Rebirth: My 80s

In the evening, most other shops in the town were closed, and the streets were sparsely populated in the twilight. Silence slowly covered the streets like a quilt and stopped in front of the Welsh tavern.

The tavern was brightly lit and crowded with people, and the laughter was mixed with vulgar curses.

"Oh damn, is this wine? Is it reasonable to sell wine at this price? This is sucking my blood!"

"After this, I won't be able to eat for three days!"

"Old Wales, you are a profiteer. The supply and marketing cooperative cannot possibly set the price of wine at this level!"

"You guys should drink if you want to. If not, get out! The supply and marketing cooperative has been out of supply for a long time. I spent a lot of money and risked being arrested to get this good wine. You bastards can't get any good out of it if I give it to you guys for free. Go to the city and see how many of those guys in suits can drink wine now... Oh, shit! Popov, get as far away from me as possible. Whoever throws him out will have first chance to buy!"

"Get lost, you scumbag, do you have money?"

"There are only a few bottles of wine in total. If you still want to have a drink, go to the street and find dog urine to drink!"

"I hope it snows tonight and freezes him to death."

"Stay away from me, I stink of dead fish!"

...

The lazy man with disheveled hair and untidy beard was kicked out of the tavern by several strong men. He fell motionless in the corridor outside the door, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Slow footsteps were heard on the street, approaching from far away.

As we approached the tavern, the sound turned into thudding sounds, mixed with the creaking of the wooden corridors due to being unable to bear the weight.

With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Popov lifted his heavy eyelids with great effort, revealing a pair of cloudy light blue eyes. The next second, a gleam of light flashed in his lifeless eyes. This sloppy and lazy man seemed to have a last burst of energy. He sat up instantly and raised his hand to grab an unopened bottle of vodka that was handed to him.

It was as if a person lost in the desert found water and the iron bottle cap opened quickly.

Grrrrrrrrrr!

One third of a bottle of wine is gone in the blink of an eye.

The inverted bottle was finally put down, Popov squinted his eyes comfortably and burped with contentment.

"Name, information, and depending on the difficulty, provide a gun or a dagger." He glanced at the two foreigners standing next to him and said.

Li Jiankun asked with a half-smile, "Anyone can do it?"

"Of course not."

The mouth of the bottle moved to his mouth again, but he took small sips. His calloused hands stroked the smooth glass bottle as if it was the body of a loved one. While drinking, Popov said, "There are three things I won't kill."

"Oh?" Li Jiankun pretended to listen attentively.

"One, do not kill the old, the young, women, or children."

"Second, those who are kind and generous should not be killed."

"Third, ordinary people will not be killed."

Li Jiankun smiled, then with a playful expression gave out a name, a man who held a high position of power in a city thirty kilometers away, but whose reputation was not very good.

Popov put down the bottle, looked up at him, and then slowly said, "Prepare an off-road vehicle, an SVD sniper rifle, two Makarov pistols, at least six magazines, a smoke bomb, a grenade, a tungsten steel assault knife, and ten bottles of vodka."

Li Jiankun stared at him for a moment, then said in a daze, "You don't want to live."

Popov laughed, took a sip of vodka, and his eyes became very lonely. He murmured: "For a person like me, what's the point of living?"

In a flash, he laughed again, "I don't like that guy either, but it's not a bad thing to have him as a companion."

"Do you think you can pull it off?"

"To be honest, I'm not 100% sure, but your wine will definitely not be a waste. Even if you can't kill him, you can still kill a few of his lackeys."

"I'm just saying it casually to test your courage."

"Fuck you, get out!"

Popov rolled his eyes, lay down on the ground and ignored him.

Li Jiankun smiled, shook the collar of his woolen coat, left the tavern with wealth, and strolled back to the red house.

"What do you think?"

"What are you looking at, you lunatic."

The next day, it was about the same time.

Li Jiankun appeared outside the tavern again, but the tavern had closed early today and there was probably no wine to sell.

Under the eaves outside the tavern, the drunkard named Popov was still lying there, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. If Miss Suwa's antifreeze index was 1, this guy's should be 1 to the power of N.

The temperature outside was several degrees below zero.

His thin, dark-colored jacket, which was covered in lint and dirt, provided little warmth.

Li Jiankun walked up to him and kicked him, "Are you dead?"

like a statue.

click!

