A second chance with my billionaire husband Chapter 884 - 194 Really a madman, the slaughter begins3

He seed like a god, powerful to the point of omnipotence. She gradually lost herself in his unyielding figure until she was utterly infatuated. She always chased his footsteps, even though he never seed to notice her existence. Just being able to watch him each day was her greatest happiness.

If it weren’t for him, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold on.

From comrades during closed training to superiors and subordinates on the battlefield, they weathered the storm of bullets and braved the inferno together. This man’s silhouette was deeply imprinted in her heart, becoming an inextricable attachnt.

The man standing before her, standing at six feet one inch tall, almost blocked out the sky. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his long legs were wrapped in camouflage fatigues. His lean, firm muscles were barely concealed by the thin fabric. Just standing there, an invisible pressure spread throughout the cabin, more suffocating than the currents pressing from outside.

His neatly trimd buzz cut appeared sharp and spirited, accentuating his sharp, angular features. His sword-like brows frad deep, piercing eyes. His high nose bridge and tightly pressed thin lips were set in a healthy wheat color, slightly darker than a wheat shade, making his features even more defined and stern.

His features were exquisitely beautiful, yet devoid of any femininity, only exuding vibrant masculinity and solemn righteousness.

His pitch-black eyes were deep and fathomless, like a sharp sword hidden beneath tumultuous waters, too piercing for anyone to dare to gaze upon directly.

The man stood there, as tall, straight, and elongated as a rifle.

In contrast to others who looked like they’d just rolled through a swamp, disheveled and filthy, he was astonishingly clean from head to toe. Not even his heavy military boots had a speck of dust on them, making him look so pristine and immaculate, distancing himself from the rabble around him.

Yellow Hair muttered, "Cleaner than a woman. What a quirk..."

The man coldly glanced over, sending a chill as cold as a winter’s day over him. Yellow Hair quickly lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

The man casually found a place to sit, one long leg bent. Under the fabric, his strong muscles faintly showed, making onlookers drool...

Yellow Hair’s old habit acted up again, staring at the man’s chiseled profile. His thick sword-like brows ford a fierce arc, nearly reaching his temples. His thick, curved lashes cast shadows under his eyes, casting an ominous gloom over his heart.

Yellow Hair admitted he was getting turned by the captain. The key was facing such a stunningly beautiful yet overwhelmingly masculine man; he simply couldn’t stay unmoved...

Ahem... pulling back. If the Boss knew his thoughts, he’d definitely beat him to death.

Yan Song took out a spotless handkerchief from his breast pocket and ticulously wiped his gun. His expression was very serious, his actions precise and careful, as if performing a most solemn task.

Yan He gazed at him intensely. No matter what he did, he was always so captivating.

Yellow Hair couldn’t help but say, "Boss, once this mission is over, we can finally rest for a few days. After holding in for so long, what’s the first thing you want to do?"

After a year of closed training and almost another year of executing various high-risk missions, each pre-mission required writing a will in advance. For them, after joining this organization, their lives no longer belonged to themselves but to the country, to the people. They would never forget the oath they had once made under the national flag.

The rebellious Eagle laughed, "The first thing I’ll do is go to a bar and get drunk, make up for all the alcohol I haven’t had in the past two years. It’s been suffocating ." Eagle was his codena; his real na was Wan Fu, the national sanda champion. Before joining the organization, he was a complete alcoholic, the kind who would go mad if he didn’t drink for a day. After joining, he challenged Yan Song, only to be utterly defeated by soone eight years his junior. Since then, he behaved.

"I’m going to confess my love to my goddess. I’ve been gone for so long; I wonder if she misses . Just thinking about it makes excited." The boy with shining eyes said.

The boy speaking was codenad Blue bird; his real na was Xiao Quan, a military academy student. He had won multiple sniper competitions both dostically and internationally, known as a sharpshooter. He had a baby face that made him seem younger, with two small canine teeth showing when he smiled, radiating youth and vitality. He seed to have boundless energy. Despite not projecting the steadiness expected of a sniper, once he picked up the rifle, no enemy a thousand miles away could escape his shot.