The number of customers in the bar gradually increased, and the owner, Wang Jun, also came out to say hello to some regular customers.

Maybe it was a hangover and didn't wake up, Wang Jun staggered to the bar, sat on a chair, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Xiao Mu, quickly bring me a soul wine, damn it, I have a terrible headache." ”

"You still drink like this when you're old, who has a headache if you don't have a headache?" Mo Ziqing on the side frowned and complained softly.

"What do you know about this bitch, Lao Tzu is not drinking, it's his mother's feelings!" Wang Jun took a cup of Changdao iced tea handed by Mu Chen, poured two mouthfuls with his neck tilted, and chewed a few pieces of ice in his mouth.

"Brother Dajun, what Sister Ziqing said makes sense, drink less if you can." Mu Chen also persuaded on the side.

For Wang Jun, Mu Chen admires him from the bottom of his heart, don't look at him now drunk and decadent, few people know that this vulgar and short-tempered old brother is a real combat hero.

As the first batch of combatants to land on Titan, the camp under his feet was brought down little by little by Wang Jun's Marine Corps with real guns.

You must know that in the early days of the development of Titan, the situation was much worse than it is now, without the protection of the camp's protective ion shield, the marines could only rely on all-terrain infantry vehicles to resist the attack of alien species.

It can be said that every inch of land under their feet flows with their blood.

When the battle gradually subsided, and the follow-up troops arrived one after another, only Wang Jun was left in the entire Marine Corps, and the sturdy D-class combat mecha was scarred, and Wang Jun in the mecha was also covered in bruises, and there was not an inch of good meat on his body.

The medical team overstepped the level and used the B-class repair chamber to barely save his life, but the injuries were still too severe and he could no longer manipulate the combat mecha to fight.

As a last resort, Wang Jun had no choice but to retire, refused high-paying offers from many institutions, and stayed in the camp to open this small bar.

In Wang Jun's words, "Lao Tzu has fought enough battles for a lifetime at one time, and it is time for Lao Tzu to enjoy life." ”

But Mu Chen knew that this was not the case, many times Mu Chen saw Wang Jun sitting alone in the corner, drinking glass after glass, looking at the crowd on the dance floor without focus, as if he was remembering something.

Maybe he's paying tribute to his sacrificial teammates in this way.

Mu Chen remembered a sentence he had seen before, the best fate of a soldier is to be killed by the last bullet in the last battle.

Seeing Wang Jun in the bar, he really understood the meaning of this sentence.

A real soldier belongs to the battlefield, and the veterans who leave the battlefield are only left with endless memories and loneliness, what honor and halo are so pale and powerless compared to those comrades who died on the battlefield.

"Okay, you doll knows something! The most boring thing is you. Wang Jun glanced at Mu Chen with disgust, even if Mu Chen was very satisfied with him in all aspects, but Wang Jun just couldn't stand Mu Chen's good temper at all times.

I've known each other for almost 3 years, and I've only seen him do it with someone once, or because a drunkard drank too much and made fun of his sister, but it's a pity that he passed on his martial arts to him.

Mu Chen didn't bother to explain, being brave and ruthless is not his style, as long as he doesn't touch his family, some innocuous jokes are still good to laugh at.

"Your tepid temperament is really unbearable, you are blind with such a good physical fitness, I am angry when I look at you!" Wang Jun glared at Mu Chen with hatred, and Mo Ziqing, who hugged him, staggered towards a regular customer.

I have to say that although Wang Jun has retired, his muscles still haven't disappeared, and Mu Chen, who has learned some fighting skills from him, clearly knows how terrifying the explosive power of this muscle is, if it weren't for the lack of endurance caused by serious injuries, this man would definitely have become an A-class fighter.

And Mo Ziqing is coquettish to the bone, and her gestures are all amorous, and the two of them really have a feeling of beauty and beast standing together.

Taking advantage of the gap between bartending, Mu Chen also made a glass of Monkale for himself, the spicy drink with the coolness of mint made him more focused, the bar had more and more customers, and he had to work harder to do a good job.

"Slow down." Mu Chen offered a glass of ale to a guest at the bar and said casually.

"Little brother, wait." The guest called Mu Chen, obviously there was something else.

"What else is needed?" Mu Chen said quietly, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Seeing that the other party was dressed in a delicate combat uniform and carrying a D-class falcon sniper rifle on his back, it was estimated that he was another bounty hunter who inquired about information.

This kind of bounty hunter is Mu Chen's favorite customer, and as long as he can provide useful information, he can get a lot of money.

It's also a deal that is approved by Bar Street, and as long as it doesn't involve sensitive issues, it won't be a hassle.

"I'll ask you something." The bounty hunter said mysteriously, his eyes still vigilantly looking around.

Yo, it looks like it's still big business. Mu Chen looked at the other party's appearance and thought. "What's the matter?"

The bounty hunter clicked on the light brain on his wrist and brought up a holographic projection image, which showed a fierce bald head and a long centipede scar on his face, which was not a good person to deal with.

"Have you seen this person?" The bounty hunter whispered.

Mu Chen thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had not seen the person in the image, so he had to shake his head regretfully.

Although he didn't provide any useful information, the bounty hunter still left 50 Star Coins as a tip, nodded to Mu Chen, and left quickly.

Mu Chen was a little envious of the other party, the bounty hunter is really a high-income group, and the tip of 50 star coins is a rare amount of money.

Not to mention the light brain he carried in his hand, it also costs at least 100,000 star coins to buy, and he must have a citizen honor above the D level to have the right to use it, and the sniper rifle on his back has only been seen in the study warehouse, it is a civilian weapon, and its performance is naturally not as good as the laser gun issued by the army, but it is still expensive, and you don't have to think that you must not be able to afford it.

"I'm red-eyed, when can I have such a weapon." Mu Chen muttered to himself.

There is no man who doesn't like weapons, and Mu Chen is no exception.

It's a pity that there is no soldier in the whole family, and Mu Chen has never had the opportunity to contact real firearms, so he can only use the simulator in the learning warehouse to get by.

But the weapons generated by the simulator are virtual after all, and even if they are simulated, they are still quite different from real guns.

Just like the mecha operation in the virtual game, no matter how good the game is, it is useless, and you may not be able to walk in the real mecha.

Fortunately, there are all these things in the military academy, and sooner or later I will be able to have a good time.