"Do I look good? Boy." Tychus handed his ID card and chip to Renault: "My equipment was lost when I came here, and they asked me to come here to get some new ones.
equipment."
Reno took the chip and inserted it into the groove of the scanner. Then, he glanced at Tychus's wrinkled face before looking at the screen: "As required, you should get a new ration."
“Because the latest batch of supply boxes are piled up in the storage unit, we are counting the stored supplies and sorting them into categories. This will take a lot of time. Please come back to this counter at 14:00 in the afternoon. At that time..."
"Are you sure you're not fooling me?" Tychus raised his eyebrows and interrupted Renault: "I came all the way from the death desert of Reading III to this world of ice and snow, but I only wore a pair of underwear.
.”
“Actually, the indoor temperature here has been stably maintained at around 20 degrees Celsius.” Renault took out the chip and put it back on the counter.
"Listen, you may not understand the meaning of these words, or maybe my words are too polite, so that you, a yellow-haired boy, will bite your nose and face." Tychus put one hand firmly on the counter.
He stepped forward, leaned forward, tightened Renault's collar with his other hand, pulled his face towards her, and stared into his dark brown eyes.
This trick worked for Tychus many times. He was tall and had a fierce look on his face. Generally speaking, when dealing with new recruits, as long as he stared into their eyes, those weaklings would be so scared that they wet their pants. But Tychus almost glanced at them.
It can be seen that Renault's service time will never exceed two years.
Perhaps the rank of private first class gave him a lot of points, but with Renault's size, he was far from a match for veteran oilman Tychus.
"Perhaps you should work with your little followers to prepare my equipment for me immediately. I don't have time to stay here and stare at the shelves."
"Excuse me, I don't understand what you mean." Renault looked at Tychus calmly: "Because I don't know if what comes out of your mouth is shit."
Tychus seemed stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect that Renault was not frightened at all.
"If what I said is not clear enough." This made Tychus unable to get off the stage, so he grabbed Renault's collar with both hands and lifted him up from the chair, determined to teach this recruit a lesson:
"Find my equipment immediately, or I will break every bone in your body and twist off your head to use as a urinal!"
"Before that, I will pull that thing off your neck and use it as a ball." Renault has never given up in his life. He held Tychus's wrist to order the future.
The reader was surprised by the strength and gradually opened the hand holding his collar.
Tychus realized he was going to have to fight today, and that didn't matter. He was usually very measured. He would make Raynor feel humiliated and miserable, and the Marine doctors would find nothing in Raynor that could bring him down.
A wound of conviction and even a slightly larger bruise.
"Today, you will regret having angered Tychus Finley. I will break every finger bone of yours and glue them together." Tychus was tired of exchanging harsh words with the country boy.
It's a boring game. When something develops to the point where it cannot be solved by any means other than fists, he must let the other party know who has the hardest fist.
Tychus Finley, who has just been released from prison, is hiding an angry lion in his heart, and...
"Put him down, you madman." Just when Tychus was about to lift Renault high above his head and prepare to throw it to the storage rack behind the counter like a piece of garbage, his temple was suddenly hit by a blow.
A cold gun barrel pressed against it. A somewhat sharp male voice came to his ears. Rather than sounding like the gangsters and racing gangs he encountered in some colonial towns, it was frivolous and arrogant.
And I always think that I speak very coolly.
“I counted to three, one, two...”
But the slight click of the safety bolt opening made Tychus retract his contempt, and immediately put Renault down, pressing him onto the chair as if he were putting a rag doll back into the basket. While Renault was tidying up
After his collar was tangled, he leaned back on the chair and looked at Tychus quietly.
“Put up your hands and squat against the wall.” The voice continued.
Tychus turned around and saw a young soldier pointing a shotgun at him. The soldier had messy red hair, some freckles on his nose, and was holding a shotgun in his mouth.
A nearly burned out cigarette.
"Don't you understand?" The red-haired soldier spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground and stamped it out with his foot: "Raise your hands and turn your back to me. I hate to see your face."
Tychus looked at the soldier calmly, unmoved at all, and was convinced that the other soldier would never dare to shoot: "You'd better put down the gun quickly, so that we can put everything behind us properly."
Get it over with. It will be good for us all until the gendarmerie arrives."
"What's going on with that man? Harnak." At this time, another man's voice came from the empty hall of the supply station. Tychus immediately followed the sound and saw an officer wearing a brown straight military uniform.
Three soldiers in the same uniform are walking towards here.
Among the three people at the back, one was chewing gum in his mouth, blowing bubbles out of boredom, with his hands in his trouser pockets. There were thousands of walking postures, but he chose the most unusual one. This was Josephine.
.
The other person was holding a pen and a receipt list in his hand, and was still remembering something as he walked. That was Lee Patchinyang. The one walking to the right of the officer holding an E-7 Gauss rifle was Amy.
Brandon, those azure eyes are like the sea under the sun.
These soldiers all wore flat caps with wolf head emblems, and their uniforms were covered with dust. They had been carrying goods at the other end of the warehouse, while Tychus's attention was focused on Renault.
The leading officer is a handsome man with a pair of cold gray eyes. His originally straight military uniform is covered with dust and wrinkles due to the work of transporting goods, and his face is stained with black oil, but the rifle badge on his shoulder indicating that the combat unit is
It shows that the opponent's troops are by no means new recruits doing odd jobs in the army's logistics.
The officer walked next to Tychus and Harnak, just one step away from them. Then he looked at Tychus: "Tell me, what is this?"
"Sir, this matter..." The only thing that could make Tychus put down his arrogant attitude was the sergeant badge on the officer's chest. One of the survival rules of the Marines is you
You must always be respectful to people who have a few more bars on their shoulders or other things than you. The corporal in the dispatch hall before was just a civilian employee sitting in an office, and he was not qualified to make Tychus obey.
"I didn't ask you." The sergeant interrupted Tychus in a calm tone: "I want to remind you that I don't have a good look on guys who enter my territory and cause trouble. If my subordinates prove that you are indeed
If you are here to cause trouble, then I will hand you over to the military police."
“Even if you lick my boots ten thousand times, this decision will not change at all.”
Tychus understood immediately. Although this officer was so young, he definitely looked like the kind of ruthless character who would do what he said.
“Boss, this guy grabbed Jim and was about to give him a good beating. Thanks to me, that kid didn’t have his pants taken off and spanked.” Hanak chuckled.
“Hey, I was about to knock him down, and it was obviously you who stepped in.” Renault also laughed.
“Look.” Augustus turned to Tychus and spread his hands.