Chapter 71
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Mo Ye was wearing a camouflage uniform, and his equipment was exactly the same as Zhou Yu's. The other field team members were all curious about this young and handsome man. Song Zhi didn't reveal Mo Ye's identity to the public, so the guards who knew about Mo Ye's identity were all kept at the base.
Song Zhi directly assigned Mo Ye to Zhou Yu and Wu Yun's team. This made the other field team members unhappy. Zhou Yu's reputation had spread throughout the base, and everyone wanted to work with him. After all, in Nibelungen's world, the stronger your teammates were, the higher your chances of survival. Strange and hostile gazes were directed at Mo Ye.
Before they left, when Mo Ye was collecting his equipment, a few field team members surrounded him.
"Hey, young man, where did you come from? Why haven't we seen you before? "The other party purposely leaned towards Mo Ye, and a strong smell of tobacco and sweat wafted over.
Mo Ye turned his face away, and a smile appeared on his lips. To the others, it was like he was mocking them.
One of them carefully stared at Mo Ye's face and suddenly said, "Hey! This guy is quite pretty. Don't tell me he used some kind of method to get into Zhou Yu's team! "
Another person pretended to be curious and said, "What tricks?"
"Of course it's because of his pretty face!"
"Oh, so that's how it is! I understand now, but Zhou Yu doesn't look like that. He's not even interested in 'action movies'. He's practically a puritan! "
"Who's talking about Zhou Yu? Zhou Yu doesn't even feel fear in the most dangerous situations. This kind of person doesn't have human desires anymore! I'm talking about our leader, Mr Song, who controls everything in the base. "
"Oh, so that's how it is! I finally understand! Let's see if this pretty face is to our liking! "
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and flirtatiously grabbed Mo Ye's chin and turned his face towards him. When he saw Mo Ye's facial features clearly, he was stunned. Those eyes were so deep that they seemed to be releasing all of their desires. They were very beautiful, and every curve was teasing his heart and pulling at his nerves.
Under Mo Ye's smile, his eyes were long and narrow with a hint of mockery.
"Am I to your liking?"
His voice seemed to come from another world.
That team member opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
Suddenly, Mo Ye stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. With a sudden twist, there was a loud crack and the field agent screamed in pain.
"My arm! My arm! Motherfucker! "
The other person took out his gun and pointed it at Mo Ye. However, he didn't expect Mo Ye to appear in front of him without any warning. The pressure released from his eyes felt like it was going to pierce his heart. Mo Ye grabbed his gun and with a slide of his wrist, he unloaded the other person's magazine. Then, he raised his leg and kneed the other person's lower abdomen. The two of them fell together.
This series of actions was shockingly fast. There wasn't any extra movement. It was so accurate that it was as if it was calculated by a computer.
"Hey … did you guys see that … That's amazing! I've seen Zhou Yu's skills before. This guy is even faster than Zhou Yu! "
"What else could it be? Mr Song put him in Zhou Yu's team. Is it really just because of his looks? "
Mo Ye's hand was holding the gun. He rotated the gun between his thumbs and pointed the muzzle downwards. Then, Mo Ye squatted down and smiled at the two guys who were in so much pain that they couldn't speak.
"Hey, you guys haven't told me if my looks are to your liking!"
Mo Ye's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled.
"You bastard!"
The team member who had his gun taken away felt ashamed. He suddenly raised his fist towards Mo Ye's face. However, before his fist could touch the tip of Mo Ye's nose, Mo Ye suddenly used one hand to support himself on the ground. He raised his leg and kicked upwards. There was a cracking sound. His arm was broken by Mo Ye's kick.
That scream attracted everyone's attention.
Mo Ye stood up and lowered his eyes to look at the other person. That kind of coldness and indifference made it seem as if he didn't have any human emotions.
Song Zhi walked over with his hands in his pockets. "Mo Ye, I asked you to deal with the Turín, not to cause trouble."
Mo Ye smiled lightly. "Mr Song, don't be so serious, okay? I'm just helping you get rid of the unnecessary burdens. Even if they reach the Ancestor Ymir's location, they will only become nourishment for Professor Turín. "
After speaking, Mo Ye left. He clapped his hands and once again pulled out a childish smile. He walked towards Zhou Yu's direction. Everyone's expression changed when they saw him. No one could imagine that such a young and beautiful boy would have demonic skills.
Wu Yun sat in the driver's seat of the Hummer. He smoked while smiling as he watched Mo Ye walk over. "Hey, Old Zhou, don't you think that Mo Ye's skills are very similar to yours? Whether it's the elbow strike or the way he snatched the gun, his timing and timing are exactly the same as yours. The only difference is that he's faster and stronger than you. You have to be careful! "
"Be careful of what?" Zhou Yu asked coldly.
"Of course be careful. If he does something to you, you won't be able to resist at all!"
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