However, they couldn't care less. Having suffered such heavy losses, the higher-ups wouldn't take the blame, so the blame would ultimately fall on them. They didn't know what fate awaited them back home, so they decided to be blunt and tell the truth: "They no longer want to fight that female warrior."
"And what about you?" Zhao Hao asked grimly.
The two commanders remained silent.
"Useless trash!"
Zhao Hao cursed, then frowned as he looked at the large tank not far behind him. The black man's remains, submerged inside, appeared to be almost completely pieced together, which eased his brow somewhat.
"Quickly, get that heart out!"
He said to the technicians in white coats. Two tanks stood side by side; one contained the black man's body, the other a tank filled with liquid nitrogen, the heart nestled within, slowly pumping.
A tube connected the heart to the black man's body, allowing the pump to draw blood through the heart and back into the body.
The technicians walked to the tank and carefully used a robotic arm to remove the heart, placing it in a small, dark box.
A small bottle of liquid nitrogen was also connected to the outside of the box; only that absolute cold could calm the burning heart.
Zhao Hao walked to the side and manipulated another tank. Soon, the nutrient solution inside was slowly drained, revealing a strange body, a fusion of blackness and mechanical components.
The most striking feature was the enormous penis dangling from his crotch, almost reaching mid-thigh, resembling an unusually thick banana.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion shook the entire camp slightly; the sound of the explosion was almost instantaneous.
Without hesitation, Zhao Hao picked up the box and walked outside, calling to the black man, "Hurry up and follow!"
The black man, still shaking his wet head as if confused, began to move his mechanical legs on their own, following Zhao Hao outside.
Almost immediately after Zhao Hao left, the entire barracks shook violently. In a flash of intense light, a funnel-shaped opening appeared in the metal casing, and the two commanders, who had given up all resistance, witnessed this scene:
A tall, slender, exquisitely beautiful body, with snow-white skin and curvaceous curves, walked in. She was completely naked, with a wasp waist and shapely hips. A pair of exceptionally full breasts hung before her. Her skin was white and delicate, like the finest polished ivory.
Her smooth skin had a faint blush, especially her nipples, which were an alluring pink. The lower part of her breasts, full as wasp bellies, bore faint traces of gunpowder, but this did not detract from their flawless, jade-like perfection.
In fact, it added a touch of threatening yet captivating, athletic beauty.
Despite being enemies for so long, this was the first time the two commanders had seen this body so closely, yet they immediately recognized her.
Tang Lanyan.
This woman, single-handedly, utterly crushed the elite forces of two nations, stripping them of all pride and fighting spirit.
Moreover, no one but her could perfectly blend the voluptuous curves and graceful lines of a woman with the strength, agility, and power of a warrior, without the slightest conflict or clash.
Even standing naked before the men, she showed no sign of concealment or shyness, like a female warrior from the Amazons, seemingly indifferent to all gazes, solely focused on achieving her goal.
Tang Lanyan glanced around at them, her dark pupils sweeping over the two commanders. Her faintly sharp gaze made them tense, yet they remembered that the War Queen seemed unlikely to harm prisoners.
So, without hesitation, they raised their hands.
Tang Lanyan's gaze shifted from them, and she strode over to the two jars to examine them.
The two commanders noticed that as Tang Lanyan walked, her two round, firm buttocks swayed with a rhythmic movement. Her waist was slender, with no excess fat from her hips to her waist. The muscle lines flowed smoothly like water as she walked, resembling a focused yet dangerous feline.
After examining the two jars, Tang Lanyan frowned and walked up to them. To avoid attracting her attention, the two men squatted down like prisoners.
And there they saw this scene:
Round and firm pear-shaped buttocks, two long and powerful legs, and beneath two seemingly suspended, large breasts, a line of skin extended from below, slightly parting the bulging muscles of her waist, like thin sheets of steel, revealing a small, alluring navel, and below that, a smooth, flat abdomen.
