Mr. Big eats potatoes

[Military Fiction] [Light System] [Slice of Life]
Back then, the fire service was still a branch of the military.
Countless dreaming youths clutching steel guns were assigned to the firefighting forces that only used water guns and cannons.
Fang Huai, a seasoned firefighter, has been reborn? Of course, he's out for money!
Returning home, he found that even the camouflage bags from the Armed Forces Department had been brought back.
......
In an interview.
Fang Huai points to the myriad of Military Merit Medals on his chest.
"Each Military Merit Medal represents a step of my progress."
The reporter nods, "I understand the thrill of being rewarded, I was a soldier too!"
Fang Huai laughs and shakes his head: "No, you really don't understand."
......
This is a story about a military unit, but also a story about life.

After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

It's still the Big Capital City with its grand open doors, waiting with open arms for you.


There's no room here for a bunch of wild men to set up camp as they please.


So, tonight we're not staying in tents, but in a hotel... no, a guesthouse...


This place can at best be considered an inn.


But for the soldiers, it's already like a palace.


While they were checking in, a green-haired hipster was tangled up at the counter with the owner over two lighters. But when he saw them approaching, he didn't want the lighters anymore and quickly went back to his room. In less than two minutes, a few small-time thugs came out from the same room and checked out.


Tonight, the owner of the BJ Shunyi Tiantian Hotel felt full of safety.


But in the palace of room 207, a voice was speaking very loudly and rudely.


Chapter 388: Monks Can Touch, But I Can't?