Chapter 3 One Million? Forget it if you kill me

"Ah!!!!!!!!!"

The first ray of sunlight in the morning in Mifan's hut, but it was greeted by an inhumane, earth-shaking and tireless scream.

"Huh? What's wrong? What's wrong? Are the zombies besieging the city or is the president of the American Alliance killed? Mi Fan was excited and rushed out of the gravity room in a hurry, but what came was a fruit knife with fruit crumbs.

"Wow, it's so exciting to get up in the morning, murdering my own husband!"

He avoided the fruit knife sideways, but saw all kinds of books, pillows, quilts, and bricks coming towards him. Seeing that the antique TV was about to fly over, Mi Fan had to shout, "Stop... stop! I said, beauty, at least I saved you last night, and you don't have to greet me like this.

"Bah, I still need you to save me. I'm going to shiver in the whole 19th district." Mi Fan's single little **, someone who had woken up, was spitting fire in his eyes and said in a tone that he couldn't wait to tear Mi Fan alive.

"Well, the fat head next to me stamped my feet, and the 19th district also shook three times. He was too fat..." Mi Fan protected his head with both hands and said carefully. However, when he saw the woman stretching out her hands to the antique TV again, Mi Fan hurriedly said, "Ok, OK, beauty, let's have something to say. This is the only one in my house. Antique, please don't break it for me again. I don't have money to repair it.

"Then hurry up and explain to Miss Ben, what the hell is going on!" After a pause, the woman said again, "Also, don't always call me beautiful women. My name is Chu Ziyan."

"Well, Miss Chu Ziyan, right? In fact, this thing is like this..."

At present, Mi Fan began with Chu Ziyan robbing his pocket, briefly describing his tragic experience and the heroic deeds of saving the beauty, and implicitly put forward the request for some mental loss.

Who knew that after listening to Mi Fan's words, Chu Ziyan nodded, her face changed, and said, "Well, under the premise that I did grab your waist bag..."

Mi Fan looked happy and thought she was going to compensate herself for some mental losses.

"I won't call the police to accuse you of indecent and illegal detention. As long as you give me one million Chinese coins, we will write it off in a lump sum, okay?"

However, the next words made Mi Fan fall into the ice cave in an instant.

"One million... Why don't you rob..." Mi Fan looked at the woman in front of him incredulously and whispered.

"That's right, I'm robbing. If you're not afraid that the police will invite you to have tea, I can also consider reporting to the police for fun." Chu Ziyan raised a charming smile at the corners of her mouth and looked at the rice and said.

Mi Fan looked at the windbreakers and high heels scattered on the ground, and then looked at the messy bedding and the white spots on his unwashed underwear. And the temperament of Chu Ziyan is definitely not an ordinary person, and the family is absolutely powerful!

If she is unhappy or found by her family, and Chu Ziyan is framed, she can't be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River.

In an instant, Mi Fan was desperate. He hugged his head and burst out of the door and shouted as he ran, "One million? You kill me!!!"

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At this time, Mi Fan was walking on the street in the morning, wandering aimlessly, looking at all kinds of pedestrians in front of him, but thinking about how to raise the million Chinese coins.

I rushed out of the door. First, I was afraid that Chu Ziyan's family would come to me, and I couldn't explain it clearly. Second, I wanted to find a way to run away. Anyway, the most valuable thing in the family was Grandpa's ashes, but the ashes were in his ring, so although the house that had lived for more than ten years was reluctant to give up, it was also at this time. There is no other way.

Chu Ziyan thought that the monk could not run the temple, but she did the opposite, but the small gravity room was a pity.

"Bad boy, now you know how important my training is. If you are usually serious, you won't get into such a big trouble. I don't want to sleep on the street with you in the future. No matter what, you can get the gravity room out for me. The training can't be interrupted for a day." Zhao Zilong floated behind Mi Fan and said with a serious face.

