Chapter 150

The way home only took half an hour, very simple and fast.

Actually, it only takes five minutes. The main reason is that it was delayed for more than twenty minutes in the middle—in order to let Er Niu rest assured of the mobility and safety of the Little Niu Ma, Ji Jue decided to demonstrate it to her specially.

"Look, there is a traffic policeman in front... Let's go and overtake his car!"

"Look, I'll press the horn again."

"Look, he's anxious, he's anxious!"

In the rain and traffic along the way, the Little Niu Ma moved freely in and out of the traffic jam during the peak period, occasionally showing off the drifting and blade cornering learned from Brother Kunpeng some days ago.

It easily threw off all the vehicles chasing closely behind, disappeared into the intricate alleys of the North Mountain District, and became a terrifying legend like a little sheep that once sped to two hundred on the highway late at night.

When the car was parked, Lao Yao was the first to jump out of the car. He didn't stand firm, lay on the ground and vomited. Lu Ling, who was holding the seat belt and wouldn't let go, was already teary-eyed.

Pulling Ji Jue, she humbly pleaded: "Second Brother, if you go out to commit crimes in the future, remember to remove the advertisement of this Mainland Auto Repair Shop on the car, please."

Ji Jue patted her shoulder and comforted her earnestly: "Don't worry, as long as I drive fast enough, others won't be able to see clearly."

With such heavy rain, it's already good that others can see the car model clearly.

As for the camera?

All the cameras in the city are my people! What do you use to fight me?

"Our family are all law-abiding good citizens!" Lu Ling wiped her tears and sighed powerlessly.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right, if someone asks you, just say so!" Ji Jue nodded in approval, "Big Brother loves peace, Second Brother loves learning, we all have a bright future!"

Lu Ling was already speechless.

Just then, a small bread car stopped next to them. Lu Feng poked his head out from inside and examined Ji Jue's new ride: "Oh? Changed the car? Why is even the advertisement posted?"

Hearing this, the Little Niu Ma turned its tires unhappily and splashed water on his face, thanks to Lu Feng dodging quickly.

Lu Feng was already used to the strange things around Ji Jue. After patting the car skin, he clicked his tongue and sighed: "Why is the advertisement only posted on one side? Post it on the other side too!"

"Big Brother!" Lu Ling's fists hardened.

"It's okay to post our security company's too, remember to post it bigger, even the advertisement is saved!"

Lu Feng giggled and skillfully dodged Er Niu's fists, took the vegetables down, turned back and took two more bags from his car, all of which were cauliflower that Lao San and Lao Yao heard and changed color, making Lao Yao start to cry loudly.

"Why is it cauliflower again?!" Lu Ling couldn't stand it either.

"Hey, when I was installing cameras for a planting base, people gave it to me. It's a waste not to take it. Besides, doesn't it taste quite good? Pure natural ecology, it is said that even pesticides are not sprayed."

"You eat it yourself after you finish! And Second Brother also eats it!"

"What does it have to do with me!" Ji Jue was shocked.

"Count yourself unlucky!"

The angry Lu Ling took the vegetables and went up.

Under the turned-on warm lights, familiar sounds soon came from the kitchen, and the originally quiet little building became lively again.

Seeing that so much cauliflower was brought back again, Lu Ma was furious and pointed at Lu Feng for a scolding, and the two shrank their heads and ran to the balcony to hide for peace.

After Lu Feng changed his work clothes, wearing big shorts and a vest, he lay on the recliner smoking, skillfully picking his feet: "Hey, it's still comfortable in my own chair.

That old miser Laila, after earning so much money, can't bear to buy two chairs. Now everyone is still sitting on plastic stools."

"It seems that there are many things after the company opens."

Ji Jue leaned against the railing and laughed: "You are also busy in the blink of an eye, Er Niu said you are not annoying recently."

"Busy my ass!"

Lu Feng rolled his eyes: "Busy blindly all day, being directed by Laila to serve tea and water, just like a waiter."

After experiencing the last incident and considering it for a long time, Lu Feng finally couldn't resist Laila's warm invitation and joined the security company of retired veterans.

Relying on his past qualifications, plus Ji Jue's support, he directly occupied 20% of the dry shares, which can be considered a shareholder.

And all Ji Jue has to do is go over every few days to help maintain the equipment, and by the way, guest star as a metaphysics master to open light for the objects in line.

Just like this, one percent of those twenty percent of shares can be counted as his.

The brand of artisan is so hard, even if it is just an apprentice, it is equally hard. To be fair, even Ji Jue's willingness to get involved with such a newly opened small company is already for the sake of past friendship.

Moreover, this kind of thing can be considered mutual benefit.

Although Lu Feng cut off his past relationships after retiring, he didn't contact them at all and evaporated from the world among his old acquaintances. But Sister Laila can lead a group of old brothers to build such a framework and open up channels and paths, which is also capable—the share structure of the security company has capital injection from the Yacheng Veterans Club.

Even if it is only a symbolic one percent, it is also the endorsement of the Veterans Club for the security company's background.

——【This is one of our own】.

Just relying on this point is enough for this newly opened company to firmly occupy a chair at various relevant meetings in Yacheng and even Haizhou every year.

In Yacheng, there are thousands of club-type groups, not to mention tens of thousands, and even the sports car club of Chen Dashao and others is included. But if you really want to compare, if their broken sports car club is put on a scale, it can't even compare to a hair of the Veterans Club.

