"The boys are great!" Sheriff Johnson was swaying a little when he walked. He drank too much. If it weren't for Mr. Kesma's visit, he couldn't even stand up.
Mr. Kesma is a very serious person. He frowned slightly and glanced sideways at Chief Johnson, "You should drink less. Anna is dead. She deserved it. You shouldn't have to bear everything." "
Johnson suddenly fell into silence. The name Anna was so familiar to him, and the familiarity had been deeply engraved into his soul. That was his wife, the first and only woman he had ever loved in his life, but this woman killed Sheriff Johnson’s son, her own son, and also killed Sheriff Johnson’s entire family, just to force him to Chief Johnson named some people.
That woman was an undercover agent, a spy, a vicious woman who played with Sheriff Johnson's feelings and stabbed him dozens of times in the heart. He knew that what Mr. Kesma said was correct. The woman was dead. He saw the bullet enter her head with his own eyes and saw her fall to the ground. There was no way she could survive. But he didn't know why, but he was always afraid. He felt that Anna was by his side and would pounce to kill him anytime and anywhere!
That vicious woman!
This incident led to Johnson never having the idea of marrying a wife and having children. He couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. He felt that he had failed many people, including Mr. Kesma in front of him. Of course, he was also very grateful to Mr. Kesma. On that occasion, he did not kill himself, but spared himself.
But... He shook his head, "I can't live without alcohol anymore. I'm just an old alcoholic now. Mr. Kesma, I can't do anything."
Mr. Kesma snorted, "I have never considered asking you to do anything great. I just think that if you drink like this, you will die in the bottle one day. Anna didn't kill you, and the nobles didn't. I didn’t kill you, but you died in such a meaningless thing. Why don’t you wait until you feel you’ve had enough and say hello to me, and I’ll help you deal with your pain.”
"Like what about now, Walt?"
Johnson laughed a few times and said he was finished, but he didn't want to die. Even though he spent every day in a daze, he never thought about facing death. He knew that his courage had been shattered by that disaster, and perhaps he had never had much courage.
The National Guard's training place was just outside the town. It only took about fifteen minutes to walk. As the two walked, they talked about the latest situation.
"Memnon is very popular now. He wrote me a letter some time ago, hoping to ask me to do something. I don't like that guy very much. He always has a bit of hypocrisy, but maybe it's because he is our "The most hypocritical person in the world, that's why he can do so well." Mr. Kesma said something like a whiner. At the end, he sighed, so many people were almost dead in the end. He thought that if someone It may be someone else who will inherit his unfinished business, but it won't be Memnon, who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
But the truth was so strange. All the people he favored chose silence, and only Memnon stood up. Of course, he is definitely not doing it for any great ideals or ambitions, but purely for power and profit. He was a villain who never concealed himself. Mr. Kesma first met this guy named Memnon at a mule and horse market in a noble territory.
Memnon doesn't know what method he uses to make the teeth of the mules and horses in his hands extra smooth, but after using it for two days, you will find that the horses that looked like strong horses in the first two days are actually all old. Guys, a few of them died of exhaustion soon. So Mr. Kesma became "friends" with Memnon. Everyone disliked Memnon's philistineness and cunning, but Mr. Kesma knew that they needed such a guy to take care of their finances.
So that transaction became Nongmen's last transaction, and he then made a wise choice between death and obedience.
Johnson paused when he heard the name. He quickly chased two steps and followed Mr. Kesma again, "Memnon? Isn't he dead? I remember that everything was in chaos at the time. Later I heard that he died."
Mr. Kesma's dry laughter was as harsh as metal friction. "He was just pretending to be dead. He is more cunning than all of us. At least none of us thought of lying on the ground pretending to be dead." He paused as he said this. "He is doing a good job now, but he doesn't want to be in the limelight, so I plan to find someone to put him on the table and take the blame for him. But these things have nothing to do with me anymore."
Sheriff Johnson's lips moved. He wanted to say a curse word to show his mood at this time, but he didn't dare to say anything. If Memnon finds Mr. Kesma, it means that this town will not be peaceful for long. Should he find another place to live? Sheriff Johnson soon gave up this idea. Although living with Mr. Kesma would be slightly dangerous, he would face greater danger after leaving Mr. Kesma.
