Chapter 961 Message coming

Wearing a pair of beach pants, he stepped barefoot on the white beach, and the thin sand flowed through the cracks in his toes, making Li Mo very comfortable.

The sun overhead is a little hot at noon, but the sea breeze and moisture from the Indian Ocean on the sea have a moist and cool feeling on the body.

Suddenly, a sound of seagulls came. Li Mo looked up, not at the seagull, but at the two women playing on the small slamboard under the seagull.

A rustling of footsteps came behind him. Li Mo didn't have to look back. Just by relying on the wisp of fragrance brought by the sea breeze, he knew who was behind him.

"Aunt Yang, are you going to play in the water for a while?" Looking at Yang Xiaorou in a black three-point swimsuit standing on the beach with a soft smile, Li Mo asked with a smile.

Yang Xiaorou's eyes flowed gently on Li Mo, and then looked at the two little girls on the sangboard of the sea. She shook her head softly and said, "I'm not better than Xiaowei and others. In the sea, I always have a feeling of fear."

Li Mo was stunned and asked in surprise, "Are you really afraid of sharks? Sharks rarely take the initiative to attack people, and this coastal area is not a shark dense area.

Yang Xiaorou still shook her head, stepped forward a few steps, came to Li Mo, stood in the shadow created by his body, smiled at Li Mo with a playful expression, "With you here, how dare sharks come to make trouble? I just think the sea is too mysterious and lacks the courage to explore.

When talking about this, Yang Xiaorou suddenly looked at the sea and was a little distracted.

Li Mo thought for a moment and guessed Yang Xiaorou's thoughts at this moment. She is not a lack of courage to explore the sea, but that there are still bumps and shadows in Liu Zhengdong's death. Liu Zhengdong's plane was shot down by the U.S. Navy with a missile. In the end, even the bones could not be found. Yang Xiaorou may have a trace of 'hate' for the sea because of this.

Li Mo raised his hand and put it on Yang Xiaorou's slender waist from behind. His tentacles were cold and smooth, but he did not have any obscene thoughts.

"Aunt Yang, do you know why I have time to come here today?" Finding that although Yang Xiaorou's body trembled slightly, it did not stop it, Li Mo was relieved and asked.

"Don't you miss us?" Yang Xiaorou suddenly took a careful look at the sea, and then asked in a low voice like a little daughter's house.

Li Mo didn't expect Yang Xiaorou to ask this. She was stunned and answered honestly, "I think you are on the one hand, but more importantly, I'm waiting for a piece of news, which is very important to you, Xiaowei and me."

Yang Xiaorou blinked and showed a puzzled look, looking forward to the man's explanation.

Li Mo's right hand slid down, pinched the other party's buttocks and smiled, "It's almost time. Let's go back. The news may have come."

As soon as the two returned to the castle, Fan Qingqing called. After Li Mo took it, he looked relaxed.

Yang Xiaorou, who was just about to go back to her room to change her clothes, put Li Mo's shirt on her body and sat down beside Li Mo, waiting for the man's explanation.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Li Mo suddenly stood up and lifted her up. Yang Xiaorou, who exclaimed, reflexively hugged Li Mo's neck, and her legs only coiled Li Mo's waist.

"You...you want to scare me to death!" After a pair of big hands on her buttocks dragged down her body, Yang Xiaorou pounded Li Mo's chest with a frightened face and said angrily.

Li Mo laughed and walked around the living room with Yang Xiaorou in his arms. His mind was full of excited cells jumping. The feeling of a big stone that had been pressed on his chest for a long time was so wonderful.

Yang Xiaorou also noticed the change in men's mood. Although she was a little worried that their postures were too ambiguous and it was hard to say if they were found out, she still resisted not to disturb them. She understands that although men are young, the pressure on them is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

So there are happy things for men to release the pressure in their hearts. As a woman, she knows when and how to do it to help men.

"Aunt Yang, I have avenged Uncle Liu!" Li Mo regained his excitement, touched Yang Xiaorou's smooth forehead, and said seriously.

"You say..." Yang Xiaorou didn't react for a moment, and then a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the boss, her fragrant lips opened slightly, and asked in a trembling tone, "Say it again."

"Aunt Yang, I said I had avenged Uncle Liu! The American [***] ship that shot down Uncle Liu on a civil aircraft, the destroyer Barry, was sunk by the Somali Air Force in the Mediterranean Sea just now. Li Mo repeated what he had just said very seriously and word for word.

"What you... said...is it true?" Yang Xiaorou asked again with some abnormalness. After Li Mo nodded fiercely again, her beautiful eyes were immediately full of water mist, and soon she hugged Li Mo and cried, as if to completely vent the depression in her heart.

