The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian, who had been hiding in the dark all this time, with all her breath restrained, saw a cold flash of coldness in her eyes in the light refracted from the moment the fire door closed when he raised his hand to close the door, and shot immediately.

The target, the pistol in the opponent's right hand.

The right hand used to twist the lunch box, but now it is holding a gun.

A gun is not a good thing. It is a dangerous and bad thing in the hands of the enemy. Either grab it or kick it away.

Ye Jian didn't intend to snatch the gun. Her plan was to kick the gun away. Kicking the gun away is the skill of a boxer. She can fight as long as she can win, until the opponent dies.

Facing the enemy, Ye Jian could be so ruthless, like these mercenaries chasing Xia Jinyuan back home, don't expect to ask anything from them, and Xia Jinyuan and the others don't expect to ask anything from them.

Sha Wushe is not just talking about it, but it must be done!

The silver thread in his hand was like a spirit snake, entwining the opponent's right wrist with lightning speed. The opponent was always vigilant, but no matter how wary he was, he never thought that there would be a sudden attack behind the fire door where he had clearly confirmed that no one was there.

"Looking for death!" The blunt Chinese came out of the South Asian man's mouth. He gave up turning on the light, and was hooked by his right hand entangled in silver threads, trying to tear off the thing wrapped around his wrist.

As soon as he exerted force, the South Asian man only felt a sharp pain in his right wrist, and realized that the thing that was strangled on his wrist was constantly being pulled. Brush and cut off.

Such a pain made him involuntarily let go of the strength he was concentrating on his right arm, but Ye Jian's reaction was faster. He straightened the whole silver thread, and raised his foot sideways to kick directly at the opponent's right hand and right elbow.

Instead of stepping from the front, kick back, straighten the opponent's right arm, and kick back hard on the elbow bone of his right arm.

The silver thread in her hand was tightly held in her hand all the time, Ye Jian was not afraid that the other party would be so strong that she would be dragged by the silver thread. The most wonderful thing about the silver thread was that the harder the person entangled, the tighter it became.

"Who are you!" Chinese asked bluntly and gloomyly, "You are all Chinese soldiers, right!"

The Chinese soldiers... Seeing over there, everyone suspected that it was the Chinese soldiers who assassinated the religious leaders.

Ye Jian smiled coolly, and replied in standard English, "It's useless for you to know who I am, but I can admit that I am a Chinese soldier."

That's right, you can think that she is a Chinese soldier. As for whether she is, and whether you believe it or not, that is your own business.

Ye Jian answered the question honestly and did not lie, but such a direct admission made the South Asian men suspicious. They suspected that the assassination of the religious leader was a Chinese soldier, and they also suspected that there were other countries.

For example... the powerful countries in Europe and America.

After all, China is inferior to European and American powers in everything in terms of military strength, and the soldiers it trains are also inferior to European and American powers. Their suspicion is more inclined to European and American powers.

"You are not the Chinese soldiers, no, the Chinese soldiers are weak! You are strong!" After the Dongyanan man finished speaking fiercely, he quickly greeted Ye Jian with his fist. The previous attack made the Dongyanan man realize his carelessness I thought the woman I was targeting was just an ordinary student.

Now knowing that this ordinary-looking girl has such a powerful skill, he is even more suspicious that the other party is not a Chinese soldier. It is impossible for the Chinese side to train students to be so powerful.

Severe cold for a week, no code words for a week, the whole person has a low fever to the point of being stiff and stiff, Shenzhen Control can not take an IV, and then it will not be given. Once it is prescribed, I will be prescribed medicine. I have a high fever the night before, and the blood is drawn. The doctor took the test sheet Look, there is a sentence "Yo, it's quite bearable"

At that time, my fever was so high that I couldn't even open my eyes, and I said stubbornly: You just don't let me get an IV drip! When I finally heard the doctor say that the IV was needed, I was already in tears. For the first time in my life, I felt that it was really great to finally get an IV.

After hanging the water this morning, I felt much refreshed, only had a slight headache and immediately sat on the computer to type.

So much nonsense, what I just want to say is: a novel is an author's painstaking efforts and fruits of labor. Please respect a person's painstaking efforts and labors just like others respect your painstaking efforts and labor fruits. Please support Genuine, support Qingyun. thanks.