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?

The flames were exceptionally fierce, with the high-energy release from the oil fueling the fire, and the rising black smoke obscured the line of sight.


Moreover, through the black smoke, Fang Huai actually saw several figures in camouflage uniforms flitting about on the second floor.


Actually, Fang Huai could have quickly charged up there to catch them, since the oil fire was only burning in some areas at the moment, and the warehouse was so large that the gasoline prepared by Hu Peizhou wasn't enough to engulf it entirely. A mere dash of seven or eight steps would have taken him out of the oil-covered area.


But Fang Huai and his group were solving a puzzle, they could only play by the rules, and he was indeed taking it very seriously.


The first step, crossing the passageway covered with the burning oil, took about two minutes.


Once through, the entire space started to become clear.


Chapter 387 Everywhere are Traps