Chapter 182： : Do you still have dreams?

"Asshole! Do you want to explain? Falk, how do you explain, how do you ask me to report to the above? Get out."

Kurt came out of the leader's office with a pale face, leaned against the wall a little slumped, and let out a long breath. This elderly female boss seemed to have reached menopause, and vented her misfortune in night life on the On his head, **** it.

"Hey man, it looks like you're thinking about life?"

A teasing mocking sound sounded, Kurt looked up, and saw a blond man in a jacket standing diagonally opposite, holding a can of Coke in his hand, leaning on his legs crossed, "Do you want to Have some Pepsi." Pepsi is the best drink!

"This thing is easy to kill if you drink too much. How long has it been since you looked in the mirror? Ken."

"What's the meaning?"

"Your face is as ugly as the witch in it." Kurt said, with his right hand on his waist, imitating God in it, and lowered his voice, "You bastard, idiot, disgusting"

puff…

Ken couldn't help but spit out the Coke in his mouth, his face flushed from choking, "cough cough cough...damn...damn, do you want to laugh me to death?" He looked at There was a puddle of water under my feet, and I rubbed it with the soles of my feet, walked to Kurt, and looked carefully at the office next door, "I heard that something happened to your staff?"

It's no secret either.

After all, the Eastern European Affairs Office is the only group investigating Ukraine, and this time they have lost several ICPOs, which is quite a blow. Even the most terrifying North American region does not have such a large amount of consumption.

"Yeah." Kurt responded.

"I remember that you are investigating an arms smuggling case. Is that person so dangerous?" Ken frowned and asked Kurt. He found that the corners of his partner's eyes were twitching and his pupils were shrinking. …Fear?

ha?

Kurt is cowarding?

This is not at all like the "rhinoceros" I know.

Just when Ken was about to continue asking, the door behind him was opened, and the "witch" they were talking about showed a face and frowned, "What are you doing? Are you so free? Gentlemen!"

"No, no, no, we're just discussing the case, let's go." Kurt's face changed, and his feet seemed to be oiled, and he ran quickly, but the speed was slow, and he was stopped when he was about to leave , "Come here and do something for me."

"Ah I…"

"Come here!" The female boss frowned and increased her voice. Ken had no choice but to enter the office. After a while, there was a scream from inside.

Who the **** knows what's going on in there?

Kurt, who ran out of the building, took a deep breath, found a clean step, sat down, and smoked a cigarette.

He is really afraid of death!

That man is horrible.

Perhaps he also participated in ICPO for his so-called dream, and he also hoped for world peace, but when his comrades fell one by one, his mind was really shaken, what was it for?

honor? Reward? or dream?

Kurt has never felt so confused. He looked at the blue sky, which was gradually covered by dark clouds. Amidst the lightning and thunder, there was a faint thunderstorm about to water the earth.

Wow...

In the next second, the downpour seemed to be pouring down, and all the pedestrians on the street trotted away.

Kurt sitting on the steps is like a sculpture, the cigarette **** in his hand has been knocked out, wet and soulless, his head drooping weakly, rainwater flows down from his eye sockets and into his mouth, salty With a bit of astringency, I couldn't help recalling it in my mind.

"Kurt! What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to be a policeman." The childish man shouted with a toy gun in his hand, "I want to catch bad guys, and I want to make it impossible for there to be bad guys in this world."

"Then you have to work hard, this is very bitter, a man can't cry."

"Um!"

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"Kurt, you must take care of yourself!" The father on the hospital bed looked at him dying, holding his hand tightly, his eyes gleaming on his bony cheeks, "You, you haven't Forget about your dreams."

"Father, I..." he mustered up his courage, "I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Snapped!

As soon as this sentence was finished, I received a slap on the face. It was not heavy, but it hurt very much. My father looked at him with glare, "cough cough cough, you just gave up like this? You, admit yourself Did it fail?"

"I'm afraid of death!" Kurt closed his eyes and boldly shouted this sentence. At that time, he was really scared when he saw his comrade-in-arms lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes. The latter child, who was only seven or eight years old, was crying bitterly while hugging the corpse in the funeral parlor. The man who made himself laugh stood up, but this became a luxury.

Kurt didn't want his wife and children to cry while hugging the meager pension and the tombstone, and then at the funeral, those so-called people in power would hypocritically say: "They are heroes!"

Falk!

He just wants to live.

…

The heavy rain beat him so much that he couldn't lift his eyelids, his hands were hanging on his knees, and the cigarette fell off as soon as he let go of his fingers.

Not being a police officer.

pat...

Suddenly at this moment, a father and son running in the heavy rain suddenly fell to the ground. The child who was only seven or eight years old was thrown a little far away, and the fall was not light. Seeing this, Kurt ran over and threw the child in the pool. hugged the child, and asked subconsciously, "Are you injured? How is it?" First post https://https://

The child had a thick head and a thick head, covered his hands, pouted his mouth, and sniffled his nose, "I can't cry, I can't cry."

And the father who was in the end also stood up quickly, looked at his son worriedly, and was relieved when he found that he was fine.

"Uh, do you need me to take you back? Sir." Standing aside, Kurt didn't know why he suddenly asked for the invitation. He regretted it after he finished speaking, but the other party looked at him expectantly and crawled along the pole. "Is it really possible? Thank you very much, we are just ahead on Mistra Street."

Now that I have said it Kurt can only drive the other party up, and find a towel in the car for them to wipe their bodies, and turn on the air conditioner to make it warmer. There are not many roads on this street, so Three or four minutes later, the father thanked him and was about to get out of the car. Suddenly, the child in his arms threw an object that was only a few inches away, smiling all over his face, "Thank you, uncle."

There are dimples in that smile, which is really intoxicating. The new 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

When the father and son got out of the car, Kurt looked at the thing in his hand. It turned out to be a small doll of Superman with an English sentence written on it: "blockthedarkness, I block the darkness!".

He was stunned, looking at the toy in his hand, the smile of a child was reflected in the superman.

Suddenly feel very satisfied.

A thank you shocked Kurt's heart. He still remembered that a group of people in the school shouted oaths, their lips moved slightly, and they said, "I will dedicate all my strength to the light, and I will In God's watchful eye, always do what pleases him."

Maybe, the world is full of darkness.

But if they choose to give up like themselves, then the darkness will erode the light, and the child's laughter... gradually becomes colder.

Doesn't he exist to make the light always bright and the smile always sweet?

The dream may not be world peace, but...

I want to protect the light that belongs to me until death.

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