Li Jiankun took out a bottle of vodka from the side pocket of his fur coat and unscrewed the cap with his hands wearing black leather gloves.

The lazy man, like a dead dog, turned over and sat up, grabbing the wine bottle.

Gulu gulu!

Li Jiankun took out a bag of orchid beans from his other pocket and threw it over.

Popov chuckled and said, "You are not a bad person."

After that, he drank the wine happily with orchid beans, looking intoxicated and happy.

Li Jiankun leaned on the white railing under the eaves with his hands behind his back, looking at him as if he was enjoying a Maslenitsa dinner, and said slowly: "You are a soldier and participated in the war against Afghanistan."

Popov paused, frowned, and asked, "Pastor Yevgeny told you?"

"I asked him, but the pastor was very professional and didn't say anything. I guess."

“It’s said that Chinese people are very smart, and it’s true.”

"Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"Shit!"

In fact, Li Jiankun also felt that it was not the case. He had read about this disease in a book. To put it bluntly, it was a mental and psychological disorder. People suffering from this disease would be very emotionally unstable at certain times, and they might instinctively harm themselves or others.

Popov, at least in the small town, had never hurt anyone.

He wouldn't even fight back when he was beaten or scolded.

Not only is his emotion very stable, he also possesses extraordinary self-control.

Then Li Jiankun was very confused.

What on earth happened that caused a man whose calluses on his hands proved he was an excellent soldier to become like this?

Seeing that Li Jiankun was waiting for the next words, Popov said sarcastically, "Aren't you quite good at guessing? Keep going."

"My wife ran away with someone?"

"Hahahaha, that's right. I risked my life fighting outside, but when I came back she hooked up with another man. Oh, this life is unbearable. I might as well just eat and wait for death."

Popov almost laughed to the point of tears, and gulped his wine as if he had just had a delicious dish.

"You can still joke, which means you don't really want to die."

Li Jiankun laughed and said, "Soldiers like you must have files and records. It's not difficult to check you."

"And then? You're really wasting your time."

Popov curled his lips and said, "It's such a simple matter. You guys don't enjoy the colorful world of Moscow, but hide in the corner of the mountain here. You must have enemies. Just give me the information and prepare the wine, and it will be done. Why do you care who I am?"

"But I think you can still be saved."

"Haha, forget it, cancer, there's no cure."

"Don't get me wrong. You're in such a bad state right now. Whether you live or die is none of my business. I just want to see if I can cure your illness, and then you'll be grateful and be of use to me."

Popov showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, then looked at this ambitious guy and grinned, "Haha."

"Have a nice meal."

Li Jiankun patted his leather gloves and walked away.

Popov shrugged and considered it a farewell for the sake of the sumptuous dinner.

The next day, it was still evening.

Popov was still lying like a dead dog under the eaves of the Welsh tavern.

I could still hear the footsteps coming closer and closer, and finally turning into a tat tat sound as they stepped on the wooden corridor.

Popov turned over lazily and raised his eyelids slightly in confusion. What came into his sight was a pair of impeccable long legs in black stockings and black leather high heels with red soles.

I remember that idiot Grouch once said that he could play with these legs for a year, and he was echoed by almost all the men in the tavern at that time.

But Pastor Yevgeny is not so easy to mess with.

He was a faith and spiritual mentor to many people in the town.

Unfortunately, Pastor Yevgeny was unable to guide him.

"Mr. Popov..."

"Go home."

"It's like this. Mr. Li asked me to invite you to have dinner at the Red House."

Popov supported himself on the ground, sat up, and looked up and down at Suwa, who was becoming more and more dazzling in the quiet moonlight. "Are you starting to work for him?"

Suwa nodded, "I am Mr. Li's personal assistant now."

Popov clicked his tongue and asked lecherously, "How private? Do you need someone to sleep with you?"

Suwa frowned and said, "Mr. Popov, Mr. Li is a very gentleman."

"Aren't there enough scoundrels in the world? This kid has a great background. He looks young, but he is more cunning than Lake Baikal. If... Of course, if you volunteer, then just ignore what I said. If not, remember to tell me."

Suwa was a little surprised. She had known Mr. Popov for more than a year, and this was the longest sentence he had ever said to her. The girl's long eyelashes fluttered, and a warm feeling surged through her heart.

