"The boys are great!" Sheriff Johnson was a little shaky when he walked. He drank too much. He couldn''t even stand up if it wasn''t for Mr. kesma''s visit.


    Mr. kesma is a very methodical person. He frowned slightly and glanced sideways at Sheriff Johnson. "You should drink less wine. Anna is dead. She deserves it. You shouldn''t bear everything."


    Johnson suddenly fell into silence. The name Anna was so familiar to him that it had been deeply engraved in his soul. That was his wife, the first and only woman he loved in his life, but this woman killed Sheriff Johnson''s son, her own son, and Sheriff Johnson''s family just to force Sheriff Johnson to say some people''s names.


    The woman was an undercover, a spy, a vicious woman who played with Sheriff Johnson''s feelings and stabbed him dozens of knives in his heart. He knew Mr. kesma was right. The woman was dead. He watched the bullet shoot into her head and she fell to the ground. She could not live. But I don''t know why. He''s always afraid. He feels that Anna is beside him and will jump out and kill him anytime, anywhere!


    That vicious woman!


    This incident led Johnson to never have the idea of getting a wife and having children. He couldn''t get through the level in his heart. He felt sorry for many people, including the Mr. kesma in front of him. Of course, he was also very grateful to Mr. kesma. On such an occasion, he did not kill himself, but forgave himself.


    But... He shook his head, "I can''t live without wine. I''m just an old alcoholic now. Mr. kesma, I can''t do anything."


    Mr. kesma hummed twice, "I''ve never considered asking you to do anything great. I just think you''ll die in the bottle one day if you drink like this. Anna didn''t kill you, the nobles didn''t kill you, and I didn''t kill you, but you died in such a meaningless thing. It''s better to say hello to me when you feel you''ve lived enough, and I''ll help you solve your pain."


    "What about now, Walter?"


    Johnson laughed a few times and said that he was finished, but he didn''t want to die. Even if he spent every day in a daze, he didn''t want to face death. He knew that his courage had been broken in that disaster. Maybe he never had any courage.


    The training place of the National Guard was just outside the town. It only took about 15 minutes to walk. As they walked, they talked about the latest situation.


    "Mennong has boundless scenery now. He wrote a letter to me some time ago, hoping to invite me to do things. I don''t like that guy very much. He always has a hypocritical momentum, but maybe it is because he is the most hypocritical person among us that he can get along so well." , Mr. kesma said a few words like complaining. At last, he sighed. At the beginning, so many people were almost dead. He thought that if someone would inherit the cause he did not complete, it might be someone else, but not the door farmer who was greedy for life and afraid of death.


    However, the fact was so wonderful that all the people he favored chose silence, and only mennon stood up. Of course, he was certainly not for great ideals and aspirations, but purely for power and interests. It was a villain who never hid himself. Mr. kesma first met this guy called mennon at a mule and horse market in an aristocratic territory Come on.


    Mennon didn''t know how to make the teeth of his mules and horses especially flat, but after two days of use, he would find that the horses that were like horses the previous two days were actually old guys, and a few of them were tired to death. So Mr. kesma became "friends" with mennon , everyone didn''t like mennon''s Philistines and cunning, but Mr. kesma knew they needed such a guy to take care of their finances.


    So that deal became the last deal of nongmen, and then he made a wise choice between death and obedience.


    Johnson paused when he heard the name. He hurriedly chased after Mr. kesma for two steps and followed him again. "Mennon? Isn''t he dead? I remember it was all a mess at that time, and then I heard that he was dead."


    Mr. kesma''s dry laughter was as harsh as metal friction. "He just pretended to be dead. He was more cunning than all of us. At least none of us thought of lying on the ground pretending to be dead." he paused, "Now he''s doing well and doesn''t want to be too conspicuous, so he''s going to find someone to push it to the table to carry the black pot for him. But these things have nothing to do with me."


