[R18] Sexy Perfume System – “Dirty Liquid Perfume System” Fishy Wind at Sea [English]

As soon as Manlong walked away, an eagle hovering in the sky began to drift. If you look carefully with a high-power telescope, you will find that it is the Spirit Eagle 2 UAV, flying sideways away from the sea and sky.

The direction is somewhat uncertain, and even the height is often unstable, indeed like a staggering eagle.

The multi-rotor gasoline-electric hybrid drone has the world’s most advanced structural design and aviation materials, and can stably support hundreds of kilometers of endurance. Feng Qining has collected the entire series of Spirit Eagles, but at this moment, he opened his eyes wide and held the remote control motionlessly, not looking like a veteran of playing drones.

“Ning, it’s about to fall. Are you controlling it, Ning? The joystick is almost broken by you.” An old man with yellow hair and a big nose was holding a bottle of wine and looked at him worriedly.

Feng Qining set the positioning to automatically return home, took off the VR glasses covering his eyes, and placed the remote control on the deck.

He reached out and unbuttoned his collar.

“What’s wrong with you? Did you find it? What did you see?” The old man picked up the wine and poured a glass.

Feng Qining’s handsome face was tense and his forehead hair, which had been smeared with hairspray, fell down, breaking the cold sculpture.

he closed his eyes.

In front of her eyes was still the miserable sight of Lian Xin being pushed on the deck with her thighs spread wide and being brutally raped by the man.

The boundless waves seemed to be rippling with the man’s vigorous thrust and attack.

He could imagine Lian Xin calling and begging, and she kicked her legs, but to no avail. The man with tattoos on his back was obviously much rougher and more brutal than he. Lian Xin had only been loved by men like he and Su Zixi.

The old man glanced at Feng Qining’s tightly clenched fist and handed the wine glass over: “Let’s have a glass of Port, picked from the most mellow grapes on the banks of the Douro River. I have a vineyard there. Young people love this sweet and refreshing feeling. You can taste the jumping wind and sunshine…”

Feng Qining ignored him, stretched out his hands and put them on his face, and wiped his forehead hair again, revealing his blade-like eyebrows.

The old man is an Italian mafia, the largest black gold boss in South Africa, and the biggest helper in helping Feng Qining track the slave ship on the vast sea.

Cats have their own catwalks, and mice have their own. Since the police picked up Yan Shu at the port and learned about the slave trading organization Moc and the darknet trading room from her, Feng Qining went directly to Herelil and asked for his help. After all, he was also the leader.

He was indeed right. Herelil himself had a deal with Moc, and he could even get the route directly.

Eleril shrugged.

Feng Qining stood up and used a radio signal to notify the police dozens of miles away behind him. Then he tilted his head, stared at the sea level where seagulls were flying past, and said, “Eck, help me.”

Eleril smiled: “Of course.”

Feng Qining looked back at the three powerful artillery frigates behind him, licked his lips and said, “Maybe you don’t mind if I borrow your battleship.”

Eleril hesitated and touched his beard: “You want…”

Feng Qining looked into the distance with his deep eyes: “Destroy he.”

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Sorry for being late, there will probably be more tomorrow