Eagle Young America

Chapter 12: Sprayed

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Even the singers in the bar stopped, and the whole bar was quiet. Everyone formed a circle with the solid table in the middle.

Nathan and Craig faced each other and put their elbows on the table.

"I'll be a referee for you." Emily stood in the middle, watching the arms stretched out by the two of them, the veins on them were already violent.

Craig's head is a little dizzy, but he knows that he can't lose now. He has never drunk Nathan. If he can't even beat his wrist, then he won't have to lift off tomorrow, even stay in the base. It all feels embarrassing.

The hands of the two were put together and held tightly. Emily's hand, holding half of one side, kept them in the middle.

When doing this movement, Emily bent down. From Nathan's direction, she could easily see the waves inside through the V-shaped neckline.

"Three, two, one." Emily said, "Start."

When Emily called the start, her hand let go.

The wrist-wrestling between the two officially began!

On his forehead, Dou Da's sweat dripped down, and Craig almost exhausted all his strength as soon as he came up, trying to defeat Nathan, and in fact, he also succeeded.

Nathan's hand was moving outwards little by little, and Craig yelled:'Hi! '

As he shouted, he tried hard to use this power to defeat Nathan completely, but found that Nathan's arm suddenly increased in strength. Not only did he not move, on the contrary, Nathan's hand actually gradually increased. Turned back!

No, this kid keeps his energy!

Alcohol gradually came to the top, Craig knew that if he didn't fight quickly, Nathan would definitely win in the end, he couldn't lose!

At this point, the hands of the two were in the middle, and Craig's shout just now seemed to be inflating Nathan.

Craig's face flushed red, or the alcohol came up, and he shouted a second time: "Yeah!"

He exerted all his strength, and at the same time, he felt the stomach churning too hard! Something was turning in his throat.

He resisted, watching to press Nathan's hand again, a little bit, a little bit, as long as the back of Nathan's hand touched the table, he would win, hold on, hold on!

However, with greater intensity, Craig glanced at the corner of his eye. Nathan must still have energy!

Wait, what are Nathan's eyes looking at

Craig's arm continued to use force, while looking at Nathan's eyes from the corner of his eye, he saw the deep gully, and saw two looming balls of flesh.

At this moment, Craig felt the underneath of himself, suddenly hot, and after that, his hands didn't have the slightest strength!

People who have never drunk strong alcohol before, the first time they drink strong alcohol, the body will not be able to bear it. As alcohol enters the bloodstream and enters all parts of the body, the nerves will be paralyzed. Suddenly stimulated, normal nerves will appear. Reflexes, just like the habitual bedwetting of a newborn child, are not controlled at all.

Now Craig is ending like this. He was pitted by Nathan’s gaze. He felt Nathan’s hand, turning his hand quickly, to the middle, to the outside, the back of his hand, seeing It's about to hit the desktop!

No, absolutely not!

"Fa..." Craig yelled loudly. The Keyou hadn't said it yet. He wanted to exert one last time, but as he exerted his strength, he felt the churning things in his stomach and he no longer controlled it. Can't help it.

"Puff!" Just like a sprayer, Craig's mouth was sprayed with a high concentration of vodka, mixed with the special taste of his stomach, and sprayed around.

In an instant, Emily was affected, and the strong smell spread over her. Emily turned around and wanted to escape, but she was wearing high heels and did not control her body. In this way, she suddenly fell...

"Emily!" Nathan exclaimed, and quickly got up, hugged Emily, and caught Emily just right.

Looking at Nathan’s eyes, Emily saw kindness. Yes, this kind of melancholy boy is actually kind. Moreover, he seems to have never had such close contact with a girl before. His face seemed to be red all at once, quite cute.

When Nathan helped Emily up, there was no one on the opposite side. After Craig snorted, he didn't dare to show up here anymore, pushed away the others, turned his head and ran out.

Emily stood still and returned to normal: "I declare that Nathan has won the game."

Suddenly, the navy exchange students present cheered, and Steve winked at the side and winked at Nathan frequently, as if to say, come on, get Emily done, you won’t be lonely tonight. .

Nathan shook his head, it's time to go back!

When I first came to this world, I have experienced so much, and this world seems to be different from the history that I know. Nathan now has no intention of spending time on finding women, and Emily is not. The type you like.

When walking outside, Nathan did not see the various eyes behind him.

Emily’s eyes were filled with resentment and appreciation. The other exchange students in the Navy were filled with excitement, while the Air Force personnel were frustrated, dissatisfied, and even gritted their teeth...

Take a shower and then sleep comfortably. When he woke up the next day, Nathan felt extremely comfortable. Although he killed a cup of high-concentration vodka last night, it had no effect anymore.

"Nathan, how is it?" Steve had already got up and packed up everything. He asked Nathan, "If it feels bad, we won't fly today. Anyway, we are not the only group."

Steve was a little worried about Nathan, after all, Nathan had a glass of pure alcohol last night.

"It's okay, get ready, what are we fighting against today?" Nathan asked while getting dressed.

"Long-range confrontation, whoever locks in the opponent first will win." Steve said.

"It's an idiot who can formulate this kind of subject." Nathan couldn't help but let out a sigh.

You know, in this era, Sparrow’s air-to-air missile has developed to AIM-7E-2. The actual combat hit rate of this air-to-air missile over Vietnam is only 13%!

Even if you lock it in, you win? In many cases, they will shoot out the four missiles together after they are locked, hoping to have a higher hit rate.

The performance of the AIM-7F, which will only appear next year, can be considered stable. The AIM-7M in 1982, equipped with a new reverse monopulse seeker, can be regarded as a completely reborn change.

Although he was dissatisfied with this decision, Nathan had no right to decide. He didn't know that his flight today would be extremely thrilling. (End of this chapter)