Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Today, Lance was the last to reach the assembly point.

Last night, it was really crazy.

Lance had a fight with Wen Yu all night, so Lance's spirits were very poor this morning. If it weren't for the helmet to block him, I'm afraid Lance's sluggish appearance would be directly criticized by the instructor when he assembled. .

At the assembly location, after the instructor gave a few instructions, the reserve soldiers were allowed to do the task by themselves.

The task of Lance and his teammates is to patrol the streets in the south and maintain law and order.

For this kind of task, Lance doesn’t care, but he cares a lot--

What day is today?

Why does he always feel that his teammates are evasive to him, sometimes they will gather together to talk, and every time he comes forward, the group of people will rush away and try to use other topics To divert attention.

"What the **** are you doing?"

Lance simply grabbed the captain by the collar, very mad.

Avoiding him in this way should be related to him.

Is it possible to discover his mermaid identity?

"Then what, Lance, what is your relationship with Wen Yu?"

The captain's eyes went up and down, he just didn't dare to look at Lance directly.

Under Lance's questioning, the captain handed Lance a book and motioned him to open it.

Lance glanced suspiciously at the bookcase--

Nothing special, all white.

Then he put down the hand holding the captain's collar, opened the book, and after a few glances, Lance took a breath.

Damn, this turned out to be a kind of genius and violent fandom.

No, who is the other protagonist?

Lance sighed and continued to open the book and read it, but the more he looked at it, the more he blushed—

How can you be a soldier with Wen Yu painting?

Also specially drew the uniforms of the reserve soldiers? !

Lance didn't dare to read the rest, so he threw away the book with anger.

"Then what, although Wen Yu is pretty good, but you have to figure out whether you like him or not."

The captain looked at Lance as if he was watching his younger brother's early love in the rebellious period, his eyes were particularly complicated.

"I don't like Wen Yu!"

Lance put his hands on his hips and vowed, "I won't like that arrogant, arrogant, hard-mouthed person!"

The captain blinked. He didn't understand how Lance reacted so strongly, and subconsciously asked Lance according to what Lance meant:

"Then who do you like?"

"I like Winsor!"

Lance angrily,

"Wencer and Wen Yu are not the same person, why should I like Wen Yu!"

Before Wen Yu admitted that he was his own vest, Lance decided to treat the two of them as two people in the future, let alone anyone!

After saying this as if taking an oath, Lance snorted, turned around and left.

%……%%&……

The captain looked at Lance's back and looked at each other.

Didn’t you say that they both kissed?

...

Today's task is a bit more difficult than the previous task, but it is still so boring.

Lance and his team went to see if there were any shops without a business license. If the shop owner didn't have one, he would warn him at the slightest level, and he would simply...not so much.

A group of reserve soldiers hugged each other and shivered.

The strong dragon does not crush the ground snake, and the situation of the reserve soldiers here explains this sentence well.

Please, this is District 25. There are so many bad guys. Everyone has long been accustomed to being one of their own.

What kind of business license, the things sold in the store are not necessarily approved by the alliance. Having an expired business license is already considered to be on the face of the alliance.

A group of reserve soldiers couldn't figure out the situation and had to check the business license, which offended a group of people at once.

"Tsk tusk, what are you doing all around here?"

Suddenly a killer with green hair emerged from the crowd. He squeezed into the crowd with a net bag in one hand. Finally, he finally squeezed to the forefront. When he saw the group of reserve soldiers in the middle of the crowd, his face suddenly became pale. Whenever I change, I want to go back.

Lance saw Killing Matt at a glance. At this time, he could not control so much. Anyway, he just rushed forward, holding Killing Matt's legs, and raised his head and shouted:

"brother!"

Anyway, there is no pressure for him to recognize people as "brother".

Maybe this "brother" could save everyone in the sea of ​​suffering, and Lance must have grasped this and straw.

Unexpectedly, just to join in the fun, Kill Matt was suddenly hugged by Lance's thigh, his face turned green.

