Boss Qian's supermarket.
Who am I? Where am I? What did I see?
Leng Feng was now a little skeptical of life. He had just been fighting the Red Turban Army when another group of people suddenly appeared and beat the Red Turban Army up.
Reckless cannons, large-caliber sniper rifles, rifle grenades, and finally, the temporary command center of the Red Turban Army not far away was directly blown up by a cloud bomb.
What kind of fight was this?
He was bullying Brother Black who only knew how to charge with an AK. However, he was not a saint. These heartless bastards who killed people like flies and showed no mercy to their own kind deserved to die.
Leng Feng and the others were not the only ones who were dumbfounded.
At the other end of the street, Colonel Carson put down his binoculars in shock. Had the rebels been beaten away?
Looking at the retreating rebels who had thrown their weapons and ammunition on the ground, Carson felt that God must have blessed them today.
"Dear God, your glory has finally fallen on my head. Thank you so much!”
Just as Carson was celebrating his survival, a teasing voice sounded not far away.
"I think you should thank me. Otherwise, you would definitely die!”
Hmm?
The celebrating T Corps raised their guns warily, but they heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the seven fully armed members of Task Force 141.
Carson looked back at the group of people in surprise. He knew that they were mercenaries who had helped them to scare away the Red Turban Army.
Then, he walked forward very politely and said,"Hello! I'm Colonel Carson of the National Defense Force's Harbor City Garrison Brigade. May I ask this gentleman's name?”
Task Force 141 was speechless.
Brother Black, you've got the wrong person. The commander is diagonally opposite you.
Carson reached out his hand to Qian Dui. The smile on his face was as charming as a black peony. It looked very…eye-piercing.
"I think you must be mistaken. I'm not the leader. The commander of Task Force 141 is here!”
Qian Dui took a step back and let Lin Qing, who was smiling, out of the way.
This was because the 141 Special Task Force would block Lin Qing's vital points to avoid sudden attacks.
Carson was speechless.
They had made a big mistake. He thought that this bearded old man must be the leader, but in the end, the youngest Chinese person among them was the big boss.
He blushed, but it was too dark for Lin Qing and the others to see. If his teeth were red, they would have seen it.
"Don't be polite. We were just defending ourselves! If there's nothing else, evacuate the civilian organizations as soon as possible. The Red Turban Army will soon make a comeback, and their attacks will definitely be even more fierce!”
Lin Qing waved his hand nonchalantly and strode toward the port with his parents.
Looking at the back of the group of people leaving in a hurry, Carson's mouth twitched a few times and chose to remain silent. Finally, he waved his hand to signal his men to evacuate the civilians and set up a defense line to prepare to resist the enemy.
On the way.
Looking at the smoke-filled street, especially the countless mutilated corpses, Mother Lin's nerves were stimulated. She hugged Lin Qing's hand tightly as if she had a sense of security.
However, he felt more and more tormented inside. This was the cruel battlefield. Life was worthless on the battlefield. No matter how strong you were, a bullet could kill you.
"Son, let's go home. The battlefield is too dangerous.”
Again?
Lin Qing looked at his father with a headache, hoping that he could help. However, the old man turned a deaf ear to him and only looked at the street covered with corpses with a gloomy expression.
Forget it, it was better to ask for help from others than to ask for help from oneself.
"Mom, do you know what my dream is?”
"Marry three wives?" Mother Lin was puzzled.”
Task Force 141 was speechless.
When the few of them heard the conversation between the mother and son, they tried their best to hold back their laughter, and their faces turned red.
It was too funny. He was still so good in such a serious atmosphere.
Lin Qing felt a little confused. Why was his mother always troubled by the problem of his wife?
He was only twenty-four years old and still a child!
"No, my dream is world peace!”
Hahahaha…Aiyo.
This time, it wasn't the 141 Special Task Force that was laughing, but Lin Qing's parents. They were so happy that tears were about to fall from their eyes.
The street, which was originally quiet except for the sizzling sound of burning cars, was suddenly filled with laughter.
Lin Qing was speechless.
Was it that funny?
I'm telling the truth. There's absolutely no falsehood. Why doesn't anyone believe me?
After a long time.
Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, Mother Lin patted Lin Qing's arm and scolded him jokingly,""Brat, you just know how to make me happy. Forget it! You're already in your twenties and have your own thoughts and pursuits. I won't stop you, but you have to call me every day to tell me that you're safe, understand?”
"Okay, Dad, you can go back to China in peace! I'll send you money in a few days. Dad, don't go to work anymore. If you have time, spend more time with my mom. You've neglected too much in the army for so many years. Now that you're old, you should make up for it.”
Lin Qing couldn't help but ramble on, making Father Lin's head full of black lines.
He had wanted to retort, but when he saw Mother Lin's satisfied gaze, he sighed and fell silent. He had indeed owed the four of them all these years.
However, sacrificing a small family for the sake of everyone was the difficulty of a soldier.
"Got it. Brat, you better be careful too. If there's anything, you can contact me! Remember, don't kill too many people, and don't let yourself go astray because of some trivial things, understand?”
His father was quite something. Could it be that he used to be a member of the special forces?
"What is a trivial matter?" Lin Qing asked in surprise.”
"You are an idealist. When you make a choice rationally, you will always be right. Even if you are wrong, you will still be right, understand?”
Wasn't this Cao Aman's ambitious theory?
Lin Qing thought for a moment and felt that what his father said made sense. He was the big boss of the Black Bone Group and the commander of the 141 Special Task Force. He really couldn't be soft-hearted and emotional. All ambitious people had to be cold and heartless.
"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me?”
Elder Lin nodded with great relief.”
"But why do I feel like you're teaching children bad things?”
"Get lost…Get lost!"
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