final doomsday

A military base in the Celestial Dynasty, inside the food.

"Old Lang, what do you want to do after you retire from the army?" Zhou Chao, who was thin, suddenly asked. It's dinner time now, and it's not a long time for soldiers, especially special forces like them.

The strong Northeastern man swallowed food in a few sips, and his muscles were about to burst out his military uniform: "What should I do, the country will not ignore us. I said Lao Zhou, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Zhou Chao hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I heard that the work arranged above is not very good, and it is difficult to support a family. Isn't this just asking?"

Lao Lang waved his hand indifferently: "If it's not good, it's not bad. At worst, we can do a small business. We are fellow villagers, so we can't do something when we go home. The foundation is here. Oh, why don't we

Let’s get a bodyguard company and something? Our technology is not a blowjob, but it’s not easy to protect individuals.”

Zhou Dynasty was silent and said nothing.

"I said Lao Zhou, do you have any good ideas? You usually have the most ideas, so tell me quickly."

"What do you think this country is like?" Zhou Chao said with his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's pretty good. Besides, aren't we just a soldier to defend our country?"

"That's it... Then let's go home and be a bodyguard. I heard that this earns a lot."

Suddenly, the sound of emergency gathering came from outside.

Lao Lang was slightly stunned: "What's going on? Why did you play the trumpet so early? Isn't it still a while before the mission?"

"Absolutely, go!" Zhou Chao's little eyes concealed the light in it well, and pulled the old wolf out of the food.

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Somewhere in the primeval forest.

"Fuck, what's going on with this tmd!" Lao Lang ran and shot him back a few times from time to time. Beside him was Zhou Chao, a fellow villager who was shot. Although he had been briefly bandaged, the other party actually used a Dam bullet! Fortunately, he was hit.

The one who hits the arm, otherwise he would never survive, but his arm is gone.

"There are insiders among us." Zhou Chao said with a pale face. Their troops were carrying out a secret bandit suppression mission this time, and they did not leave in advance and showed any noise. Unexpectedly, they were hit by a time bomb as soon as they entered the other base.

Several comrades were blown into minced meat on the spot, and then they pursued them continuously. It seemed that the enemy could always find the location of these special forces.

One by one, his comrades fell under the enemy's gun, and in the end they were only the two of them left.

"I know there is an insider in TMD, who I want to ask?!" Lao Lang gasped quickly. With his physical strength, he could not breathe at all even if he was carrying a weight and crossing the country for ten kilometers. This shows how long he had been running.

Just then, a "buzzing" sound came from the sky.

"Fuck, against the infantry cannon!" He grabbed Zhou Chao and started running wildly. Whether he could hit the target was left to fate.

"Is this tmd a bandit? Can a bandit be strong?!"

"They have the support of overseas forces behind them, so it's definitely right!" Zhou Chao staggered and suddenly shook the other party's hand, "You run away quickly, taking me with you is a burden!"

"I have never given up on my comrades!" Lao Lang forced Zhou to run forward.

"I'm sorry..."

"Bang"

A crisp gunshot sounded. The old wolf turned his head in disbelief and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar "comrades-in-arms" in front of him. There were blue smoke rising from the other party, and blood gradually oozed out of his chest.

"Old Zhou, you..."

"Sorry, I'm the insider. I know what you want to ask, can I tell you - for the sake of money. Do you know what veterans who retired in the past are doing now? It's okay if you are not disabled, at least you can't starve to death.

What about the disabled? I can't even live tm, and I can't find my wife! I have been born and died for more than ten years. As a result, I got this ending! I don't want to be like that. I want to live a good life, at least I can marry

A good wife.”

"We have worked hard for the country so many times, and it is the country's turn to give us some rewards. At least we can get an officer, and we can also protect their spies to escape, otherwise we will not even get this wealth.

I want to pull you together, but you obviously don’t want to. There is no way. Laolang, go with peace of mind. My mother will..."

Before he could finish his words, his head burst into blood mist. The enemy's Wu Zhi showed no mercy. It was obviously ready to kill and silence him.

The old wolf fell to the ground weakly, feeling his physical strength gradually lost. At the last moment, he heard the fierce exchange of fire.

Comrades-in-arms?

Just shoot in the back.

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The reinforcements came very "timely" and happened to save Lao Lang's life. Unfortunately, because of this operation, there was an insider, and he was directly reviewed and isolated by the superiors. After the matter was cleared, he sent it on the grounds that he had "had reached military service."

The army. That's right, the state gave him a position as a government guard, saying that it was "useful for everything". The money was not much, and it was just enough to spend it. Don't even think about marrying a wife or something. Every day, I have to eat corpses and food.

The official smiled with a groan.

Lao Lang is also an officer in the army, and his achievements are excellent in all aspects. Who has ever put on his face to him? Unexpectedly, after retirement, this matter will be reversed. Everyone can shy face to him. When he is unhappy, he will scold him.

Even the son of an official dared to fight him. He couldn't stand the bird's anger, so he simply beat the soul to the sky and quit his job and prepare to be a bodyguard.