Between her two rounded legs was a full, alluring mound of flesh, arguably the most voluptuous and delicate part of Tang Lanyan's lithe lower body, hard not to attract attention.
The camel's toe, formed by two alluring labia, appeared even more plump and tender, like a freshly steamed bun, set against the backdrop of her rounded, firm thighs.
Moreover, the pubic hair on her full, protruding mound was extremely sparse, only a small tuft the size of a thumb growing above the closed vulva, all pointing upwards in a small fan shape, sparse and soft, like newly sprouted tender grass.
It did nothing to conceal the smooth, white mons pubis, almost like an alluring embellishment.
The vulva was concave like a peach split, tightly closed, with a faint trace of gunpowder on one side of the plump, snow-white labia, contrasting with the slightly pinkish opening, creating an atmosphere of danger and allure.
The two commanders heard each other swallow hard, their eyes almost unable to tear themselves away from the sight.
"Where is Zhao Hao?" Tang Lanyan, however, ignored their gazes.
The two commanders shook their heads. They had no idea where Zhao Hao had gone; they had simply kept an eye on Tang Lanyan's alluring slit in the air while telling her everything they knew.
Knowing Zhao Hao hadn't been gone long, Tang Lanyan acted without hesitation. The spilled water from a jar on the ground guided her.
A jeep's engine roared as it made its way through the jungle.
Zhao Hao seemed to suddenly sense something. He abruptly turned around, one hand on the steering wheel, and saw a slender, radiant figure, bathed in moonlight, rapidly approaching from behind on the "road" he had cleared.
Zhao Hao's eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he stopped the jeep, grabbed the small black box, and leaped away.
His movements were surprisingly agile and swift; after all, he also possessed enhancement abilities, though they were worlds apart from Tang Lanyan's.
This was a hopeless situation. He waved his hand and said, "Blackie, carry me!"
A low growl rang out, and the black man leaped from the back seat, his eyes bloodshot like a wild beast, whether from seeing a nemesis or from disliking the name "Blackie," it was unclear.
But his mechanical arm had already activated automatically, pulling Zhao Hao onto its arm. With a slight downward push of its mechanical legs, the man shot forward dozens of meters like a rocket.
The explosive power was far greater than when his body was intact.
In the blink of an eye, the black man carried Zhao Hao for hundreds of meters, but it seemed he hadn't shaken off Tang Lanyan.
That agile body was getting closer and closer, until they finally caught up completely in a clearing in the woods.
Perhaps sensing that escape was impossible, Zhao Hao had the black man put him down, facing Tang Lanyan directly.
"You're amazing, War Queen..."
"I never imagined that elite soldiers from two countries, and two Level 4 warriors, couldn't take you down."
Zhao Hao stared at Tang Lanyan's naked body, her skin as white as jade in the moonlight, a greedy glint in his eyes. He let out a long breath and spoke in a dreamlike tone.
"But why can't you let me go?"
"If you had crossed the border, probably no one could have done anything to you now."
Tang Lanyan took a step forward, gently lifting her toes to reveal her soft, orange-pink soles.
Not a single stain was on her soles. This was because her Level 4 Steel Body caused a change in the microscopic supernatural structure of her skin when her ability was activated, preventing dirt from adhering.
"You're a traitor."
Tang Lanyan didn't say anything more. The moment her words left her lips, she pounced forward like a rabbit.
A deadly sense of danger washed over him, and Zhao Hao instinctively ducked behind the black man.
The black man roared, his mechanical yet fleshy body lunging towards Tang Lanyan.
Even without orders, the sight of Tang Lanyan before him had turned his eyes bloodshot, a mixture of fear, hatred, brutality, and lust. Though the source of his burning power was gone, his strength had increased dramatically, fueling his burning desire for revenge.
"Bang!"
The two bodies, one black and one white, collided, producing a resounding, booming sound.
The surrounding bushes trembled, the earth shook, but for some reason, not a single bird took flight.