"Don't be so touched. I just can't bear to see the most beautiful girl in our town being taken advantage of by an outsider." Popov lay back on the floor.

Su Wa smiled and said, "But, the Red House has prepared good wine and food. Mr. Li specially brought out a kind of Chinese wine to treat you. It is said to be very strong. Do you really not want to go?"

Swish!

Popov got up from the ground in an instant and complained, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had good wine?"

Suwa giggled and made an invitation gesture, indicating that he should go first.

Come to the red house.

The lights in the courtyard were bright, and there were rustling sounds and the delicious smell of food.

This small villa is no longer the dull and lifeless one it used to be. This is entirely due to Suva's running around looking for people, almost visiting all areas within the jurisdiction of Sureslavl Town, and hiring a total of ten people, including a housekeeper, a driver, two cooks, and the others as servants.

The ten people could more or less understand some English, and the housekeeper was a middle-aged English teacher, of course, in the past.

Generally speaking, they are young, have a certain level of cultural literacy, and have no bad criminal record.

The salaries Li Jiankun offered them varied according to their positions, with the lowest salary for a handyman being 300 rubles a month.

Of course, high salaries are not so easy to get. The first thing they do when entering the Red House is to sign a confidentiality agreement and learn the rules.

The courtyard door was half-open, and Suva pushed it open with great effort. When Popov walked in, all the pores on his body stood up instantly, and he quickly dodged to the side.

But it was still a beat slow.

As a result, the whole person flew backwards as if he was hit by a locomotive. After landing, he rolled several times before the force was dissipated.

Popov half-knelt on the ground, rubbing his left shoulder that felt like it was on fire, and staring at the... stupid strong man who suddenly attacked him.

If it had happened to someone else, such as Suwa who walked in behind him, the girl would probably have been dead.

Suwa stood by the door with her eyes wide open, wondering what was going on?

"Mr. Popov, I..."

"I know. It's none of your business."

Popov licked his cracked lips, looked at Fugui again with a silly smile, and said with a smile, "Want to play? Let me tell you in advance, I don't know your Chinese Kung Fu, I only know the killing skills, don't blame me if you die."

Fugui seemed to understand his English and nodded with a silly smile.

"You fucking..."

Popov pushed the ground hard with his right foot and shot out like an arrow.

Suwa's mouth was wide open enough to fit a rocket. Was this still the drunkard who would fall over when walking? Although she knew that Mr. Popov never showed his true face, she was still shocked.

But what surprised her even more was yet to come.

Mr. Popov, as swift as a tiger, kept coming close to him, and then flew backwards again and again. Mr. Fu barely moved, and his expression became more and more honest.

Suwa swallowed hard.

Similarly, I guessed that Mr. Fu, who could finish two pounds of steak for breakfast, must be no simple man, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce.

clang! clang!

Two daggers were thrown from the opposite side and landed at the feet of the two people fighting.

"Mr. Li!" Suwa exclaimed.

Popov rolled over and immediately picked up a handful from the ground, and Fugui picked up another handful.

Pooh!

Popov spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the guy who appeared at nine o'clock. He was wearing a black fur coat and had his hands in his pockets. "You really want to have fun, right? Then don't blame me."

Swish!

It's too late to say.

The sound of clang clang clang kept coming to my ears.

"what--"

With Suva's scream, the dagger in Popov's hand pierced into Fugui's chest.

"Oh my god!"

Popov glanced at the dagger that was broken into two pieces in his hand, and then looked at the man who was watching the show with relish, "I admire you. It's a pity that you were able to get such a good quality dagger."

Fugui brushed the fur on his chest. If that was a real dagger, he would have been dead.

Of course, this is also because he never retreated.

However, if the weapon used just now was not a dagger but a gun, he probably wouldn't have been able to dodge it even if he wanted to.

Fugui looked at Li Jiankun unhappily and cursed in Chinese: "Try your uncle!"

Li Jiankun smiled brightly. In close combat, he had a chance to kill Fugui, who was trained by the half-immortal on the Changbai Mountain. He really was worthy of being called a tough guy.

He looked at Popov, who was cursing loudly but had a look of great satisfaction on his face, and said slowly:

"Avdotyushka Popov."

"He has won the first-class individual merit once, the second-class merit three times, and the first-class collective merit twice."

"Black Sail Special Operations Force, Captain."

Suwa is stunningly beautiful.