The big titted whores from the Big Tit Bar just blended in with the karaoke girls.
The island was about five hundred meters by five hundred meters, on the north-south, west-east axis.
And the bars were on floating barges to save on land.
I could see large guns set up around the perimeter of the airport and planes landing every minute. Then unloaded.
Machinery was working under floodlight.
The Chinese military planned to join all the islands and build it up as a landmass equivalent in size to Batan Island in Singapore.
All they had to do was ship a days worth of rubbish from the motherland and then they'd have an instant island as large as Singapore.
They dredged the sand off the coast of Vietnam.
Whatever they could steal, they usually did.
The officers who reported to Beijing always said they could party harder than their Japanese counterpart, the businessmen.
Once they set up this base, it would mean control of the waterways.
Only today the Chinese generals were having a special party.
They had planned the bombing of the offices on the South Korean side of the demilitarization zone.
'Let's drink and fuck the big tits,' said the Number One.
Number Two commented about the new arrivals, 'must be a reward for us unsettling the peninsular again.'
Max and I went around the perimeters of the airfield and planted enough dynamite to sink the island made on a rubbish heap.
Tits to tits, lips to lips, and we signaled for the girls to rush back to the boat, making sure they took the Chinese babes with them.
There's nothing worse than a waste.
A hundred yards out to sea, Max pressed the detonation button.
The island just sank.
It would take another year to rebuild.
No would suspect who it was.
'Langely will be very impressed,' said Max, who suggested we finish the night at the Titty Bar and see just how good these chink hostesses really were.
The island was about five hundred meters by five hundred meters, on the north-south, west-east axis.
And the bars were on floating barges to save on land.
I could see large guns set up around the perimeter of the airport and planes landing every minute. Then unloaded.
Machinery was working under floodlight.
The Chinese military planned to join all the islands and build it up as a landmass equivalent in size to Batan Island in Singapore.
All they had to do was ship a days worth of rubbish from the motherland and then they'd have an instant island as large as Singapore.
They dredged the sand off the coast of Vietnam.
Whatever they could steal, they usually did.
The officers who reported to Beijing always said they could party harder than their Japanese counterpart, the businessmen.
Once they set up this base, it would mean control of the waterways.
Only today the Chinese generals were having a special party.
They had planned the bombing of the offices on the South Korean side of the demilitarization zone.
'Let's drink and fuck the big tits,' said the Number One.
Number Two commented about the new arrivals, 'must be a reward for us unsettling the peninsular again.'
Max and I went around the perimeters of the airfield and planted enough dynamite to sink the island made on a rubbish heap.
Tits to tits, lips to lips, and we signaled for the girls to rush back to the boat, making sure they took the Chinese babes with them.
There's nothing worse than a waste.
A hundred yards out to sea, Max pressed the detonation button.
The island just sank.
It would take another year to rebuild.
No would suspect who it was.
'Langely will be very impressed,' said Max, who suggested we finish the night at the Titty Bar and see just how good these chink hostesses really were.
