Simultaneous travel: Not eating beef

I was so thirsty after eating breakfast.

After Bai Yu finished eating, Linda also finished tidying up her desk.

Then, she swayed over and tried to take the breakfast trash with her.

She crouched down and carefully cleaned the table, as if Bai Yu didn't exist.

She wiped the table, swaying gently, and a pleasant fragrance wafted out.

It's not cheap perfume; it's the subtle fragrance of high-end perfumes, almost like body odor.

Linda threw everything into the trash bag, glanced at Bai Yu with a smile, and then stretched, saying, "Sir, all I can do each day is..."

"Squeak..."

Bai Yu heard the wailing of the uniformed soldier.

"Crack!"

The next instant, a button popped off Bai Yu's face, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin, and Bai Yu's expression immediately became very clear.

you……

Although it's said that a bald man doesn't eat the grass near his nest, Bai Yu has always been very restrained.

But today, the scheme has backfired spectacularly, and it really is very tempting.

Compared to the Playboy cover girls who are so easily attainable.

Linda kept waving the food in her mouth, but never actually ate it; the temptation was simply irresistible.

The most tempting thing is wanting to have sex but not being able to.

Linda tried to cover herself in a panic, but her small, delicate hands couldn't cover it up.

Bai Yu swallowed hard, glanced at the gate, and said, "So what if I'm dead?"

After saying that, he pounced...

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……

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, Bai Yu was sitting in his office watching the news on TV.

A reporter is interviewing Greg.

The SWAT team has become famous, and now the whole world knows that the United States has such a police force.

The celebrity police team, whenever they stand in Times Square, will inevitably attract a large number of fans to watch.

Logan's career has experienced a second spring, after all, he is the most famous one, and the world's attention is more focused on him.

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rang, and Bai Yu answered it. "Speak."

The person on the other end of the phone said a few words and then hung up.

Bai Yu put down the phone and said with a smile, "They've finally arrived."

News has come in: Tony is going to Afghanistan to demonstrate Stark Industries' new missile to the military.

Let's set off today.

At noon, Tony boarded a plane bound for Afghanistan.

On the plane, under the careful care of the flight attendants, Tony comfortably closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He had no idea that this journey would leave an unforgettable mark on him.

Before I knew it, after waking up and having another meal, the plane landed.

It was still daytime outside, and he didn't plan to stay any longer, so he picked up a briefcase and got into the vehicle arranged by the military.

We arrived at a desolate wilderness.

Tony got out of the car without saying a word, because Stark Industries' vehicle had already arrived, carrying the products to be showcased.

The military personnel were nagging him, complaining about how tight their funds were and how they wanted him to lower the price of the product, no matter what it was like.

Tony said, "Colonel, precisely to help the Afghan people gain freedom as soon as possible, you should increase your military spending to purchase high-quality weapons from Stark Industries."

In Tony's eyes, he too was misled by the fake news, believing that the army had truly come to help the Afghan people gain freedom.

Yes, freedom standing amidst ruins.

Besides freedom, there's nothing left...

So when someone tells you you have a deadly weapon, you'd better actually have one.

Tony clearly didn't want to waste time talking to the colonel. He went straight to a rock and said, "Gentlemen, Stark Industries' latest..."

After the introduction, he ordered his employees to launch missiles.

"boom……"

Even twenty years later, the missile bombardment was shocking.

The earth shook violently, and dust billowed everywhere. Tony spread his arms wide and said arrogantly, "This is the latest weapon. Let's go back and discuss how much you need to buy."

As he spoke, he walked down from the rocky area.

The soldiers were still in shock.

Tony calmly walked to a pile of boxes, opened them, and found rows and rows of various kinds of fine wines inside.

The deal was a done deal; he had already opened the champagne and started pouring.

After finishing his champagne with the soldiers, Tony prepared to get in his car and head home.

However, before he could even get on the bus...

A black missile warhead suddenly stuck at his feet.

Tony looked down and saw the Stark Industries logo.

"Shet!"

Without thinking twice, he cursed and leaped into the air.

"Boom~!"

With a deafening roar, a shockwave swept through the air, propelling Tony, who was already in mid-air, even further away.

After flying a distance of about a hundred meters, Tony landed on his feet, and a lot of steam came out of his shoes, dissipating all the force.

He looked back, but there was no convoy left; only wreckage remained.

"Fuck!" Tony yelled, punching his fist.

His helmet was still over there, and feeling aggrieved by his cramped legs, he decided to jump back to retrieve it.

As long as he has a helmet, he's not afraid of anything.

The helmet not only has a Jarvis system connection, but also a variety of auxiliary functions.

Most importantly, without a helmet, his head wouldn't be able to withstand bullets.

No matter the situation, wearing a helmet is the first and correct choice.

Contrary to his wishes, the enemy clearly wouldn't give him that opportunity.

Several armored vehicles roared in, and the people on them opened fire on him with machine guns.

In a moment of panic, Tony first put his arms together to cover his face.

"Da da da da..."

Upon impact with the bullet, Tony's suit quickly shattered, revealing his combat uniform underneath.

This is the latest model, which is not only lightweight, thin and breathable, but also incorporates the materials used in samurai swords, making its bulletproof performance exceptional.

It can protect against bullets and punctures, and the clothing itself can also absorb the impact force. It can be said that if a bullet hits you, you will not feel any pain except for a little fleshy sensation.

Tony's brain raced, and he kept moving to dodge the bullets.

The main purpose is to prevent being shot in the head.

Caught between two attackers, his leg muscles bulged, and after dodging several times, he reached behind a rock.

Looking at the distance to the convoy, he was calculating how many jumps he would need to reach it while ensuring he wouldn't be shot in the head.

"Da da da da..."

Countless bullets struck the rocks; the enemy's firepower was extremely fierce, and as time passed, more and more people were heading this way.

After a moment's thought, Tony knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"Shit, we should have dragged that bastard along this time." Tony muttered, bending his knees as he hid behind a rock.

“Tear it up~!”

His muscles were bulging, and his suit pants were about to burst.

“Swish!”

Tony leaped high into the air, his jump speed was extremely fast.

He only realized what was happening when he reached a height of over 30 meters, and the enemy began firing at him.

Tony ducked his head, his hands protecting it.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be back in the team's position after his second jump.

However, all that remains here now are ruins.

He found the car he had come in, and immediately crawled inside and started rummaging through it.

The suitcase is not made of ordinary materials; it cannot be destroyed by this kind of explosion.

After searching for a while, Tony smiled as his right hand finally found the familiar grip. "Found it."

He had just pulled the box out when he heard the familiar sound again at his feet.

"Thank you for the generous gift!" He knew it was another missile from his own company.

"Boom~!"

This time, the missile gave him no time to react and exploded immediately.

However, unlike the previous commotion, this time it wasn't an explosion, but rather a fog that enveloped it.

After inhaling the smoke through his nose, Tony knew he was doomed.

He collapsed, groggily calling out, "Jarvis, contact Bruce for me..."

"At this!"

"He's fainted! Grab him!"

In his last moments of consciousness, Tony heard these two sentences in English.

Who knows why Afghans speak English?