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Chapter 643: Mantra after Drinking!

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    The scene with Brother Lang, Han Jiarui and others was just a small interlude, and it did not disturb the others who continued to twist their bodies crazily in the violent music and act wildly.

    Hormones are ready to stir under the dim and flickering lights, but all this has nothing to do with Zhao Dabao and Lei Hu.

    The two found a seat and drank rum quietly.

    Rum not only has a rough taste, but also has strong alcoholic properties. As soon as you take your mouth, it rolls down the tip of your tongue like a burning knife.

    When the throat rolled, it was like a ball of fire running straight through the stomach, spreading throughout the body, and it was extremely violent.

    "Ahem"

    The first time Zhao Dabao drank it, he accidentally choked and coughed twice.

    ¡°First time drinking rum?¡±

    Lei Hu laughed, "Is it delicious?"

    "It's too strong."

    Zhao Dabao smiled sarcastically.

    "It's a bit strong, but on the battlefield, this wine is life-saving."

    Lei Hu smiled and said, "Try having another drink."

    Zhao Dabao didn¡¯t refuse and drank another drink.

    Although the rum tastes average and is very strong, after the strong intensity subsides, the whole body feels warm and has a hearty feeling.

    "This time it feels really good."

    Zhao Dabao nodded, and then he asked: "Brother Lei, can you tell me in detail about veterans? What is the life of these people after they retire?"

    He has heard about veterans as a group, but his specific understanding is very little.

    And Lei Hu himself is a member of this group, so he definitely knows more.

    "You want to know?"

    Lei Hu glanced at Zhao Dabao, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "Actually, it's nothing. After these people retired from the army, some went crazy, some became poor, some were marginalized, and some were smoothed out."

    He said this calmly.

    Afterwards, he drank a drink by himself. He was always cheerful, but now his deep eyes looked a little lost and painful.

    Such an expression was something Zhao Dabao had never seen on Lei Hu.

    Since I can remember it, this former king of special forces, the iron-blooded man who could stop and kill gods on the battlefield, seems to have always been sunny, happy and positive.

    However, he was also anxious to ask, knowing that Lei Hu would definitely say something else.

    Sure enough¡ª¡ª

    "Dabao, do you know? I once had a soldier under my command. His name was Huang Quan. He was a good brother who I brought out hand in hand. He was a man of iron bones who could not fall even after being shot seven times by the enemy on the battlefield  ¡­¡±

    Lei Hu drank another glass of strong wine and told Zhao Dabao a story calmly, but his voice still had an uncontrollable tremor.

    The special soldier named Huang Quan returned home happily on the day he was discharged. After returning, he was shocked to hear the bad news - his wife, who worked in the police station, was insulted to death and her body was dumped outside the city.  In the sewage ditch.

    The culprit is a local underworld boss, because his daughter-in-law, who is a policeman, uncovered a major drug case and offended the underworld boss.

    And the black boss is so powerful that no one can touch him, and no one dares to touch him.

    ¡°Even on Bai Dao, there were people covering up the facts of the crime for him.

    But the special soldier named Huang Quan found out the truth.

    The day he found out the truth, he knelt in front of his wife's grave for three days and three nights. The iron-blooded man who never shed tears cried for three days and three nights, until his tears dried up and his heart was dead.

    Then, he went crazy!

    One night, he used the skills he learned in the army and used cruel methods to kill the black boss and seventeen of his men, as well as everyone who colluded with the black boss to cover up the truth.

    He committed more than 20 lives, his hands were stained with blood, and he caused a sensation. He was wanted by the local special police and police, and he laid a dragnet, causing uproar in the city and panic among people.

    Huang Quan fled on a mountain outside the city, using homemade land mines and various sophisticated traps often used by special forces to deal with enemies, leaving more than a hundred special police and police officers surrounding the mountain helpless. No one dared to enter there.  A mountainous area where criminals hide.

    Finally, Lei Hu came forward.

    He went into the mountain alone and without any weapons and met Huang Quan.

    Those extremely sophisticated traps and deeply hidden land mines could not stop him at all, because he taught Huang ???Dry and hard old tree bark, endless joy.

    With that said, he handed Wang Dali a cigarette as if he were a treasure.

    "You are really lucky." Wang Dali took the cigarette and smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.

    He can¡¯t even afford cigarettes now, so he can only smoke ¡°Yellow River¡± which costs two yuan a pack and makes his throat burn.

    Lighting the cigarette, blue smoke spit out from Wang Dali's mouth. Looking at the busy figures under him, a trace of helplessness and gloom flashed in his eyes.

    Once a member of the special forces, he no longer had the majestic uniform and helmet, only a sloppy vest covered in cement dust and a yellow construction hat that shattered with a knock.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡ª??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? turned about today, only the construction workers who are crushed by reality.

    How ironic!

    As the smoke slowly filled in, Wang Dali looked confused.

    "Dali, you are still so young. You should be looking for a job. This job is not suitable for you. This place sucks dust every day. It doesn't matter at our age. You are still young and your days are still long. Look at you doing this every day  If you endure hardship, I believe you can get a good job elsewhere.¡±

    The master surnamed Huang was smoking a cigarette, chatting about household chores, chatting a few words as usual, and admonishing Wang Dali like an elder.

    "I don't have much education, my parents are in poor health, and I have two younger brothers and sisters who need to go to school. It's good to be the eldest brother and earn a little bit." Wang Dali smiled, and the iron-blooded man became more tender.

    "Good young man." Master Huang patted his shoulder, admiring but helpless.

    "Wang Dali, what are you doing? You're still smoking at midnight. If you don't want to do it, get out of here."

    A loud roar suddenly sounded.

    A middle-aged fat man wearing a blue work cap and a black bag under his arm stood on the scaffolding with a bad look on his face.

    This person is the contractor in charge of them, named Yang Fugui.

    "You and Lao Huang will have one hundred dollars deducted from your wages today."

    The middle-aged fat man is like a rich man, bossing around.

    "Yang Tou, it's just a cigarette. Why?"

    Master Huang¡¯s face was as angry as old tree bark.

    "Old Huang, if you don't want to do it anymore, I don't have any shortage of people here."

    Yang Fugui¡¯s bloated face squeezed out a sneer, and his small eyes were as cunning as a mouse.

    This time, Master Huang stopped talking.

    "Wang Dali, if I catch you slacking off again, just get out of here."

    Yang Fugui walked away with his head held high and his belly puffed out like a victorious rooster.

    "This bitch Yang Bapi" Master Huang lowered his face and cursed in a low voice.

    Wang Dali, who was on the side, remained silent.

    This has happened several times.

    Yang Fugui, the foreman, couldn't stand Wang Dali once and helped others to contradict him. As a result, he continued to find fault with Wang Dali, picky and maliciously deducting his wages.

    This person has a small belly and chicken intestines, which can be seen.

    And Wang Dali, from the very beginning clenched his fists and was full of anger, to now he is silent.

    He quickly recognized the reality, for the sake of his job, and for the sake of his younger siblings at home

    He can only endure it!  !  !

    At this moment, a phone rang from his trouser pocket.

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