"Alas..." Mi Fan sighed. One million was an astronomical figure for him. There was a little witch waiting for him at home. Thinking about it, Mi Fan unconsciously walked to a huge three-dimensional projection advertising screen.

At this time, a recruitment advertisement is playing on the advertising screen. In addition to the basic requirements, it is constantly playing a war video of bravely moving forward and attacking the city and plundering the land. The videos are full of a large number of bloody pictures, and there are more victory pictures based on white bones and red blood. All videos show a common meaning - war is bloody and cruel, life and death are only in an instant, and victory is exchanged for the lives of countless soldiers. If you want to join the army, you must have the awareness of life and death.

The world is not peaceful now. Although the whole world is developing harmoniously, local wars have never stopped, and the sound of gunfire on the borders of various countries has never disappeared.

Perhaps this is the law of the world. Human greed and selfishness will certainly trigger war, which is caused by nature. Perhaps this law will be broken only when an alien species threatens the survival of the whole human race. It's just the future. Who can understand it?

Mi Fan looked at the recruitment advertisement in front of him, and his blood suddenly boiled in his chest. Before that, he didn't understand why he trained so hard just to be a migrant worker? However, when he saw the exciting pictures on the recruitment advertisement and the tall, powerful but mysterious human weapons - mecha warriors, he suddenly understood his goal, which was to join the army and become a mechast that everyone admired.

Only on the battlefield can you experience the feeling that life and death are only on the front line. Zhao Zilong often said that his body has reached a level. If you want to break through, you must experience the feeling of life and death. Only between life and death can you break through yourself and the limit.

"Xiao Fan, go join the army. A good man should throw his head and shed his blood and die for the country. Do you understand?" Zhao Zilong also appeared behind Mi Fan and said, looking at the recruitment advertisement in front of him.

"Big boss, don't talk about me so great. I just want to avoid that million debt and break through myself by the way. Hey hey, it depends on my mood for throwing blood for the country." Mi Fan smiled and turned to walk towards the Kend fast food restaurant.

Zhao Zilong knocked on Mi Fan and scolded with a smile, "Bad boy, I have no ambition."

Mi Fan did not refute. He quickly walked to the parking space of the KFC fast food restaurant, broke the glass of the "little locust" with one elbow, then pulled the steering wheel down and walked to the fast food restaurant.

"Mifan! You son of a bitch, why did you come so late today? I want to deduct your salary!" As soon as the fat boss saw Mi Fan coming in, he immediately roared.

Unexpectedly, Mi Fan just smiled and walked straight towards him. The fat boss only felt a flash of light and shadow, and the steering wheel in Mi Fan's hand was already on his neck.

"I'm telling you, fat man, I've been putting up with you for a long time. You were like a pig's head, but today I'll make you look more like you." After saying that, Mi Fan pulled the steering wheel hard and punched the fat boss in the face.

Then, one fist after another greeted the fat boss's huge head. While beating, Mi Fan also said, "Ah, hit... give me back my floating fist..."

After a violent beating, Mi Fan kicked the fat boss away, then dusted the corners of his clothes and said, "Finally, I will give you a free kick. You're welcome. This month's salary will be regarded as the medical expenses for you. Oh, no, it's the plastic surgery fee. I'll quit!"

After saying that, Mi Fan swaggered out of the door. Because he didn't have breakfast, he also took two hamburgers and an oversized glass of milk. The surrounding employees and diners avoided one after another, as if Mi Fan was a kind of beast, but the employees' eyes were full of admiration and relief.

The fat boss stretched out his hand behind the counter. After all, he couldn't squeeze a word out of the two fat intestine-like lips and fainted.

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Walking on the sunny street, eating hamburgers fried in the ditch and overnight milk, Mi Fan's mood is particularly happy. Not only does he not have to worry about the million, but he doesn't have to be angry with the fat man anymore. It's really killing two birds with one stone.

