Chapter 52: Borrowing Seeds

  Zhao Zhen Rong pulled open the quilt and wrapped it around the woman's body, putting her back inside, gesturing for Zhao Zi Yang to sit down.

  "Want a cigarette?" Zhao Zhenzhen tossed a cigarette to Zhao Ziyang, lit it for him, and then lit one himself, taking big puffs.

  For a long time, neither of them spoke, Zhao Zhenzhen was reminiscing, and Zhao Ziyang was waiting.

  "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a mercenary." Zhao Zhenying said with a smile, pointing to himself and saying: "I've never been a mercenary, but what I've done is even crazier than being a mercenary. What you said is right, I participated in the self-defense counterattack war, 16 years old on the battlefield in '80, retired from the Sino-Vietnamese border in '89, and was already a veteran soldier at the age of 25. Then I retired and went abroad, participating in the Gulf War, Yugoslav Civil War, Ethiopian War, and Yugoslav War. Living for over 40 years, most of my time has been spent on the battlefield."

  When Zhao Zhenzhen talked about his history, Zhao Ziyang nodded, although he hadn't experienced it himself, but he knew the cruelty of the Self-Defense Counterattack War and the ruthlessness of the Gulf War, as well as the madness under the Yugoslav and Ethiopian wars. Perhaps only Zhao Zhenzhen was able to survive so many wars, and being called the King of the Battlefield was well-deserved.

  That skill of sniping at high-speed targets wasn't honed in training grounds, but was squeezed out in the midst of war. Indeed, he's even more frenzied than mercenaries, so what identity did he participate in all these foreign wars with?

  Zhao Zhenzhen noticed this doubt and smiled at Zhao Ziyang, saying: "Our country's military does not have a foreign soldier system, but abroad there are, most of them have a foreign legion. Oh, actually, it's similar to mercenaries, but I don't think so, haha..."

  After all, they are just mercenaries, like the French Foreign Legion. It's just that Zhao Zhenzhen, this old soldier who has been fighting a defensive counterattack war for nearly ten years, is unwilling to admit it.

  "What about you now?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhenzhen.

  "Hey, now it's just about supporting the elderly and sending them off, bringing up the son is almost enough, don't think too much about other things, thinking more won't do any good." Zhao Zhenzhen had an expression of indifference on her face, but in her eyes, there was a hint of sorrow after experiencing many hardships.

  Seeing Zhao Zhen Rong's appearance, Zhao Zi Yang did not continue to ask, although he was curious about how Zhao Zhen Rong's wife had died, but he knew that this should be Zhao Zhen Rong's greatest wound.

  Mercenaries will never have a good ending, no matter how much money they make. Every person they kill on the battlefield will be recorded, and these dead souls will come to claim their lives one day. You can't deny this, people who have killed too many others will not have a good end.

  In the end, it's either being destroyed by others or self-destructing in desolation.

  "What made you move back and forth all these years?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhenzhen after a moment of thought.

  "Escaping from enemies." Zhao Zhenzhen quickly explained the reason, and with a self-deprecating smile, he continued to say to Zhao Ziyang: "The enemies I've provoked aren't just individuals or organizations, America wants me dead, Colombia wants me dead, Italy wants me dead, Spain wants me dead, South Korea wants me dead... there are too many people who want me dead, I have no choice but to run. How can I, with my family and children, possibly take on so many countries?"

  Zhao Zhen's arch-nemesis was the state, what kind of massive trouble had he stirred up? Zhao Zi Yang's eyes were filled with shock, he really couldn't imagine what this middle-aged man in front of him had done.

  "Alright, never mind." Zhao Zhen Rong waved his hand and stood up, saying: "You don't need to know these things, anyway you can't sleep, come and have a drink with me?"

  "Good!" Zhao Ziyang nodded.

  Since Zhao Zhen Rong didn't want to say anything more, then there's no need to continue talking. He also doesn't need to know the other person's identity and doesn't want to know; as a hidden agent, he can't be entangled by too many unexpected factors at this critical moment.

  The two didn't discuss anything about mercenaries again, they just drank there. It seemed that after finding the sniper, it was meaningless, knowing Zhao Zhen's other identity was enough, the other party would definitely not choose to set foot in the mercenary world again, and the lurker could not temporarily take in such a warlord, it was not worth it.

  Drinking until dawn, both of them were drunk and disoriented. To be honest, when meeting someone with similar experiences in a foreign land, they could only use wine to lament together, this is a typical case of being helpless.

  Neither of them noticed that there was a pair of eyes on the second floor watching them, it was Zhao Changzheng, he had been awakened long ago, and all the conversations between Zhao Ziyang and his father were heard by him.

  Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything or do anything, his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme. When he faced Zhao Xing's helpless and desolate eyes, he couldn't help but think of his parents at home, his classmates and comrades. He was also helpless now, having no choice but to continue on this road with no return, until the end of his life...

  The fox spirit didn't know when she had quietly entered Zhao Zi Yang's room, biting her lip as she gazed at Zhao Zi Yang who was lying naked on the bed. Her eyes emitted an indescribable expression. She stood there pondering, thinking about what to do next.

