Chapter 953: Maximum 1 day (1)

Sindura's forehead was pressed against the cold metal.
He closed his eyes and tried to relieve his headache by keeping his skin close to the edge of the turret hatch.
He could hear a voice from somewhere outside the tank, getting louder and louder.
He ignored them.
Many crew members do not like to stay in their tanks for too long, but Cindullah finds that his tank is more comfortable and safe. The heavy shield tanks are extremely reassuring, both in appearance and inward.
He named her ‘‘Silent’’ after a battle where he was not sure if anyone remembered.
Whether it's when the ignition is running or when the engine is off as he is now, he likes to stay in her.
This is his kingdom, and everything is in order here.
When he had a headache, he just wanted to stay here.
The voice became louder and louder, and angry words came into the tank from the open door above him.
Don't be at this time!
He cursed inside, not when he had a headache and drummed.
He exhaled, trying to make himself ignore the voice.
"You have to pay."
A female voice said, the voice was very high, with a bit of complaint.
He recognized the voice, of course.
"This is more than I can pay"
Another voice said, male voice, with a nasal voice, and a little pleading.
"I can't afford it, you see"
The sound was interrupted at once.
"And, lieutenant, sir."
The female voice said that Sindulla could hear her enjoyment.
"You asked for it. You can't afford to try it again."
Another voice sounded, a male voice, roaring as the waves washed the rocks on the edge of the cliff, but the sound was too low for Sindura to hear clearly.
But it doesn't matter, he doesn't have to listen to what the other person said to know what he is going to do.
The big driver is doing physical work, of course.
Soon, a stuttering cry came into the hatch, probably because the teeth were broken.
Sindura closed his eyes tighter, he just wanted them to shut up.
The headache was like a ball in his head, pressed behind his eyes. Illegal drugs usually brought such sequelae.
But he cannot do without them.
When he escaped from Arkham's hell, he couldn't live without those little red, green, and green powdery little cuties, and he couldn't even sleep without them.
Without them, Oak's growl would always echo in his ear canal...
"Now? Lieutenant, sir."
The woman said slowly that Sindula could hear her laughing.
"I can't pay...me"
Another sharp shout, something hit the tank shell.
After a moment of silence, there was a roar of the man, mixed with damp, heavy breathing.
That's enough!
He had a terrible headache, opened his eyes, and blinked to dispel the blue and pink stains flying in front of him.
He got up and grabbed the outer ring of the door with his hands, and pulled himself out of the tank.
When he jumped on the track and jumped to the ground, they all turned to look at him.
Hundreds of silent steel behemoths are lined in all directions, and the body is covered with a dust cover.
Every 100 meters, there is a lighting ball to dim the surrounding darkness with dark yellow light.
Sindra took a deep breath and looked down at the man curled up on the ground, his blood splashing on the ground, covering his bleeding nose with his hand.
He could see his military band hanging from the uniform of the 985th regiment.
"enough."
Sindura's mouth was very dry, and his head still hurt like something was burning inside, so he knew he must look like he had just rubbed on the machine pedal.
Dust and oil covered his body, blurred his healing wounds, and stained the tattoo of his smiling skull.
He licked his lips and looked at his gunner.
The big man dropped his eyes and rubbed his chin.
The woman in the low-cut gray dress wanted to say something, but Burrell turned her head to look at her, and the sharp-eyed prostitute immediately took a step back, lowering her hands, spreading her arms, and comforting.
Sindula snorted, looked back at the lieutenant who was whimpering on the ground, walked forward, and crouched down.
He recognized this person now.
Twelfth Squadron Commander, Yadu.
"Adu, right?"
Sindula said with a smile.
"Cough..."
Yadu raised his head, his lower half of his face was still bloody, his nose was flattened, and a hole could be seen in the middle of his teeth.
He was panting heavily and nodded.
Sindula smiled at him, trying not to let his headache affect his expression.
"The problem is, Lieutenant, it seems that you don't understand what debt is."
Sindurah paused and blinked because of a headache.
"I didn't take your debt, but unfortunately, you owe what you owe this lady, so I want to know how much you owe before they can continue.
Behind him, the prostitute wanted to say something.
Sindula raised a hand, and she stopped.
He smiled at Ya Du again, and the lieutenant didn't move, taking a breath from between his broken teeth.
"Six hundred..."
Sindurah replied in a low voice, changing his breath.
"Six hundred?"
Sindulla squeezed a smile, trying to avoid closing his eyes due to a headache.
It has never been so bad since Arkham escaped.
He turned to the prostitute, she was just one of his many profit tools.
"You just for six hundred?"
"he"
She wanted to speak again, but Sindullah raised a finger.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
"Can you afford it?"
He turned around and asked Yadu.
"Can not afford."
The young man just gasped.
Sindula nodded, still keeping his eyes closed.
Six hundred dollars is not a big number, but most people who come to him face some problems that cannot be measured by the average person's income level.
They are a group of forgotten soldiers on a forgotten land. The Oak across the river is a pressure on everyone. Frequent assembly, mobilization, and patrolling make everyone exhausted to the extreme, and this time During the rainy season, the fortifications are wet every day.
Everyone is tired ~EbookFREE.me~ and has accumulated a lot of pressure.
So, between the billions of ammunition and the growing reserves, there are some stimulants, painkillers, better food that soldiers will want to buy with money, and those that can create dreams or make people Forgotten things, or tender.
After a while, they had enough money to provide almost everything the soldiers wanted.
They silently saved the money and continued to work efficiently.
The war never came back to find them, even after the recent rumors of pale tyrants.
Sindula is not worried, he and his car will not go back to fight, at least temporarily.
The flood season has arrived, and Ok is no longer a threat.
"Mr?"
Disturbed by a whisper, Sindula opened his eyes.