Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 89

Matt looked in the mirror and tidied up his military uniform. Winona’s lips curled into a proud smile when she turned back. Military uniforms really make a man look super handsome. That camouflage jacket outlined his broad-shoulder and narrow-waist. His two sturdy long legs with military boots were the embodiment of iron will. And not to mention that god-blessed face. Tsk, he was really intimidating, irresistible and invincible.

He turned around and gestured, “Little devil, get your ass over here and help me with the bow tie.”

She reached out her hand and tied the bow tie for him carefully. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead, “Be good at home and wait for me to come back. I’ll catch you a big fish today.”

Of course, she knew that the big fish he was talking about was Christopher.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

She walked him all the way to the front door and reminded him, “You’re not recovered yet. Don’t fight against others, understand?”

He kissed her cheek quickly, “Don’t worry. He isn’t worthy of letting me do it personally. Intelligence is all I need to use today.”

He got in the car and from the rear-view mirror he saw her standing at the door with her arms folded. He promptly ordered the driver to stop the car, got out and strode over. He threatened, “Little devil, if you still don’t go in, I…I’ll fuck you here!”

She laughed and responded, “Matt, is that all you can think of?”

“Good girl, go back to the house now. It’s easy to catch a cold during early autumn. I don’t want you to get sick.”

She bit her lip and giggled, “This sentence works better than a wool coat.”

“Go in! I start counting now, one…two…”

She stuck her tongue out at him and then turned around to walk into the house. Only after he made sure that she was inside did he go back into the car.

Herman and Samuel muttered in the car, “If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, who would believe that the tough General Snider would also be so tender?”

Samuel tsked and said, “Alas, Matt’s tenderness is given to Winona alone. Poor Felix…”

Herman was confused, “What does it have to do with Felix?”

At this time, a plane flew overhead. There was a ghostly deafening cry ringing from above. The two of them looked up together at the unusual scene in the sky.

“Oh, can’t Felix change his underwear? I want to vomit when seeing it.”

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Inside the Justice Hall, Christopher who was dressed in a suit was giving a speech enthusiastically. Elizabeth was standing behind him. She nodded and smiled at the crowd. She looked elegant and gentle.

The secretary next to him smiled and clicked the mouse, “Mr. Winston not only has his own unique opinion in politics but also has always been concerned about people’s livelihood. Also, over the years he has donated two hundred and fifty primary schools in his own name. Next, we'd like to show you an interview.”

The large electronic screen in the Justice Hall lit up but the video that was shown next shocked everyone in the hall. The scene was simply indescribable. Four to five muscular men were serving a woman who was almost fifty years old. They were uttering filthy words and the woman was moaning in extreme pleasure.

Someone shouted, “Isn’t that Mrs. Winston?”

At once, the reporters’ flashlights were all pointing at Elizabeth. She hastily hid behind Christopher and covered her face, “It isn’t me, it isn’t me…”