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang fell into a deep sleep, first due to the effect of alcohol and second because his body's self-protection mechanism was familiar with the scent of the spirit fox and did not alert him.

  Ling Hu tightly clenched her fists and slowly walked to the bedside, frowning as she gazed at Zhao Zi Yang's clean body. She stretched out one hand to touch Zhao Zi Yang, but withdrew it immediately, still deliberating whether or not to do so.

  Gradually, the Spirit Fox's originally somewhat bewildered eyes were replaced by a firm madness, she reached out and stripped off her clothes, revealing an imposingly white body.

  In the morning, Ling Huo gently stepped forward and sat on the bed, slowly lying down and rolling over to Zhao Zi Yang's side.

  A slightly urgent voice came out of the fox's nasal breathing, her body was tense and presented a rose red, her hands didn't know where to put them, clenched fists again and again, then relaxed, to relieve her mood.

  After a long while, the spirit fox's eyes stared at Zhao Zi Yang's crotch, and then flipped her body over, opened her mouth and took it in, letting the thing in her mouth grow bigger and bigger until it reached its limit, making her mouth hard to bear.

  This feeling came very strongly, Zhao Ziyang flipped his body over, a thick smile appeared on his face, he saw Angie in his dream.

  "Angel..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out his hand and wrapped the spirit fox in his arms, his scorching lips kissing the spirit fox's body, burying his head between the soft twin peaks.

  He spread the fox's legs apart with his own, instinctively thrusting his hips forward, allowing his nearly exploding body to enter a slippery area, doing an instinctive reaction that people can do after they develop and mature.

  A wave of pain came, and the fox's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lip tightly and wrapped her arms around Zhao Zi Yang's arm to withstand his impact.

  The tearing sensation and the feeling of being invaded by a foreign object made her very uncomfortable, but as the thrusts became faster and faster, a wonderful feeling that was hard to describe rose up from within her body. The spirit fox opened its eyes wide and watched carefully how Zhao Zi Yang thrust, how he groaned low in his throat. This was the entire process of human creation of life, and when this process happened on her own body, the spirit fox would absolutely not miss it, she had to feel it carefully, and learn from the experience with all her heart, for this was a sacred thing.

  When the storm finally subsided, Zhao Ziyang gasped for air and opened his eyes: It was a dream, a damned spring dream!

  But when he opened his eyes, his whole body was completely stiff. He stared at Ling Huo lying under his own body with a pair of open eyes. This wasn't a dream, but a real event, only the protagonist was different from the one in the dream. It was Spirit Fox!

  "Haha...” The spirit fox chuckled and stuck out her tongue to lick Zhao Zi Yang's stunned face, saying with great satisfaction: "Special forces, I thought you were much stronger than that. How did you finish in less than half an hour?"

  Dazed Zhao Ziyang really didn't know what to say, given him tens of thousands of ideas he had never thought that something would happen between him and Ling Hu. Ling Hu was a research madman, Zhao Ziyang had never regarded Ling Hu as a woman, and he had an attitude of reverence and distance towards her, this woman saw herself as drawing blood, endless.

  The fox spirit stuck out its tongue and licked Zhao Zi Yang's lips, then wrapped its hands around his neck and asked him: "Special forces soldier, are you a virgin?"

  Zhao Ziyang mechanically nodded his head.

  "Hmm." The brown-eyed fox's eyes rolled slightly upwards, and she muttered thoughtfully: "Men are always stronger the first time, but their competitiveness is too weak at first. This way, the quality isn't good. Hmm, I should try again. I need to let the strongest one combine with my egg, this way there will be a higher chance of giving birth to a baby with inherited genes..."

  "Ling Huo, I... we..." Zhao Zi Yang stuttered, his voice trembling with fear. He really didn't dare to imagine that he had actually done that kind of thing with Ling Huo, and, and...

  "Haha......" Ling Hu smiled again, she got out from under Zhao Zi Yang and stood by the window, naked, facing him while putting on her clothes.

  "Don't worry, Angie has gone out for a stroll and she won't know. I'll pay you the surrogacy fee, but only if I successfully get pregnant. So don't have any mental pressure, and even if a baby is born, it's not your problem because I've paid."

  What kind of logic is this? The logic of a mad scientist?

  The well-dressed spirit fox walked over and kissed Zhao Ziyang's forehead, then whispered in his ear: "Special forces, you're actually quite robust. A man's time in bed is usually three to five times the first time, and afterwards it'll be at least an hour and a half. My little Anqi is so lucky, hehehe..."

  The spirit fox that had just finished speaking turned and walked out, leaving behind Zhao Zi Yang with a complex expression. Zhao Zi Yang grasped his hair weakly and fell back onto the bed, his eyes changing from time to time, sometimes filled with guilt, sometimes self-blame, and sometimes determination.

  A chill ran down his thigh, he stared at a dark red stain spreading on the bed sheet beside his leg, unsure what was going through his mind...