"No, you are worthless, absolutely not. No matter how times change, good soldiers will always be good soldiers." Yang Jin patted Uncle Chao's shoulder to comfort him, but in his drunken eyes, Yang Jin also had a deep tone and melancholy expression?

Although the days in the past were hard, he felt that life had a bright future and energetic spirit. At that time, he was the pillar of the family and the wind sheltering wall. He supported the whole family and was an indispensable part. But now? He felt like a facial character in some vulgar TV series. Although the characters were called "husband" and "father", except for occasionally saying a few irrelevant lines to express their presence, he had the only way to make trouble.

You are not needed and have no value.

My wife and daughter are charging in front of me?

Where is me?

The bar was noisy, but Yang Jin felt lonely and helpless.

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Day 7.

Bang, a large box of Moutai was placed in front of Uncle Chao by Yang Jin, "Drink this today."

Uncle Chao picked up a bottle and looked at the capacity, degree, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He looked at Yang Jin's gentle and kind look, and then looked at his strong muscles like pig iron. He felt that this iron-blooded strong man had no reason to deal with a teacher. Teacher Yang, Teacher Yang, I deliberately let you take care of you two times in the past. Today I will let you know how to drink in the army, and let you speak the truth after drinking~!

"Just drink this!"

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"I'm not a man! I'm sorry for her! I couldn't take good care of her children!!" The white-haired old man cried heart-wrenchingly, tearing his chest while roaring. His cold image as usual as a pig iron disappeared: "She gave me the child before she died, and I patted her heart to promise that she would take good care of him, but now, now he is in danger, but I can't do anything, I feel ashamed--!"

Gudong Gudong Gudong, three more mouthfuls were poured. Uncle Chao raised his bottle high and wanted to smash it. His eyes were red and he shouted: "What martial arts do I practice? What kind of soldiers do I become? Johnson's current situation, but I can only watch, me, I--!"

"No." Snake, one hand was inserted horizontally and steadily grabbed the bottle raised high. It was Yang Jin. Yang Jin had drunk too much, really drunk too much, but he calmed down instead. "We can only watch it."

No longer complaining about himself or self-pity, Yang Jin's eyes burst into sharp light. It was like a long time ago, in order to protect his wife and daughter, he faced the alien with an ordinary mortal body. At that time, when he quickly outlined and made plans on paper, his eyes were so cold and so focused. Now, in addition to being cold and focused, there is a stronger, more determined, and more crazy belief.

Under the gaze of this stern gaze, the dizzy Uncle Chao actually froze all over and asked blankly: "Brother, what did you say?"

"I said, we can't just watch, let alone watch!" Yang Jin picked up another bottle with his hands, shaking his feet, and his eyes were shining: "Little Chao, I will never drink Xiaochoujiu again! After drinking this sip, it's time to do something!"

Uncle Chao was so dizzy that he couldn't react: "Why should I do it, what should I do?"

"It's time to do what his mother's father and uncle should do!" Yang Jin, who has always been gentle and gentle, is now passionate and passionate: "Let his wife and children charge in the battle outside, and walk around the back to eat, drink and have fun. Is this what men should do? Drink, drink, drink, and then go to do what he's time! I'll set off after drinking, will you come?"

Uncle Chao nodded blankly: "Come on."

Yang Jin grabbed Uncle Chao's neckline: "Speak loudly! Do you want to do it?"

Uncle Chao was angry: "Do it!"

Yang Jin roared with a flushed face: "No matter how loud the soldiers are, don't you do it! Are you a man? Do it, no, do it!!"

"Damn it!! Fuck him - mom, fuck! fuck--!" The blue veins on Uncle Chao's neck were swelling, his dark face was swollen like a purple eggplant, and he shouted loudly: "Isn't it just a life? A man will give up, charge, charge!!"

"Well said! After drinking this sip, you will never drink again. If you drink again, you will be a celebration wine, and you will have it! Drink it!"

Bang, the two bottles of Moutai touched each other hard, and the two old men looked like they were young and were full of energy, and they slapped the Moutai all over.

After drinking the storm wine, the hero set out on the battlefield!

Then--

Bang, bang, two people fell to the ground one after another, and couldn't rise again...

It's the third day again.

"Hey..." Yang Jinse shrank into the chair, trembling all over, an ice bag was pressed on his head, and his eyes were covered with dark circles. Although enthusiasm and fighting spirit have come, he is still older after all. In fact, not to mention older people, even young people can't get up with a bottle of Moutai as loud as they blow the bottle of Moutai. Yang Jin was able to throw himself on the plane on time, which was already a sign of amazing willpower.

"Brother, you still have to practice your alcohol tolerance...don't vomit!" Uncle Chao sat next to Yang Jin, with a drunken expression on his face, but before he finished speaking, he stood up and covered his mouth and headed straight for the toilet. He looked worse than Yang Jin.

"Hu..." He let out a breath and rubbed his temples. Yang Jin closed his eyes and raced against time to recover.

I am so unrestrained. It seems that I cannot relax my constraints on myself at any time. Drinking several consecutive meals of wine has caused my thinking speed to decrease now. Be careful.

The plane rushed into the sky and flew from Hong Kong to the northeast. Amid the roaring engine, Yang Jin took out a pen and a piece of paper, thinking slowly but steadily.

[This time, the two old men, Xiaochao, were not going to cause trouble. They had to share the pressure of their daughters and do what they could do. Although they were unwilling to accept the armed conflict, Xiaochao and I were really unable to help. There were countless strange people around my daughter, and if we really needed support, we would not be able to use us.]

[But this time the action is not something that the armed forces can determine everything.]

[Compared with my daughter, Xiaochao and I have the biggest advantage lies in the small target. When the crazy girl was smashing all the way, no one would turn his attention to two ordinary half-big old men. When the enemy was closely monitored and guarded against Xiaoqi and the others, we were more likely to become fish that could escape the net and take a different approach. Moreover, even Xiaoqi didn't know what we were doing, so the enemy would be even more unlikely to notice it in advance.]

[We both will become a surprise soldier!]

"So, we're traveling this time."

You have to find the next target before everyone else, and you don’t need to do anything else. Just leave a locator on the target at the moment of contact, and it will be considered as a complete task. As long as you can locate the target’s position, the rest only needs Yang Qi to fall from the sky and catch it and finish the work.

"So, our goal is-" Yang Jin opened the envelope and looked at it: "Tokyo, Japan, Stephen Evinson. Stephen Evinson? Inexplicably, I feel that this name sounds familiar..."
Chapter completed!