Colonel

Spree's nightlife is rich and colorful, even people who work normally will have a drink in the bar before midnight to relax.

But more people come here to get drunk and spend the night groggy, as if they don't have to worry about all kinds of troubles in life. This is the best place to escape from reality.

"Instead of calling it the City of Spring, it's better to call it the Ruins of Decay." Fang Chi said sarcastically, and at the same time drank the spirits in his glass.

"Drinking like this will hurt you, Fang." DeWitt patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't drink more, I'm afraid I won't be able to work for a while. You also know what a difficult person Mrs. Connor is."

DeWitt's face froze for a moment, and he hesitated for a while before saying: "Actually, I can introduce you to a good job, and you are definitely capable of it. Then you don't have to do that kind of job again."

"But I like this kind of work by nature. It's so easy to make money." Fang Chi put down his empty wine glass and said to the bartender, "Bartender, keep the bill, you know who should put it on."

After saying goodbye to DeWitt, he walked out of the bar.

There are a lot of people in the bar, and it is difficult to squeeze out without pushing and shoving. Fang Chi is unwilling to compete with others for the limited space. If someone blocks the way ahead, he will smile and wait for them to give way automatically. If someone bumps into him accidentally, he can always dodge ahead of time.Under such circumstances, he was able to walk out of the bar without bumping into anyone.

DeWitt looked at his back and watched Fang Chi leave.Since I met him, he has been watching behind him every day for two years. Sometimes he leaves alone, sometimes he hugs a woman or a man, or there may be more than one.

"Bah! A shameless cowboy!" The bartender who was also looking at his back cursed secretly.

"He's not a cowboy," DeWitt swirled the wine in his glass, "he's just a little casual, no one cares. He just collects some money while doing that kind of thing, people have to live. "

"Sir, the kind of person you just mentioned is generally called a cowherd, a duck or..."

A black gun was pressed against his forehead, and DeWitt still said calmly, "He's not."

"That's right! He's not, he's absolutely not!" The bartender shook his head desperately: "He's the most handsome man in the world, but I'm just jealous that he's so handsome that he can attract so many beautiful women, DeWitt Captain."

DeWitt didn't retract the pistol, but still pressed it against the bartender's head, while he silently sipped the new cocktail made by the bartender.

A hand reached out and grabbed the pistol, and its owner patted DeWitt on the shoulder and said, "Captain, what's got you so mad?"

The young captain glanced at the person coming, and retracted the gun.

"Lieutenant Hals, congratulations on finally being transferred back from the border. How is it? Are you still used to the environment?"

"...I might say goodbye to humans in a few days." Halles exuded a low breath, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of blackness, which made DeWitt almost think that the person sitting next to him Not a person, but a corpse that has been decomposing for many years.

"Colonel, that's the colonel, the military dog ​​brought back from the border was lost, but I was the one who was in charge of taking care of him that day! Why, why is this so!" Hols kept grabbing his short, smooth brown hair Scratched by him.

"...I remember that you are a lieutenant, and you should be assisting Colonel Brian in military and government affairs. Why do you take care of military dogs? That should be something that special soldiers do?"

"Actually I'm now... with one foot in the kennel."

Hals also graduated from the military academy with excellent grades. He is a soldier who has undergone rigorous training. He held an important position at a young age. Extremely tenacious and able to withstand any test.

But it is such a man who is said to be hard-working, and now he is looking at his old friend and classmate with teary eyes like an abandoned dog, and he almost hugged him and cried bitterly.When DeWitt saw him like this, he quickly looked around, and everyone who came into contact with him hid two meters away, and there was no one around them.

Very good, so you can rest assured to listen to this guy's complaints.

"DeWitt, listen to me, that Brian blah blah blah..." Halls suppressed his tears, told his friend all the treatment he had received in the past few years, and finally wiped it off with his hands. With tears in the corner of his eyes, he said: "There are still three days. If I can't find that damn dog within three days, I will be the next person to live in the kennel!"

DeWitt's head was full of sweat. He had heard that Colonel Brian was a difficult boss, but he didn't expect Hals to suffer so much in the past few years.No wonder it took him so long to graduate. Even though he had been on the front line and made military achievements repeatedly, he was still only a lieutenant. On the contrary, he, a poor student who graduated a year later, was ahead of him.

But he now faces a bigger crisis than being demoted.

His old friend was in trouble, and he had to help. DeWitt lowered his head and pondered for a while and asked, "How long have you lost it? Do you have any photos?"

