Chapter 182: Do You Still Have Dreams?
"Bastard! Do you want to explain? Fack, how do you explain, how do you ask me to report back to the top? Get out. ā
Kurt walked out of the leader's office with a pale face, leaned against the wall a little dejectedly, and let out a long sigh, this elderly female boss was like a menopause, venting the misfortune of her night life on his head, it was really damned.
"Hey, man, looks like you're thinking about life?"
A teasing taunt sounded, and Kurt looked up and saw a blond, blue-eyed, jacket-shirted man standing diagonally opposite, holding a can of Coke in his hand, leaning against his legs crossed, "Do you want some Pepsi?" (Pepsi is the best!!) ļ¼
"This thing is easy to kill sperm if you drink too much, how long have you not looked in the mirror? Willing. ā
"What do you mean?"
"Your face is as ugly as the Thewitch inside." Kurt said, still with his right hand on his waist, learning the God inside, and lowered his voice, "You bastard, idiot, hate~"
Burst...
Ken couldn't help but squirt out the coke in his mouth directly, and his face was flushed with choking, "Ahem, cough... Should... Damn, do you want to laugh at me? He looked at the puddle of water under his feet, then rubbed the soles of his feet, walked to Kurt's side, and cautiously glanced at the office next door, "I heard, something happened to your people?" ā
It's no secret either.
After all, the Office of Eastern European Affairs, the investigation of the Ukrainian side is only their group, and this time the loss of several ICPOs is still quite a blow, and even the most terrifying North America does not have such a large consumption.
"Hmm." Kurt answered.
"I remember you're tracking down an arms smuggling case, is that person so dangerous?" Ken frowned and asked, and looked at Kurt, he found that the corners of his partner's eyes were twitching, and his pupils were constricting, this is... Afraid?
Ha?
Kurt is cowardly?
This is not at all like the "rhinoceros" I know.
Just as Ken was about to continue asking, the door behind him was opened, and the "witch" in their mouth showed a face and frowned, "What are you doing?" So idle? Gentlemen! ā
"No, no, no, we're just discussing the case, let's go." Kurt's face changed, the soles of his feet seemed to be smeared with oil, and he hurriedly ran, which was slow, and he was just about to leave, but he was stopped, "Come here, help me do something." ā
"Ahh I..."
"Come here!" The female boss frowned and accentuated her voice, and in desperation, she had no choice but to enter the office, and after a while, there was a scream inside.
Who knows what to do in there?
Kurt, who ran out of the building, took a deep breath of air, found a relatively clean step, sat down, and smoked a cigarette.
He's really scared to death!
That man, it's terrifying.
Maybe he also once participated in the ICPO for the so-called dream, and he also hoped for world peace, but when his comrades-in-arms fell, his mind really shook, what was it for?
Honor? Reward? Or is it a dream?
Kurt had never felt so lost, he looked at the blue sky, which was gradually covered by dark clouds, and in the lightning and thunder, there was a faint thunderstorm about to water the earth.
Wow...
The next second, the downpour seemed to pour down, and all the pedestrians on the street trotted away.
Kurt sitting on the steps was like a sculpture, the cigarette butt in his hand was also extinguished, wet and soulless, his head drooped weakly, the rain ran down from his eye sockets and into his mouth, salty and salty with a little astringency, and he couldn't help but recall it in his mind.
"Kurt! What do you want to do when you grow up? ā
"I'm going to be a police officer." Immature, he held a toy gun in his hand and shouted, "I want to catch the bad guys, I want to make it impossible for this world to have bad guys." ā
"Then you have to come on, it's very bitter, a man can't cry."
"Hmm!"
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"Kuhl... Specially, you must take care of yourself! His father on the hospital bed looked at him dying, holding his hand tightly, his eyes glowing on his bony cheeks, "You, you haven't forgotten your dream." ā
"Father, Iā" he plucked up his courage, "I don't want to be a police officer anymore." ā
Syllable!
As soon as he finished saying this, he received a slap on the face, not heavy, but it hurt a lot, and his father seemed to return to his eyes, staring at him, "Ahem, cough, you just gave up?" Have you admitted your failure? ā
"I'm afraid of death!" Kurt closed his eyes and dared to utter the words. At that time, he was really scared when he saw his comrade-in-arms lying in a pool of blood, and the latter, who was only seven or eight years old, was crying bitterly in the funeral parlor holding the corpse, just wanting the man who used to make him laugh after work to stand up, but this became a luxury.
Kurt didn't want his wife and children to cry with the meager pension and the tombstone, and then at the funeral, the so-called people in power would say falsely: "They are heroes!" ā
Fack!
He just wants to live.
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The heavy rain knocked his eyelids up, his hands hung on his knees, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the cigarette fell off.
Not the police anymore.
Smack...
Suddenly, at this moment, a father and son who were running in the heavy rain suddenly fell to the ground, and the child who was only seven or eight years old was thrown a little far, and the fall was not light, Kurt saw this, and hurriedly ran over, picked up the child in the pool, and subconsciously asked, "Are you hurt?" What do you think? ā
The child looked like a tiger, covered his hands, pouted his mouth, and sniffled, "I can't cry, I can't cry." ā
And the father at the end quickly stood up, looked at his son worriedly, and found that he was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh, do you need me to send you back? Mr. Kurt, who was standing on the side, didn't know why he suddenly opened his mouth to invite, and regretted it when he finished speaking, but the other party looked at it with a hopeful face and climbed along the pole, "Is it really okay?" Thank you very much, we are right in front of Mistra Street. ā
Now that they have spoken, Kurt can only drive to pull the other party up, and also find a towel in the car for them to wipe their bodies, turn on the air conditioner, and warm it up, there are not many roads on this street, and it is only three or four minutes away, the father said thank you and was about to get out of the car, and the child in his arms threw a thing that was only a few inches over, smiling all over his face, "Thank you, uncle." ā
That smile with dimples in it was really intoxicating.
When the father and son got out of the car, Kurt looked at what he was holding, which turned out to be a small superman doll with an English sentence written on it: "blockthedarkness!" ļ¼āć
He was stunned, looking at the toy in his hand, and the child's smile was reflected in the superman.
Suddenly, I felt so satisfied.
A thank you shook Kurt's heart, and he remembered that a group of people in the school shouted the oath, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "I will give all my strength to the light, and I will always do what he pleases under God's gaze." ā
Perhaps, the world is full of darkness.
But if we all choose to give up, the darkness will erode the light, the laughter of children... Gradually cold.
Isn't he there to make the light always bright and the smile always sweet?
The dream may not be world peace, but...
I will guard the light that belongs to me until I die.
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