The old man of the Special Forces is Wolverine

Small village, desolate environment.

There were no blades of grass on the ground, no leaves on the trees, not even the tender bark. These things were all snatched up by these hungry people and brought back to fill their hunger.

Moss is already a luxury, let alone vegetables and meat.

The poppy harvest will be lost on the first day of their arrival, partly because there are so few of them, and secondly because these people have the opportunity to splurge on them so many times a year.

If they were retained, they would probably be exploited again by their rulers.

So, these people are forever repeating the daily life of hunger and fear of weakness.

They are illiterate, and they do not have the concept of democracy in their minds. They know only one thing: life. They want to live, to live comfortably, which is human instinct.

Amin was one of the few literate people in the village and had a little idea. Unfortunately, his idea simply could not be realized. The people around them were stupid peasants who were skinny to the bone, and although they were agitated, they had no strength and no weapons, so what could they expect?

Chen Hao walked in the village, his mind unconsciously accepting the spirit emitted by these people.

Hunger is the main theme, then madness, and all kinds of inexplicable strange emotions: chaos, rage, timidity…

And hope.

The hope that drug dealers brought them even overwhelmed hunger and became their most important idea now.

Is it their fault for growing poppies? No.

Is it their fault for longing to escape? No.

Is it their fault for being distraught? No.

From their standpoint, they didn’t make any mistakes. They want to live, they are human beings and naturally don’t want to die. So they’re struggling.

But what they did clearly endangered China and the world.

So which side is responsible?

Is this clear?

Chen Hao did not know that he originally thought that it was “Lang Qing’s” fault, but later found out that “Lang Qing” was also one of the victims of drugs.

In this place, there is no right or wrong.

I don’t want to die.

Cruel, chaotic, unavoidable laws.

The best interpretation of the law of the jungle.

Chen Hao stood in front of the dilapidated house and looked at the desolate small village in front of him.

“What a weak sin.”

Yes, the reason for it all is that ———— these people are weak.

They have no power, they can’t resist, and they don’t have a voice. So they can only repeat the oppressed life. There is no difference between human society and animal society, the strong are born and the weak die.

So these weak people are eager to resist, and the far sellers are their springboard.

“Am I the weak or the strong?” Chen Hao asked himself.

The weak, now he is still the weak.

He could not resist the rules, and he did not dare to rebel against the rules.

Society is always constant, Chen Hao lives under society, bound by society, bound by law. Only now does he find that what binds him is not the “bottom line” in his heart, but the “legal rules” that are imperceptibly engraved in his heart.

He is bound by the system, which in fact is the medium through which he becomes stronger.

After all, I am not strong enough.

Tianyue said that he did not have a strong heart, so what is the heart of a strong person?

Maybe that’s what he’s thinking.

It was getting dark, and Chen Hao returned to his small dilapidated house. There were no lamps because I couldn’t afford kerosene. Fortunately, Chen Hao could also see everything clearly in the night.

A simple wooden bed of unknown hay covered with a piece of cloth. A small table, crooked, looked like homemade. In addition to this, there is a small iron chest, and several unknown agricultural tools leaning against the wall.

That’s all there is to it.

Chen Hao touched his body, took out a key, unscrewed the old lock on the box, and opened the small box.

A few sackcloth shirts, no odor. As well as a few scattered pieces of silver, what remained was a cloth bag made of scattered rags, folded very carefully, and it was obvious that the owner attached importance to it.

Obviously, that is what the people here see as the “harvest” of life.

Night falls.

There was only one small hole in the earthen house for ventilation, and the rest was dark, and the sky this night had no moon or stars, and the whole mountain range was black.

The village was silent, and there was no anger.

Chen Hao stood in the darkness, the sackcloth clothes on his body had been changed, the trench coat was put back on his body, Yu Lingslash held it in his right hand, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling the rich ————

Malicious.

Come here in the sky, the malice of the mountains.

Spreading silently from the air, it was the smell of sin and blood, with the smell of madness and madness.

Footsteps.

From the mountain road.

Small, but with a thick malicious footsteps.

“Sure enough.” Chen Hao opened his eyes, and there was no wave in the dark pupils.

“Can’t get it yourself, and don’t want others to get it?” Sure enough, it is an extreme approach. ”

Naturally, the people in this village could not have a heart, and it was obvious that someone had gone to find “Lang Qing” to inform.

Quack————

Chen Hao pushed open the door, walked out of the hut, and disappeared into the darkness.

Halfway up the mountain, a group of people and horses walked in silence. They carried machetes on their backs, various stray guns in their hands, and several men led wolfhounds.

At this moment, a thin figure ran out of the house, quickly ran to the front of the team, and was led to a man by several people with their arms between their arms.

“All of them?” The man said flirtatiously. “Yes! Right! All in all! The man said busily.

“You’re doing a good job.” The man said satisfactorily. The man also smiled.

“Well done, eh.” The man gestured to the person next to him. A man came over, directly covered the man’s mouth, and put a knife in his neck.

The man’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe that the messenger himself would die.

“Oh, stupid. If you eat the waste inside and outside like this, you don’t want it to give it to me. The man said dismissively, beckoned, and the people in the team casually threw the man aside and checked their guns.

“Move faster, I’ll go back to sleep.”

The thin man fell to the ground, blood flowing down the wound in his neck, constantly taking away the heat and strength in his body.

His eyes widened, filled with reluctance, remorse, and a hint of resentment.

This person’s face, Chen Hao could see clearly in the darkness.

The man who encouraged people to go to China, Xia Amin.

“Poor and humble man.” Chen Hao stood on the tall tree, sighing silently. “Should I be dissatisfied with the remuneration of Yuanshan Town?” I really underestimated you. ”

His body jumped out of the tree in vain, like a muscular bat, and disappeared silently into the woods. _

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