While they were talking, the two of them had already left the town. The National Guard's outpost was just outside the town. After some repairs, they had already thought about it a little bit. The two did not call the door directly, but climbed in through the missing fence on one side. Mr. Kesma wanted to see if these young men could use it and if they were lazy. He gives these young people a generous salary every week, but he doesn't have time to watch. Sheriff Johnson is drunk every day, so he can only rely on the self-consciousness of these young men in terms of training.
The two of them took a sneak peek at the barracks. There was no one inside and things were neatly packed, which was good. Then they went to the playground. Before they got close, they heard someone whistling. Mr. Kesma's face suddenly became gloomy, and Johnson almost cried.
I don’t know which of the gods heard Johnson’s prayer, and what frightened him did not happen. It turned out that two of the seven young men were fighting on the playground wearing only their underwear. Their fists were only tightened with bandages, not to protect their enemies, but to protect themselves. In close combat without equipment, fingers are easily injured parts, so bandages need to be tightened to protect the finger joints and avoid finger fractures and dislocations when punching.
The two young men were covered in oil and sweat, and their strong bodies presented a visual impact of oil. They were already a little embarrassed, with bruises and swollen faces, but they had no idea of stopping until Sheriff Johnson and Mr. Kesma appeared in their sight.
Mr. Kesma glanced twice, walked to the center of the field, and glanced at the seven dumbfounded young men. He saw that each of them had a bruised nose and face. It seemed that it was not just these two people who were fighting. "Why?" Want to fight?" No one answered this question. It's not that they didn't want to say it, but they didn't dare to say it. They all live on Mr. Kesma's salary. Life here is much more interesting than farm work, and they can also supplement the family income.
If he were sent back, not only would he not have such happy days in the future, but he would also laugh to death even if he was laughed at by the people in the town.
Mr. Kesma pointed to one of the people, "If you don't say anything, pack your things and leave here immediately. I didn't pay you to come and have fun, do you understand?"
Under such pressure, the young man had to tell the reason. It turns out that their conflict was not caused by conflicts, but purely a practical battle. The initial idea may be to select the most powerful person to be the captain, but everyone is actually about the same. Gradually, this selection method became every three days. A formal training, everyone thinks it is very useful and more practical than boring training.
Mr. Kesma checked the training results of each of them and then patted Chief Johnson on the shoulder, "Although you are just an old man who gets drunk every day and waits to die, you are still good at doing these things.", said He looked at the young men and said, "Pack up all your belongings, bring your weapons and follow me. Now execute the order!"
Although the young people did not quite understand what needed to be done, they did as Mr. Kesma asked. When selecting people, Mr. Kesma only had one requirement: to be able to obey and implement orders seriously.
The outside world is very new to these honest young men, especially when they heard that they were going to a big city like Ordo to perform a mission, they all whistled excitedly. When Mr. Ma promised to advance three months' salary to them when they arrived, Mr. Kesma, whom they rarely met, became their most supportive person.
At this time, Mr. Bain of Ordo had just talked with a visiting guest for half an hour. After the guest left, he patted his cheek. He was really tired from keeping a straight face all day, but there was nothing he could do about it. matter. We also encountered a little trouble when enforcing the license plate rules. The "Supplementary Provisions for Urban Road Traffic Regulations" will soon be passed, and more people are coming to consult.
He casually picked up this morning's newspaper, read the headlines and turned directly to the second page. There was a headline printed in bold at the top - Kadima Party is targeting the mid-term election, and the situation may change subversively!
He read it very carefully. The Kadima Party recently proposed a new governance concept. They plan to introduce a federal universal welfare system, which will solve the problem of the aging citizens of the empire who have lost their labor force and are unable to support themselves. They also plan to improve medical care. A breakthrough was made and a plan was drawn up to help the public pay part of their medical expenses.
Mr. Bain frowned when he saw this. Just when he saw "Mr. Memnon, the leader of the Progressive Party, claimed...", the knock on the door rang again.
(End of chapter)