In Yacheng alone, there are more than 60,000 registered members, all of whom are federal retired soldiers, covering all military branches from army transport soldiers to airship maintenance teams, and the military ranks range from filler babies to colonels at the Haizhou garrison base, and there is even a retired general hanging a name... and the sponsors who have provided long-term financial support behind the scenes are simply many enterprises with military qualifications of Cosmic Heavy Industry.

Nominally, the Veterans Club is just a place like a mutual aid association for retired veterans' employment mutual aid, psychological treatment, and disability recuperation, but in fact, who the hell doesn't know that this is the military's vest in the folk!

Although it is extremely low-key and has no sense of existence on weekdays, in fact, if you really want to provoke it, the Viceroy will probably be afraid, and will be afraid that someone will climb up on the roof of the opposite side in his dreams... You say you are fine, why provoke them?

With such a certification of one of our own, the company will have the qualification to undertake outsourcing from the military department in the future, and it can be considered as sitting at the table.

Regardless of whether it can only support a small table next to the main table to eat leftovers, how many people outside are squatting in the corridor waiting for food.

Everyone is for making money, not shabby.

It's a pity that the qualifications are too shallow and the volume is too small. The whole company has more than forty people and seventy or eighty guns. It can't grab big jobs from the giant crocodiles, so it can only wait for opportunities to see if there are any low-risk jobs such as armed escort and security.

On weekdays, it can only rely on the daily business of the security company to make some money.

"Busy all day long, just installing cameras for people."

Lu Feng complained: "I ran all over Yacheng today and installed more than forty. Except for a few bags of cauliflower, I didn't even have a sip of water. It's not as good as repairing cars at home."

"At least it's not gnawing on the old!"

Ji Jue laughed: "Lu Ma also has face when talking to people. Her son opened a company and became the boss. Maybe the business will grow bigger in the future, and he will have to hold a position at home."

"I'll go to yours!" Lu Feng rolled his eyes and glanced over: "When it opened two days ago, Chen Xingzhou's younger brother also sent a flower basket. I just knew that the little fatty had such an older brother.

You guy, you did such a big thing without a sound."

He suddenly asked, "I heard that the speaker has changed recently, did you get involved?"

"A little bit."

"Oh, that seems to be a lot."

Lu Feng understood in seconds. Does he still not know this dog thing Ji Jue, who is used to being low-key and rarely in the limelight—everything is 70% out of 10%, 30% out of 70%, and 30% is directly none of my business.

"How is your physical condition recently?" Ji Jue suddenly changed the subject and asked without warning.

Lu Feng's expression was slightly startled, showing off his full biceps: "Can eat and sleep, eat everything fragrant, sleep everything good, what are you worried about?"

"That's good."

Ji Jue reached out and plucked the hair behind his neck, checking the metal structure covered by the hair—thumb-sized, as if it had grown together with flesh and blood, inconspicuous.

That is the spinal interface of the power armor.

No problem.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

According to Lu Feng himself, when he climbed from a filler baby to an airborne battalion, he once had a transformation surgery to cooperate with special power armor.

Even if many parts were removed after retirement, his spine and brain still have interfaces...

In a sense, Lu Feng is now half a state-owned asset, must live in the area designated by the military department, and must report every month.

And thanks to that surgery, his memory also has many blurs, and the memories of many key actions have been blocked, and he can't even think of them. In four years, only two and a half years have impressions.

However, Ji Jue checked quietly, and the blockade related to the Heart Pivot is actually not tight, just like a lead weight on an electronic scale, only playing a warning role.

But this warning is enough.

This thing is fine when it is there, but it is really fatal after it is removed.

Now that Lu Feng has retired, bid farewell to the past, why bother to be entangled?

Let the past be the past.

In the gradually heavy sound of rain, Ji Jue asked curiously: "Brother Feng, do you still feel regret when you think of the past now?"

"Don't know."

Lu Feng thought for a while and shrugged: "I suddenly said this, and I can't figure it out... But thinking about these things doesn't make sense, right? If you really want to care about your brother, don't just move your lips, introduce more work to me in the future, Great Philanthropist Ji!"

Ji Jue laughed, "Okay, Boss Lu!"

"Go to yours!"

Lu Feng was also amused, kicked over, but didn't kick.

"Big Dog, Little Ji, where have you been!"

Lu Ma's shout came from the house, knocking on the edge of the pot, "Eat!"

"Coming, coming!!!"

Ji Jue's eyes lit up, rubbing his hands and went back.

Only Lu Feng smoking in the sound of rain was left.

The fire light flickered.

Silently, sighed...

Regret?

The past, thinking about it now, of course, it's all fucking regret!

Hating to be a tool, hating to kill innocent people, hating those wars that have no future and justice. He wanted to vomit from the bottom of his heart—it should have been like this, there is no other possibility.

Those are nightmares.

He told himself this, more than once.

But can't answer...

Why was he smiling when he woke up from a nightmare?

"Go to your mother's."

He sighed and cursed a dirty word.

But didn't know who to scold.

"Big Brother, hurry up!"

Lu Ling's urging voice came from inside: "Serve the dishes!"

"Okay, coming, coming, don't urge!"

Lu Feng threw his hands, threw the little fire of resentment at his fingertips into the rain, and turned away.

The strong wind whistled past.

Lightning flashed.

The mighty thunder spread from the clouds, blowing out of Yacheng from the strong wind.

In the roaring sound of the tide, on the simple road, dazzling lights lit up.

In the heavy rain and mud, the armored convoy came mightily.