Unfortunately, this society is very strange. Do you have real talents and knowledge? But I want qualifications. Don’t have qualifications? You are the Jade Emperor and you don’t have any use. You earn no money. You don’t have enough money to go out to the hotel where your boss often goes to for a meal. All day

I have to suffer more expressions.

Who is Lao Lang? He is the special forces in the special forces, the best among the special forces. I will spread this leisurely love to whom. I will not be able to do it anymore! But after entering society, he realized that he only

He can kill people, but he has only learned to kill people.

Do you dare to kill people in society? Dare? Okay, go to prison and squat. Don't you dare? What you learn is even more useless. It's better to go to the construction site to sell coolies. At least you can earn some money. If you meet a good boss, you won't give it to me.

If you delay your salary, you have to burn incense and worship Buddha.

That's right, he is a former special forces soldier, and now a migrant worker on the construction site. This society emphasizes one relationship, but his family has nothing, let alone any relationship. My father died early, my mother was seriously ill and bedridden, and even the medical expenses were borrowed from relatives.

.

Yes, if you have medical insurance, what can medical insurance do? To be honest, you have to pay most of the money yourself. Who made you not a government official?

As my mother's condition worsened, his salary was not enough to cover his income. All the relatives who could go there were, and everyone had a look of a word - "Oh, why didn't you come early? I came yesterday.

Have you spent all your children going to school? By the way, when will you pay back the money you owe? I’m tight recently. Children need to use it to go to school..."

That's the face.

Not long after, my mother was seriously ill and could not afford the hospitalization fee, so she had to go home to recuperate. To put it quite nicely, she actually just went home to wait for death. Even if the old wolf was unwilling to do so, he could only watch it.

My mother died at home and didn’t even have enough money to buy a cemetery. In the end, my old comrades raised money to cremate his mother, and that’s it.

He sprinkled my mother's ashes into the sky, and tears just flowed down. The war did not make him cry. He held back his tears when his comrades died. The fellow villager's back made him think he had no tears to shed, but the facts proved that he was still

The father told him before his death that "a man will not cry easily." So he has never cried once since he was a child.

Today, is it time to cry?

The matter is not over yet. Every day, relatives come to visit the door and say the words over and over again - "Repay money, repay the money"! Will he not pay back if he has money? He really wants to put the money on the faces of these relatives, but unfortunately

He has no money.

He mentioned his experience to the TV station for my mother. He hoped to attract the attention of the society. He is a veteran who has really sweated and bleeding for the country! A veteran with meritorious deeds actually ties with a veteran.

I can’t even save my mother. Shouldn’t this attract the attention of the society?

Hey. The TV station ignored him. Because he was "unclear in the background", the matter was suppressed - to put it bluntly, wasn't it because he beat the son of the high-ranking official and he was taking revenge again?

Work hard and achieve great achievements, and the Great Wall of Blood and Sweat are not as good as a high-ranking official's words.

Why do you say "remove"? It's very simple. The son of the high-ranking official comes to find him no matter what job he does, and he will be fired by the unit soon. In the end, he can only choose to be a migrant worker, and the sons of the high-ranking official do not want to

"Garbage Place" to go.

Relatives?

It will only sprinkle salt on your wound.

nation?

You're just rubbish after using it.

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Society is a big dye vat. The unruly old wolf slowly learned to compromise and how to "survive" in this society. It is not life, it is survival, just to live, living just for life, living like a walking corpse.

Every day from get off work on the construction site, he has to relive the eyes of pedestrians around him. In the car, on the subway, on the road... Who made him a "stinky migrant worker"? He was covered in sweat and smelly smell and hadn't washed his clothes for a long time. The taste is naturally not much better. Compared with those well-dressed people, he is like a beggar.

If it were the old wolf, his fist as big as a bowl would go straight up. Unfortunately, he is no longer the special forces soldier in the past, he is a migrant worker. Society has worn away his edges and hidden his glory.

So, the old wolf turned into an old dog.

His greatest pleasure is one thing, drinking. In the army, he weighs two pounds of white wine, and now he pours one glass of wine. He doesn't get drunk, but he wants to be drunk. If he is drunk, he can forget everything. If he is drunk, he will be drunk.

If you can return to that good time in the army, you can see my smiling face again when you are drunk.

At that time, he was still the powerful old wolf, and at that time he was the respected special forces soldier.

Compatriots?

In their eyes, people who are different from their own aesthetics are garbage.

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Hate?

He has used his eyes to kick him for this country, for this nation, for those who roll his eyes, for those who cause trouble for small things, for those relatives who only have money in their eyes... for these, but the best time in their lives was exhausted, but

It turns from a wolf to a dog.

Hate?

That's right, hatred, hatred is so deep that I wish I could make all this disappear completely, and I wish I could kill them with my own hands!

Hate, hate, hate!

What's the use of hatred? Is it useless? He has to work hard to earn money to pay off his debts, and his old comrades-in-arms' family came to collect debts again.

If he had the chance, he would have to twist the neck of the soul and smash the foreman's head with his own hands, just like before.

How great it would be if there was really that opportunity...

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