    Sheriff Johnson''s lips moved. He wanted to say a dirty word to show his mood at this time, but he dared not say anything. If mennon found Mr. kesma, it would mean that the town would not be peaceful for long. Would he want to live in another place? Soon Sheriff Johnson gave up the idea, although there would be a trace of living with Mr. kesma Silk is dangerous, but after leaving Mr. kesma, he will face greater danger.


    While they were talking, they had left the town. The national guard post was outside the town. After some repair, they thought about it a little. Instead of calling the door directly, they turned over from the defective fence on one side. Mr. kesma wanted to see if these boys could use it and whether they were lazy. He would give these young people a generous salary every week, but He didn''t have time to watch, Sheriff Johnson was drunk every day, and the training could only rely on these boys.


    They took a sneak look at the barracks first. There was no one inside. The things were tidy, which was very good. Then they went to the playground. Before they came near, they heard someone whistling. Mr. kesma''s face suddenly became a little gloomy, and Johnson was almost going to cry.


    I don''t know which of the gods heard Johnson''s prayer. What frightened him didn''t happen. It turned out that two of the seven boys were fighting on the playground only in their underwear. Their fists were tightened only with bandages, not to protect the enemy, but to protect themselves. In close unarmed combat, fingers are easily injured, so they need to be tightened with bandages to protect finger joints and avoid finger fracture and dislocation during fist swing.


    The two young men were covered in oil sweat, and their strong bodies showed a bright visual impact. They were a little embarrassed, with black and blue faces, but they didn''t stop until Sheriff Johnson and Mr. kesma appeared in their sight.


    Mr. kesima glanced at them, let go of his steps and walked to the center of the field. He took a look at the seven silly boys. Each of them was black and blue. It seemed that it was not just the two men fighting, "why did they fight?". No one answered the question. They didn''t want to say, but they didn''t dare to say. They all eat Mr. kesma''s salary. Their days here are much more interesting than doing farm work, and they can also supplement their families.


    If they are sent back, they will laugh to death even if they are ridiculed by the people in the town, not to mention that there will be no such happy days in the future.


    Mr. kesma pointed to one of them, "if you don''t say anything, pack up your things and leave here immediately. I didn''t pay you to play, okay?"


    Under such pressure, the young man had to tell the reason. It turned out that they were not a conflict caused by contradictions. It was purely a practical battle. The initial idea might be to choose the best captain, but everyone was almost the same. Gradually, this selection method became a formal training every three days. Everyone felt that it was very useful and more practical than boring training.


    After checking the training results of each of them, Mr. kesma patted Sheriff Johnson on the shoulder. "Although you are just an old man who is drunk and dying every day, you have done well in these things." he said, looking at the young people, "pack up all your things, take your weapons and follow me. Now carry out the order!"


    Although the young people didn''t quite understand what they needed to do, they did as Mr. kesma asked. At the beginning of the selection, Mr. kesma had only one requirement and could seriously obey and implement the orders.


    The outside world is very new to these honest boys, especially when they heard that they were going to work in a big city like Orlando this time, they whistled excitedly, and Mr. kesma promised to give them three months'' salary in advance, Mr. kesma, who doesn''t usually meet, has become their favorite object.


    At this time, Mr. Bain of Orlando had just talked with a visiting guest for half an hour. After the guest left, he patted his cheek. He was a little tired all day, but there was no way. When implementing the license plate rules, we also encountered a little trouble. We will soon pass the supplementary provisions of urban road traffic regulations, and more people will come to consult.


    He picked up this morning''s newspaper, read the title and turned directly to the second page. At the top, he printed a title in bold bold - the goal of the Kadima party is locked in the mid-term election, and the situation may change subversively!


    He read it very carefully. The Kadima party recently put forward a new governance concept. They intend to introduce the federal universal welfare system to solve the problem that imperial citizens lose their labor force and can''t support themselves after aging. At the same time, they also intend to make breakthroughs in medical treatment and draw up plans to solve some medical funds for citizens.


    When he saw this, Mr. Bain frowned. Just when he saw "Mr. mennon, leader of the Progressive Party, claimed...", the knock on the door rang again.