Your enemy is an American political axe and an American navy! Whenever she thinks of this sentence, Yang Xiaorou, an ordinary woman, feels desperate and helpless. Maybe it's him, even if anyone in the world faces such an enemy, I'm afraid it's very helpless.

In the past year, their mother and daughter have spent this helplessness. Although Li Mo's identity is very prominent and he is also the leader of a [***] team, can Somalia be compared with the United States? What can military leaders like China and Russia do? In terms of such hatred involving the superpower of the United States, it is worth mentioning compared with the national interests.

Although Li Mo has promised to avenge Liu Zhengdong many times, in fact, both Yang Xiaorou and Liu Wei only regard Li Mo's words as a kind of comfort.

Until recently, there was a conflict between Somalia and the United States. Yang Xiaorou did not expect Li Mo to avenge Liu Zhengdong. Instead, she was worried about Li Mo's safety. After all, over the years, they have been exposed to more high-level international 'secrets', and they know that the world is far darker and more dangerous than the lower world.

However, today, Li Mo told her that he had avenged Liu Zhengdong and sank the American destroyer Barry, which was ordered to shoot down the civil airliner. The news came so suddenly that it was too fast to be believed.

"Xiao Mo, hurry up... Tell Xiaowei the news quickly." Yang Xiaorou wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and suddenly said to Li Mo in a hurry.

Li Mo smiled and put the other party down. A gust of wind blew, and Yang Xiaorou rushed outside.

... The senior White House assistant took a fax and came to the outside of the president's office. He looked pale for a while and paused for a while before knocking on the door.

"Please come in!"

The black president's calm voice came out. The assistant opened the door and walked in. He saw the president who was writing something on the desk and raised his head.

"President, the fax of the Ministry of Defense... The 'Barry' sank." The senior assistant squeezed out an ugly smile, and his voice didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

The black president's smile at the corners of his mouth suddenly froze, and he suddenly stood up like a spring under his buttocks. He walked out of his desk and asked solemnly, "What are you talking about?"

"The President, it is the 'Barry' of the Atlantic Fleet, the destroyer 'Barry', which cooperated with the French aircraft carrier in military intervention in Libya, was sunk by the Somali Air Force just now." The senior assistant was scared by the fierce light in the eyes of the black president, but he still clearly said the text of the fax of the Ministry of Defense. In a flash, the fax in the senior assistant's hand was in the hands of the black president. He never found that the black president was also a master. At least at that speed, ordinary thieves may have to bow down.

There was still a buzzing black president in his mind. He picked up the fax and read it quickly, and then read it word by word. After confirming that he did not miss or read it wrong, his already dark face became darker.

Barry did sink, and there was a confirmation report from the Atlantic Fleet Command and Naval Command and the relevant heads of the Ministry of Defense on the fax. The sinking of an advanced warship is not a big loss for the United States, militarily and economically, but politically, it is a big loss.

Moreover, Somalia, which has been 'cooperation' with' the new U.S. diplomatic decision, suddenly dispatched the air force to attack the mixed fleet and sank several warships without mercy. Even the French aircraft carrier Charles de Gaulle was injured and lost its combat effectiveness and urgently needed to return to the factory for repair. This action shows that Somalia has changed its previous attitude of thunder and rain. It has completely intervened in the struggle with the West and is willing to be the vanguard of the global anti-American front.

There is no loss on the Somali side of the fax of the Ministry of Defense. If the black president doesn't want to guess, he knows that Somalia must have won again. The damn Somalis know how to bully people with advanced weapons.

The black president's chest fluctuated sharply, as if there was something rushing out. The senior assistant secretly glanced at it and wondered why he had not found that the president's chest muscles were very strong before.

What should I do now? Despite his speech when he took office, did he really enter a war that is expected to be larger and more difficult to grasp than the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan? Is the United States, which has just yet fully recovered from the financial crisis, ready? Can the American people accept this war?

The black president paced back and forth in the office, and the afterglow of his eyes suddenly came to an invisible safe on the right side of his desk, and his eyes shrank again. This safe was only opened on the day he entered the office, and there was the rumored 'nuclear weapon launch box' in it. It contains detailed data of the U.S. nuclear arsenal, including the nuclear bomb deployment map, launch route, nuclear bomb launch program and presidential identity authentication card, and a highly compiled nuclear attack password. When the president goes out, this 'black suitcase' will be carried by the military assistant, that is, the guy who sends faxes in the office.

Seeing this safe, the black president thought that Somalia attacked the mixed fleet this time. Will the situation of war go to the day when he used this 'suitcase'?

(to be continued)