"The boys are great!" Sheriff Johnson swayed a little while walking. He drank too much. If it wasn't for Mr. Kesma's visit, he wouldn't even stand up.

Mr. Kesma is a very savvy person. He frowned slightly and gave a glance at Sergeant Johnson. "You should drink less alcohol. Anna is dead. That's what she deserves. You shouldn't bear everything . "

Johnson suddenly fell into silence. The name Anna was too familiar, and the familiar ones had been deeply engraved into his soul. That was his wife, the first woman she had ever loved and the only woman in her life, but this woman killed Sheriff Johnson ’s son, who was also her own son, and killed Sheriff Johnson ’s family, only to force Sheriff Johnson named some people.

The woman was an undercover, a spy, a vicious woman who played with Sheriff Johnson's feelings and stabbed dozens of knives in his heart. He knew that Mr. Kesma was right. The woman was dead. He watched the bullet shoot into her head and watched her fall to the ground. She couldn't survive. But I don't know why, he has been scared all the time, he feels that Anna is next to him, and he will jump out and kill him anytime, anywhere!

That vicious woman!

This incident caused Johnson to never have the idea of ​​marrying a wife or having a child. He couldn't get through the level in his heart. He felt sorry for many people, including the Mr. Kesma in front of him. Of course, he was also grateful to Mr. Kesma. In that case, instead of killing himself, he forgave himself.

But ... he shook his head. "I can't do without wine. I'm just an old drunkard. I can't do anything with Mr. Kesma."

Mr. Kesma snorted twice. "I never thought about what you want to do. I just think you will die in the bottle one day if you drink like this. Anna didn't kill you. Nobleman didn't. Killing you, I did n’t kill you, but you died in such a meaningless thing, it ’s better to wait for you to feel almost enough to say hello, and I will help you solve your pain. ”

"Like now, Walt?"

Johnson laughed a few times and said that he was finished, but he didn't want to die. Even if he spent every day in a drowsy state, he never thought about death. He knew his courage was broken in that disaster, and maybe he had never had any courage.

The National Guard exercises outside the town. It only takes about fifteen minutes to walk. The two talked about the latest situation while walking.

"Nenong has a lot of scenery now. He wrote a letter to me some time ago, hoping to invite me to do things. I don't like that guy very much, he always has a sense of hypocrisy, but it may be because he is us. He is the most hypocritical person in the world, so he can mix so well. "Mr. Kesma said something as if groaning, and at the end he sighed. At first, so many people were almost dead. He thought that if anyone He will inherit his unfinished business. He may be someone else, but he will not be the farmer who is greedy for life and fears death.

But the fact is so marvelous, all the people he favored chose silence, and only Mennon stood up. Of course, he certainly is not for great ideals and ambitions, but purely for power and interests. It was a villain who never covered himself. Mr. Kesma first met this guy named Mennon at a horse market in a noble territory.

The guy from Mennon didn't know what method was used to make the mouths of the horses in his hands extremely smooth, but after two days of getting the hands, he found that those horses that were like healthy horses in the previous two days were actually old. Guys, there are still a few of them exhausted. So Mr. Kesma became a "friend" with Mennon, and everyone didn't like the market and cunning of Mennon, but Mr. Kesma knew that they needed such a guy to take care of their finances.

So the sale became the last sale of Nongmen, and he made a wise choice between death and obedience.

Johnson paused when he heard the name. He quickly followed two steps and followed Mr. Kesma again. "Mennon? Wasn't he dead? I remember everything was messed up at the time, but I heard he later died."

Mr. Kesma's dry laughter was as harsh as metal friction. "He is just pretending to be dead. He is more cunning than all of us. At least we don't think anyone is lying on the floor pretending to be dead." He paused. "Now he's doing a good job, but he doesn't want to be too aggressive, so he intends to find someone to push him to the table to hold him. But these things have nothing to do with me."