Both eyes burst out with a "dead" light, trying to force Lance back with his sight.

But Lance was unmoved, he raised his head, and smiled particularly well at Killing Matt.

Then Lance sat down on Kill Matt’s shoes, avoiding Kill Matt to escape.

Kill Matt was distorted by the weight of his feet. He just wanted to smash Lance's face with a net bag, but when Lance lifted his helmet, he hugged Kill Matt's legs pitifully:

"Brother, I'm back to see you! Don't want me!"

Killing Matt felt that the thigh he was holding by Lance was painful at the base of his leg.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth at Lance:

"I'm not your brother."

"Don't abandon me, brother."

Lance swears that he is using his best acting skills. He raised his head and looked at Killing Matt with blue eyes, as innocent as he is.

"I am a reserve soldier, also to make money to support my family... Our identity chip also confirms our relationship! Brother!!!"

The last two words are loud and sound.

Although District 25 is poor, it is because of poverty that people here pay more attention to unity.

In the eyes of people here, no matter what the world is, the family is the most important, because the family can not only support you outside, but also give the only warmth in the world.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Because Lance’s face was too confusing, the crowd surrounding the reserve soldiers began to whisper, and some even began to persuade Matt to kill:

"Aren't you talking about your brother all the time? Your brother is back now. Just give him a good lecture, don't deny him."

"correct."

Lance hurriedly made up for a killer, "Brother, I still send money to home every year."

"you!"

Killing Matt touched his face, he especially wanted to sue Lance now.

"All you send money, I said Wright, why don't you do anything, and you still have money to eat, it turned out that it was my brother who sent the money."

Some people in the crowd can't stand it anymore,

"Your brother is a little stupid, but he is responsible for being an older brother."

After speaking, the man glanced at Lance with pity, and said:

"With such a weak physique, I don't know if I can survive this conscription."

In both words, they want to kill Matt and cherish "Lance".

Is he a weak ball?

Killing Matt tickles his teeth when he thinks of yesterday.

At first he thought Lance was a weak chicken, and although he didn’t dare to kill Matt himself as one of the best in the league, he was still ranked in the top 20 as a killer in the 25th district. As a result, he just wanted to take it yesterday. He picked up a knife and scratched a person's neck, but Lance snatched the knife.

It's nothing more than grabbing a weapon, but killing Matt didn't expect that he would be put back by Lance--

Lance pressed him under him, then broke his thigh and said something to stretch him.

Pull the ass.

Killing Matt recalled the scene yesterday. His thighs are still aching, and until now, killing Matt is still limping while walking.

"Okay, my dear'brother', let's go!"

Killing Matt couldn't bear it, he couldn't do anything anyway, so he had to pull Lance's collar angrily to make him stand up.

When the crowd saw that there were people from their own district claiming, they didn't continue to entangle them, and gradually dispersed.

After the crowd dispersed, Kill Matt also understood that he was being used by Lance.

He didn't get annoyed, just glared at Lance and prepared to leave.

It turned out that Lance followed when he moved.

"What are you doing?"

Unhappy to kill Matt, he turned around and glared at Lance.

Lance tilted his head and didn't answer the question of killing Matt first. He turned to the captain behind him and said:

"I'm chatting with my brother, so let's go patrolling another street first."

"but……"

The team leader was a little worried, they just saw the sturdy people here.

What if Lance is sold by someone here?

"It's okay. If we continue to patrol this street, we don't have enough time, and we may not be able to go back and gather as planned."

Lance persuaded,

"Everyone doesn't want to be punished."

The captain groaned for a moment and nodded:

"Call me on a pager if you have something."

After that, he and the others hurried to patrol another street.

"What are you doing with me?"

After killing Matt and watching the rest of the patrol team leave, he asked Lance angrily.

"Didn't you tell you everything you should have told you yesterday?"

