Sitting in Zhu/Dekang's car, Wang Dazui remained silent.

The lights outside the car window flashed on his face, and then again.

Wang Dazui just sat quietly, lowered his head, and said nothing.

There are some stains on his uniform, and some blood.

Zhuang Yan took a few tissues and handed them to Wang Dazui.

Wang Dazui took it and wiped it on his head silently.

There's a hole in it, it's broken, and it's bleeding.

Zhuang Yan broke the dull atmosphere: "Big mouth, why did you fight?"

Wang Dazui did not speak.

Zhuang Yan wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In fact, he wanted to ask Wang Dazui why he didn't work as a security guard in Never Sleeping City as he said before, but instead went to work as a waiter in the bathroom.

Who has hair who wants to do leprosy.

From the security post, I went to a bathroom to pass towels and clean the toilet. If it wasn't a last resort, who would a big man do that?

There must be some sadness that cannot be treated for outsiders, right?

No one went to ask Wang Dazui what happened tonight.

The car drove all the way, following the police car all the way towards the seaside police station.

Suddenly, Wang Dazui's howl came from the back row of the car.

"I **** my mom, he **** my mom! That bastard! He fell down and got dirty, but it's my head, he asked me to pay for his shoes, pay for his clothes and take The tray hits my head... I can bear it. I have learned how to bear it over the years, but he said **** Nima! I can't bear it! It was not easy for my mother to pull me. I didn't have time to go back to see my mother's last time! I didn't live as well as my mother expected, but as a son, I have the ability not to let others scold him after her death!"

Zhuang Yan listened silently, and Zhu/Dekang also listened silently.

There was silence in the car, only Wang Datong sobbed slightly.

The road ahead, under the dim yellow street lights, has a fantastic sense of blurring.

At that moment, the solemn heart was surging.

Today, it was the first time he had met an old comrade-in-arms in so many years.

Wang Dazui, Zhu/Dekang...

It was also the first time that I noticed the living conditions of veterans.

For more than eight years in the army, Zhuang Yan has been tossing around in different units. Except for the good comrades Su Huikai and Zheng Yan, he has almost no contact with the old troops, and many have lost contact directly.

Today, he suddenly discovered that in fact, he and most of his comrades in arms did not follow the same path.

After all, there are very few comrades in arms who can go from this unit to that unit like myself, and finally be able to walk to the military school and then come out as an officer.

Among the millions of teams, how many can be promoted every year? How many can get into the military academy? How many can transfer non-commissioned officers?

Most of the soldiers wore green uniforms for two or several years, and finally took off their uniforms and went back to their places.

Since the military reform in 2000, the policy of compulsory job arrangement in the early years has gradually disappeared, and most of it has been replaced by economic subsidies.

But what can you do with that money?

How much can you give?

Ten thousand?

Twenty thousand?

Thirty thousand?

Or one hundred and eighty thousand?

In the past, Zhuang Yan was a soldier with a good family background, and he never thought about what happened after he was discharged from the army.

No matter how bad it is, he can go back to his eldest brother Zhuang Buping's company to help, or directly rely on his own social connections to start a business with a sum of money from Zhuang Buping.

But veterans like Wang Datong and Zhu/Dekang, what can they do?

As Zhu Dekang said to himself before, apart from shooting and killing the enemy, apart from surviving in the wild and reading pictures, what else can you do?

Some people in society laugh at those who are soldiers. They always say that being a soldier is useful. Isn't it a life to be a security guard when you come back?

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Not to myself.

But to those soldiers under him.

Now that he is the deputy company commander of a company, he is responsible for the more than 100 soldiers under his opponent.

They spent their youth in the army, left sweat, blood, and suffered hardships. No matter what purpose they came to join the army, they made an undeniable contribution to the country's national defense.

Take responsibility for them yourself.

"Dazui, I'm from the old company of Zhuang Yan. I used to be his squad leader. Now I'm doing a little business in Linhai. I see, don't go back to the city that never sleeps, and don't drive any taxis. I'll be there later. I'll leave a phone call for you. When this is over, you can go to work at my place. At present, I'm discussing a big project with Zhuang Yan's uncle and brother. After the negotiation is completed, I need someone in my hands. I think you're a good person. Do it well where I am, I will never treat my comrades badly, how?"

Wang Dazui nodded and said thank you.

In fact, Dazui also knows why he broke out tonight.

Scolding one's own mother is an important factor, and another factor is being tired.

Drive a taxi during the day and go to the nightclub to clean the toilet.

Sleeping for six to seven hours a day is already like a taut spring.

When the finger that killed Matt hit the bridge of his nose, he could bear it.

When that Killer Matt picked up the tray from the water table and smashed it on his head, he could endure it...

However, when he finally scolded the grass mud horse, Wang Dazui finally lost control.

He jumped up, grabbed Kill Matt's neck with ease, pulled him into the toilet cubicle like a chick, and buried his head in the dirty vomit like brushing the toilet...

to the police station.

The two police officers on duty were quite polite.

After all, active duty soldiers were present, and now I know that Wang Datong is also a veteran.

Although it seems that the one who suffers from this matter is killing Matt, but when the matter is generally asked, the police also feel that killing Matt is too much.

However, killing Matt himself was unrelenting. Those of his who just arrived at the police station were holding mobile phones in the lobby~lightnovelpub.net~ in an indignant manner, calling the so-called "energy" people.

Killing Matt sat on the other chair opposite with a sad face, while wiping his hair and his horrific face with a towel handed over by a friend, while crying and crying to make Wang Dazui pay "the price he deserves".

Zhuang Yan accompanied Wang Dazui, sitting on a long chair in the police station, waiting for the police officer to make a record.

Those who kill Matt are not sand either.

They are all teens and twenties. Although they haven't seen any big battles, they feel that Zhuang Yan and Zhu Dekang are not good friends, and Zhu/Dekang also drove hundreds of thousands of top-end Toyota Domineering , In such a small city, the person who can drive this kind of car is just like the name of that car - overbearing.

Therefore, no one dares to make a mistake.

After ten minutes, Shamate and Wang Dazui were taken to the room for questioning, leaving Zhuang Yan, Zhu Dekang and the friends of Shamate in the hall.

Zhu/Dekang drank too much mineral water in the car and went to the toilet after urinating.

The brothers who killed Matt saw that there was only one person left in the solemn, and they felt that the opportunity had come.

They have at least suffered such a big loss in the land of Linhai, and they feel that they cannot lose the game, and they have to scare and frighten Zhuang Yan.

"Boy, what's the deal?!"

The leading young man, who looked a little older, had a ferocious look on his face, and asked solemnly in a threatening tone: "Don't send it if you have the ability, report your name, report your address, and what's the other day? kill you!"

Zhuang Yan looked at this group of idiots like idiots for a long time, then suddenly made a puff and laughed.