Sheriff Johnson's lips moved, and he wanted to express a bad word to express his mood at this time, but he dared not say anything. If Mennon finds Mr. Kesma, it means that this town will not be very peaceful for a long time. Is it necessary to change places to live? Soon sheriff Johnson dismissed this idea, although there was a slight danger in living with Mr. Kesma, but after leaving Mr. Kesma he would face greater danger.

The two had already left the town during the talk. At first the guard post of the National Guard was outside the town. After some repairs, they had a little thought. The two did not call directly to the door, but instead rummaged in through the missing fence. Mr. Kesma wants to see if these guys can use it, if they are lazy. He would give these young people a generous salary every week, but he didn't have time to watch. Sheriff Johnson was drunk again every day, and he could only rely on these guys to consciously train.

The two took a peek at the barracks first. There was no one in it, and things were neatly packed. This was good. Then they went to the playground, and before they approached, they heard someone whistling. Mr. Kesma's face suddenly became a little dark, and Johnson almost cried.

I do n’t know which of the gods heard Johnson ’s prayer, and what scared him did not happen. It turned out that two of the seven young men were only wearing underwear to fight on the playground. Their fists were tightened with bandages, not to protect the enemy, but to protect themselves. In short-range non-equipment combat, fingers are easily injured, so bandages are needed to protect the joints of fingers while avoiding fractures and dislocations of fingers when punching.

The two guys were covered with oil and sweat, and their sturdy bodies showed a strong visual impact. The two were already a little bit embarrassed and their noses were swollen, but they didn't think of stopping until sheriff Johnson and Mr. Kesma Appeared in their sight.

Mr. Kesma glanced twice, released his steps and walked to the center of the venue. He glanced at the seven dumb-eyed guys, and saw that each of them was bruised and swollen. It seemed that it was not just the two who were fighting, "Why Want to fight? ", No one answered the question, they didn't want to say it, but they didn't dare to say it. They are all eating Mr. Kesma's salary. The days here are much more fun than doing farm work, and they are able to make ends meet.

If they were sent back, not to mention that there would be no such happy days in the future, they would be laughed at by the people in the town.

Mr. Kesma pointed to one of them, "You say, if you don't say anything, pack up and leave here at once. I didn't spend money on you for fun, understand?"

Under such persecution, young people had to say why. It turns out that they are not conflicts caused by contradictions, they are purely a practical battle. The original idea may be to choose the best team leader, but everyone is almost the same. Gradually this selection method has become every three days. A formal training, everyone thinks this is very useful, more realistic than boring training.

Mr. Kesma looked at the training results of each of them and patted Sheriff Johnson's shoulder. "Although you are now just an old man who is drunk and waiting to die every day, you can still do these things well." He looked at the young people, "Gather everything and bring me arms and follow me, now execute orders!"

Although young people didn't quite understand what needs to be done, they did as Mr. Kesma asked. At the time of selection, Mr. Kesma had only one requirement and was able to obey and execute orders seriously.

The outside world is very fresh for these honest guys ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Especially when they heard that this time they were going to perform tasks in a big city like Theodore, they were all excited to blow When he whistled, when Mr. Kesma promised to give them a three-month salary advance when he arrived, Mr. Kesma, who rarely met each other, became the object of their most support.

At this time, Mr. Bain of Theodore just talked with a visiting guest for half an hour. After the guest left, he patted his cheek. His face was tired all day long, but there was no way around it thing. There was a little trouble when the license plate rules were enforced. The Supplementary Provisions on Urban Road Traffic Regulations will soon be passed, and more people will come to consult.

He picked up the newspaper this morning, read the title, and turned directly to the second page. A headline was printed in bold bold type at the top-the Kadima target for the mid-term election, and the situation may be disruptive!

He read it very carefully. The Kadima Party recently proposed a new governance concept. They intend to introduce the federal universal welfare system, which will solve the problem of losing the labor force to support themselves after the aging of the citizens of the Empire, and also intend to do medical treatment. Make a breakthrough and draw up a plan to solve part of the medical expenses for the citizens.

Mr. Bain frowned when he saw it, and when he saw "Mr. Mennon, the leader of the Progressive Party, claims ...", the knock came again.