Although Lance's act of pressing his thigh and breaking the tendon with one hand is very awkward, but I have to admit that it is particularly useful in information collection.

After opening the thigh for a while, killing Matt burst into tears. Whatever Lance asked, he answered whatever.

Therefore, Michael tried his best to hide his identity, which was ruthlessly cracked by Lance using the most primitive method.

"I'm curious."

Lance followed behind the killing of Matt, following at the same time, like a duckling attached to killing Matt,

"You are really contradictory."

According to Kill Matt himself, he extorted a lot of money from Michael, but if he really took a lot of money like Kill Matt said, then why kill Matt without taking the money and leave here by himself , Or improve your living environment better?

At least it is possible to find someone with money and change a house.

The house where Kill Matt lives is really terrible now.

"You can control it!"

Killing Matt fiercely, he turned around, relying on the height of a head higher than Lance, contemptuously,

"You are following me, I will kill you."

Lance: "..."

Weak chicken.

Lance was about to start taunting, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something not far away.

what is that?

After thinking for a few seconds, Lance heard some noises in his ears, and his face changed suddenly, pulling Kill Matt to an abandoned cart next to him——

"boom"

At the moment when Lance and Shamat fell behind the cart, a wooden handle on the cart was suddenly blown up.

"Fuck."

Killing Matt was still confused at first, but as soon as he heard the gunshots, he knew his situation in a second.

"Someone is sniping me???"

After a shot was fired, the whole street was in chaos, and the people on the street rushed to each other, screaming away from here.

I don’t know if it’s because there are people seeking revenge like this every day in District 25. People here are used to this kind of sudden "assassination". Although the streets are chaotic, within a short while, the entire street is clean and there are no passersby.

Should they be said to be orderly?

Lance looked stunned.

"Fuck, he actually wants to kill me."

It's not stupid to kill Matt. He hides behind the cart. After thinking about it for a moment, he knows that Michael sent the killer to kill him.

As for the reason, it is likely that Michael knew that killing Matt failed to kill Lance yesterday.

"He finally killed me."

Kill Matt sneered, he untied the net bag in his hand and took out a small hand/gun from it.

Lance looked at Killing Matt silently and asked:

"You didn't intend to buy a pistol at first, and then use this pistol/gun to kill me?"

This is embarrassing.

Killing Matt gave a light cough, he turned around and looked out, trying to divert his attention:

"Oh, they're here."

Although a bit unkind, when Killing Matt bought a gun today, he really planned to do so.

Kill Matt thought, since he can't kill Lance with cold weapons, he should use a gun.

No matter how good Lance's fists are, he can't resist bullets.

The only problem now is that in today's situation, Killing Matt has to use the gun elsewhere to protect himself.

That shot failed to solve Matt.

The killer fired a few more shots, but because there was a pallet in front as a cover, those shots were not painful to kill Matt.

If you want to shoot and kill Matt, you must get out of the back of the cart with a twitch of his mind.

But this is basically impossible.

Seeing that a few shots couldn't solve the killing of Matt, the assassin was a little impatient. He walked out of the hiding place and tried to walk in the direction of the cart.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like a novice."

Killing Matt looked at the killer just walking forward, and couldn't help despising him.

Lance stabs Matt in the back secretly:

"Then what, there are actually two more."

There are two other people who are outflanking from the side.

Kill Matt: "..."

Ten minutes later, there were gunshots in the whole street one after another.

Killing Matt turned around and fired/shot while dragging Lance to flee madly.

During the escape, Lance was puzzled:

"Wait a minute, they are targeting you, why should I run?"

"Humph!"

Killing Matt endured the pain in his leg while leading Lance to run around in the alley.

Bringing Lance was a subconscious behavior, and he didn't know why he had to drag Lance to escape.

The direction the two men fled was the barracks.

District 25 is too chaotic, and assassinations happen from time to time. If you want to get rid of the assassination, you can only run to the barracks.

The closer you are to the barracks, the safer you are.

