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 wetsuit was highly elastic and snug once worn; clothing had to be worn underneath, either a stingray suit or swimsuit and trunks, comfortable and light to prevent any embarrassing exposure.


They weren't particular about it; they just wore physical fitness shorts, pulled on their wet suits, put on their gear, opened the oxygen, grabbed the diving lamps, gestured an "OK" to each other, and then they entered the water.


Each reached the side of a kayak, tied a long safety rope to it, then looped the safety rope around their waists and began live bait rescue.


Within just one minute, Fang Huai realized that it wouldn't be so easy.


Dragging a body out of the river was not the same as snorkeling by the sea.


Fang Huai had only tried to descend five or six meters when the water surface above became blurry; looking up from underwater it seemed very dim, and felt incredibly distant.


Chapter 419: A Whirlpool?_4