The recruitment office is not far from the Kend fast food restaurant. After eating the hamburger, the door of the recruitment office is close. There are not many people. Most of them are children of powerless families, or people who have the dream of paying for the country.

Of course, Mi Fan does not belong to any kind of person. He just wants to find the feeling of struggling on the edge of life and death. He wants to break through himself. However, what is the purpose of breaking through himself and what is the purpose of gaining stronger power? Mi Fan is very confused. He has nothing to protect, the only My relatives also drove to Hexi twelve years ago. Maybe they were tired of the feeling of loneliness and wanted to find a more wonderful life.

"Hello, I want to join the army. What is the specific process?" Mi Fan went to the inquiry office beside him and asked the officer in gray camouflage military uniform lying at the table.

"Take this form and go for a physical examination. If you pass, someone will naturally assign troops to you." The officer said with a disdainful face. After saying that, he started a cigarette from himself and did not look at Mi Fan from beginning to end.

Mi Fan casually picked up the table on the table and didn't pay much attention to the officer. Most of the army were such ruffians, free and unrestrained. For a fledgling newcomer like him, he naturally looked down on him.

After filling in the form in turn, Mi Fan lined up and prepared to hand in the form. Looking at the bustling crowd, Mi Fan really sighed that the 23rd century was really different from more than 200 years ago. Now no matter how poor people are, they can ensure basic food and clothing, which is also a kind of progress.

It was finally his turn. Mi Fan quickly handed in the form, and then followed the people who came to sign up and began to have various physical examinations. Mi Fan was very worried that his body, which was different from ordinary people, would be detected, but Zhao Zilong told him not to worry at all, because Zilong's practice allowed him to control his body at will, and even change the strength of his body, so there was no need to worry about such a physical examination at all.

After a series of physical tests, Mi Fan only barely met the standard, and then he got a card. The card says: the Third Military Region, the Tenth Division, the Sixth Battalion, Port No. 4, 1661 spacecraft, No. 29.

"At eleven o'clock at noon, get on the ship on time. If you are late, you will be a deserter. Be careful." The officer who handed the card to Mi Fan said, and after that, the officer no longer paid attention to Mi Fan and urged him to go on the road quickly and not to get in the way here.

Mi Fan smiled and took the card in his hand and walked out of the recruitment office. He felt that his new life was coming soon. He was full of anticipation and looked at his watch by the way.

At this point of view, Mi Fan almost didn't cry. The time shown on the watch was already 10:30, and it would take 40 minutes to get from the No. 4 port of the conscription station. There are a total of four ports in the 19th district, and the farthest of the first three ports is only 20 minutes' drive away, but this fourth port is the farthest.

"Let's go. I don't want my apprentice to become a deserter. There are still half an hour left. I can definitely catch up." Zhao Zilong floated behind Mi Fan and said with a smile.

Mi Fan nodded and stopped talking nonsense. He put the card in his pocket and casually pulled a magnetic levitation motorcycle in the alley next to the recruitment office. After starting it with mental strength, he soared on the road.

Although Mi Fan's spiritual power is very strong, he is not very good at using it. Zhao Zilong is a soul body, which is originally a spiritual body composed of spiritual power, so he will more or less know how to use spiritual power. However, there is really not much way for Mi Fan's strange spiritual power. He can only give him some tips. More methods still need to be understood by Mifan himself.

Mi Fan soared all the way, ran countless red lights, causing countless minor car accidents, countless scolded, dodged countless police cars, and finally rushed to Port No. 4 at 10:55.

When he arrived at the inspection gate, Mi Fan hurriedly handed the card to the ticket inspector. After checking the card, he ran all the way to find the 1661 spacecraft. Seeing that it was already 10. 59, and there was still no sign of the 1661 spacecraft, Mi Fan's heart was burning.

At this moment, a loud noise came from behind Mi Fan. A person ran out crying on a spaceship. As he ran, he shouted, "Even if I am a deserter, I don't want to go to hell. Let me go!!!!"

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