Now that Killing Matt brought Lance, a reserve soldier, was more like carrying a pass. According to Killing Matt's vision, he should run into the barracks, and then the people from the barracks would shoot and kill the killer who followed him.

But dreams are beautiful, and reality is cruel.

After running for a while, both of them had leg pain.

Really deserve to be a difficult brother.

Killing Matt is a cramp in the leg, and Lance is a mermaid's fragile leg, and it is not easy to support Lance to run for such a long time.

The two people looked at each other for a long while, and finally couldn't bear to kill Matt. He stopped, took two pieces of cloth from the clothesline next to him, put one on himself and one on Lance, and said:

"There is a black clinic next to me. I pretend to be a patient, and you help me in."

"Then... what if the killer chases in?"

Lance took off his helmet, he asked curiously while wrapping himself in the cloth, turning himself into a beggar.

"Don't worry, anyone here can offend, but you can't offend the doctor."

Kill Matt raised his head and glanced at the clinic in front of him, his eyes complicated.

Is this the morality of the world?

Lance thought it was very interesting, but since this could get rid of the hunt, he was also willing to help.

So Lance helped to kill Matt with difficulty and walked towards the door of the clinic.

The entrance of the black clinic is very narrow. If it weren't for a cloth with a red cross hung in front, no one would have thought that this is a clinic.

Lance helped kill Matt and walked in for a few steps, and two big men walked towards him.

Two big guys almost twice the size of Lance stepped forward. The muscles on their chests were bulging, and their eyes were as big as copper bells. They seemed to be able to smash Lance's head with one punch.

Lance looked at the two real "door gods" in front of him, and couldn't help but shiver, and said weakly:

"My brother hurts his leg."

Killing Matt immediately plays the upper body:

"Ohhhhhhh, let's forget my brother, let me die at home like this, the money saved, you go and eat something delicious...you are still growing up."

Lance: "..."

He has grown up, thank you.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he really has grown up and won't continue to grow taller, thank you.

In the eyes of the two big guys, Lance's hesitant to speak, turned into "this poor little brother wants to comfort his brother, but he doesn't know what to say, so he can only cry."

The momentum of the two big guys eased down, and one of the big guys who braided his beard also bent down specially and touched Lance's head:

"Dr. Li came to see the doctor today. No money is needed. You can take your brother in as soon as possible."

Lance blushed with his big hand, which was almost rounded with the palm of his head, and finally suffocated the two words "Thank you", and then helped Kill Matt walk inside.

Killing Matt suffocated, he also deliberately pressed most of his body's weight on Lance.

"I warn you, don't get too far."

Under the cover of rags, Lance twisted the meat on Matt's waist and turned vigorously.

Killing Matt made a grin in pain, and it looked like he was getting sicker.

"The two brothers have a very good relationship."

After watching Lance go inside, the two big men looked at the backs of the "two brothers" supporting each other and sighed.

"I wish I had such a younger brother."

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps, and a killer walked in grandiosely, holding a gun, and pointed the gun at one of the big men's head as soon as he came in, and asked aggressively:

"Have you seen two people coming in, one tall and one short?"

The two big men looked at each other and turned around, then one of them muffled and said:

"This is the clinic."

"I don't care about clinics or clinics."

The assassin dismissed it. He looked at the bulging muscles of the two men in front of him and was not afraid. He directly took out another gun from his waist and aimed it at the other man's forehead.

"Get out of the way, or I will let your heads bloom."

However, in the next second, the muzzle of the black hole in all directions directly against the killer's head in all directions.

Ten or eight big men also emerged.

The kind that can directly shake the chest muscles.

Killer: "..."

Eighteen big men surrounded the killer in a circle, the circle was getting smaller and smaller, and some people grabbed two guns from the killer.

The killer stood in a circle of big guys, facing his chest muscles, shivering, weak, pitiful and helpless:

"That, it's all misunderstandings, misunderstandings."