The lieutenant, who stopped his tears, took out a digital photo from his breast pocket and said at the same time: "As soon as Andrew lost it, I immediately collected the image in the kennel, took a picture of its last appearance, and sent it to my subordinates to let them find it. Yes, but why haven't I found it after searching for so many days?"

Because there is something wrong with this photo!DeWitt looked at the gray puppy in the three-dimensional photo with irritated eyes. After washing this look, it is definitely two dogs compared with the photo. How did Hals take care of it?However, he is not a professional after all, which can be forgiven.

What DeWitt didn't know was that the reason why Andrew looked so miserable was definitely not because Halls didn't take good care of him, but because Brian liked to see him looking dirty.Because Andrew was a wolf they brought back from the snowy mountains on the northern border, it should be a snow wolf cub all white.The reason why Brian didn't let people bathe it was because he didn't want people to know its true identity.At the same time, it is deliberately humiliating this wolf with noble blood, deliberately letting it be treated like a stray dog.

"Well," DeWitt thought for a while, "take the photo and go to the pet management office to see, maybe someone picks it up, adopts it, and officially adopts it. Then it will be registered and numbered, otherwise it is a private dog , you go there and hope to be bigger. I have someone familiar, you can say hello to him, and he will help you pay attention."

"Will the Immigration Bureau and the pet management office also have contacts?"

"It's just a drinking buddy I met by accident. You also know that I like to make friends." DeWitt shrugged with a smile and gave Halls a phone number.

"Thank you, I'll go as soon as they go to work tomorrow!"

This is the last ray of hope. If he still can't find it...he can just make up the number at the pet management office. Seeing him go back with a collar, will the colonel let him go mercifully?Halls thought sadly.

Mrs. Connor is a middle-aged widow with beautiful sausage-like lips. She is full of enthusiasm and passion for life. Whenever she sees beautiful things, she will never be stingy with her praise and money. Our property contributes to the beauty of the world.

Especially after she met Fang Chi, the oriental temperament and his outstanding appearance instantly aroused Mrs. Connor's enthusiasm for beauty and her exploration of beauty.In order to deeply understand the beauty hidden under Fang Chi's suit, she spent a lot of money to satisfy her pursuit of beauty.Finally, when Fang Chi took off her clothes in front of the huge check, she was instantly shocked by the golden ratio figure, and immediately pressed her body weighing more than [-] kilograms on Fang Chi, feeling the beauty from a distance. .

Then she threw a large sum of gold coins on Fang Chi, providing him, a foreign tourist, with all kinds of luxurious life. She even wanted to marry him, but Fang Chi refused.She thought about living with him, but Fang Chi refused with a smile.In fact, Mrs. Connor could use various methods to force Fang Chi, but her keen intuition told her that once she did so, she would lose this man forever.

What she couldn't stand the most was that Fang Chi would find someone else when she didn't need him!Man or woman, this man never spent his night alone, and he would have found someone else without her.

She once protested against his behavior, but Fang Chi just looked at the energy gun in her hand lightly, showed his usual gentle smile and said, "Ma'am, you pay and I work hard. Everyone gets what they need. The money paid by those people Not less than you, so you are balanced?"

So she was defeated, not because of his words, but because there was something very dangerous in Fang Chi's eyes at that time, as if she would lose her life if she shot.

Fang Chi seemed a little happy tonight, not as absent-minded as before.This is not to say that he was very passive before. On the contrary, this oriental man has very good skills. He has mastered all the sensitive parts of the human body and skillfully arouses the deepest desire in a person's heart.However, Mrs. Connor felt with her slender mind that was contrary to her weight, this person had no heart.No matter what, he couldn't feel his heart, couldn't understand his feelings.

But today, Mrs. Connor felt that Fang Chi was laughing.During the intense union, this faint joy also conveyed to the depths of her heart.

"Are you in a good mood?" Mrs. Connor asked weakly after the passion.

"Yeah." Fang Chi lit a cigarette, and he had to smoke every time he finished.If he didn't, the smell of Mrs. Connor's lipstick would linger in his mouth and nose, which he didn't like.

"Why?" Even though she felt that he didn't want to answer, Mrs. Connor asked persistently.

"I have a pet." The corners of his mouth were raised, and the beautiful lip line was slightly soft.

"Are you registered?"

"Not yet, too much trouble."

"I can help you!" She sat up immediately, "I have a friend working there, you just need to take the dog to take a picture. There is no need to line up, so you are its owner!"

Seeing Fang Chi's face getting warmer, she knew that he liked this gift more than a mansion or a famous car.