westerners, with large pieces of horizontal meat, like a big man like a bodybuilder, blocking Lin Mo's gaze.

Another one who came to find ballast.

Lin Mo was quite speechless, I'm afraid that today is the day that has been picked on the most times, why are there so many guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

"You're holding me back."

Lin Mo said lightly with an expressionless face.

"Swept you? Is it? Boy, do you know who you're talking to? Yellow-skinned monkey. ”

That big man was wearing a sweat vest, and he exuded a strong smell of Han and gunpowder, and he should have been a guy who had often rolled on the battlefield.

"I'm not interested in knowing who you are? Get out of the way!"

Lin Mo was really not interested at all, ants, all ants, weak guys, he could see the strength of this guy in front of him at a glance, not to mention the dragon knight, even compared to ordinary swordsmen, it was not worth mentioning.

As if he had been slapped in the face, the big man's eyes widened, and he roared suddenly: "You yellow-skinned monkey, you don't even know my name as 'tank' Barr, do you look down on me?" It seems that if I don't give you some color, you bastard won't know how good Baal is. ”

A fire was thrown into the hot oil pan and lit at once.

The roar was like thunder on the ground, and the eyes of the people around them were all here, looking at the two guys of different sizes with interest.

Some people were gloating, some people were sorry for the misfortune of that Asian boy, and some people who had seen Lin Mo's power before were curious to see which of these two monsters could survive.

Even with the toes of his toes, it can be thought that this is not an accident, but a deliberate provocation.

Most of the people here have a military background, who is not a soldier to fight, fighting in the military camp is commonplace, if Lin Mo retreats, it will attract everyone's contempt, and there will not even be sympathy.

Isn't it a manly thing to let the adrenaline rush and have a good fight?

Maybe the chicks in the "comfort nest" will stick it upside down all night.

"Get out!~"

Lin Mo gently spit out a word, as if speaking in his ear, ringing in everyone's ears.

"You bastard!"

"Tank" Barr, believing that he had been insulted by a hazmath, was furious and threw a punch.

The big fist of the sand bowl went straight to Lin Mo's temple, and the muscles that were raised were like iron bumps, and the green muscles and blood vessels were bursting.

If the blow of the force and the heavy move falls on the head of an ordinary person, it is impossible to say that the head will be torn apart like a watermelon.

Exclamations almost unanimously sounded all around, and I am afraid that many people did not expect that "tank" Barr would do it coldly when he said that he would do it.

Just when his accurate and fierce fist was less than five centimeters from the opponent's temple, "Tank" Barr suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His fist couldn't go to the opponent's head, even a centimeter, or even a millimeter, and the impact of the violent punch with his whole body strength seemed to sink into the quagmire and disappear without a trace.

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