"Bastard! Do you want to explain? Fark, how do you explain, how do you tell me to report to the top? Get out."

Kurt walked out of the leader's office with a pale face, leaning against the wall a little depressedly, and sighed. This elderly female boss was like he was menopause, and he was dysfunctional about venting the misfortune of his night life on his head.

"Hey man, it looks like you're thinking about life?"

A teasing sarcasm sounded, and Kurt looked up and saw a blond man in a jacket standing diagonally opposite, holding a can of Coke in his hand, leaning against him with his legs crossed, "Do you want some Pepsi?" (Pepsi is the best!!)

"Drinking too much this thing can easily kill sperm. How long has it been since you looked in the mirror? Ken."

"What's the meaning?"

"Your face looks as ugly as the witch inside." Kurt said, and his right hand was inserted into his waist, imitating the God inside, and lowered his voice, "You bastard, idiot, hate~"

puff…

Ken couldn't help but spray the coke in his mouth, which made his face flushed, "Cough cough cough... should... should damn, do you want to laugh to death?" He looked at a pool of water under his feet, rubbed it with the soles of his feet, walked to Kurt, and looked carefully at the office next door, "I heard that something happened to your person?"

This is not a secret.

After all, the Eastern European Affairs Office only has their own group of investigations into Ukraine, and this time it lost several ICPs, which is quite a blow, and even the most terrifying North American region does not consume so much.

"Yeah." Kurt responded.

"I remember you were pursuing an arms smuggling case. Is that person so dangerous?" Ken frowned and asked, looking at Kurt. He found that his partner's eyes were twitching and his pupils were shrinking. Is this... scared?

ha?

Kurt is cowardly?

This doesn't look like the "rhino" I know at all.

Just as Ken was about to continue asking, the door behind him was opened, and the "witch" in their mouths showed his face and frowned, "What are you doing? Are you so free? Gentlemen!"

"No, no, no, we are just discussing the case, let's go." Kurt's face changed, and he seemed to have oil under his feet. He ran away quickly. He was slow. He was about to leave when he was called, "Come here and help me with something."

"Ah...I..."

"Come here!" The female boss frowned and heaviered his voice. In desperation, Ken had to enter the office. After a while, a scream came from inside.

Who knows what to do in it?

Kurt, who ran out of the building, sucked the air deep, found a cleaner step, sat down, and smoked a cigarette.

He is really afraid of death!

That man is so scary.

Maybe he had also participated in the ICP for his so-called dream, and he also hoped for world peace, but when his comrades fell down, his thoughts really shook. What was it for?

Honor? Reward? Or Dream?

Kurt never felt so confused. He looked at the blue sky and was gradually covered by dark clouds. In the lightning and thunder, there was a vague thunderstorm about to water the earth.

Wow…

The next second, the downpour was like a backflow, and all the pedestrians on the street trotted away.

Kurt, sitting on the steps, looked like a sculpture, and the cigarette butt in his hand was also destroyed. He lost his soul and hung his head weakly. The rain fell from his eye sockets and penetrated into his mouth. It was salty and a little astringent, and he couldn't help but recall it in his mind.

"Kurt! What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want to be a policeman." The young man shouted with a toy gun in his hand, "I want to catch bad people, I want to make it impossible for this world to have bad people."

"Then you have to work hard, this is very bitter, men can't cry."

"Um!"

…

"Kur...you must take good care of yourself!" The father on the hospital bed looked at him dyingly, holding his hand tightly, his eyes glowing on his skinny cheeks, "You, you haven't forgotten your dream yet."

"Father, I..." He mustered up the courage, "I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Bang!

As soon as this sentence was finished, I was slapped on my face. It was not heavy, but it hurts very much. My father seemed to be looking back and staring at him, "Ahem, have you just given up like that? Do you admit that you failed?"

"I'm afraid of death!" Kurt closed his eyes and shouted this sentence with courage. At that time, he saw his comrades lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes. He was really scared. The latter's child, who was only seven or eight years old, was holding the body in the funeral home and crying. He just wanted the man who once made him laugh after get off work to stand up, but this became a luxury.

Kurt didn't want his wife and children to cry with the meager pension and the tombstone, and then at the funeral, the so-called powers said hypocritically: "They are heroes!"

Fark!

He just wants to live.

…

The heavy rain made his eyelids unable to lift up. His hands were hung on his knees and money. When he loosened his fingers, the cigarette fell off.

Not being a policeman.

Click...

Suddenly, a father and son running in the heavy rain suddenly fell to the ground. The child, who was only seven or eight years old, was thrown a little far away and fell heavily. Seeing this, Kurt hurriedly ran over, picked up the child in the pool, and asked subconsciously, "Are you injured? How about it?"

The child looked so terrible, covering his hands, pouting his mouth, and twitching his nose, "Can't cry, I can't cry."

The father, who was in the end, quickly stood up, looked at his son worriedly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he had nothing to do.

"Uh, do you need me to send you back? Sir." Kurt, who was standing on the side, suddenly asked why he suddenly invited him. He regretted it after he finished speaking, but the other party looked forward with hope and climbed along the pole, "Is it really OK? Thank you very much, we are right in front of Mistral Street."

Since they said it, Kurt could only drive the other person up, and found a towel in the car to let them wipe their bodies, turn on the air conditioner, warm it up. There was not much road on the street, only three or four minutes away. The father thanked him and was about to get off the car. Suddenly, the child in his arms threw a thing that was only a few inches away, smiling, "Thank you, uncle."

The smile with dimples is really intoxicating.

When the father and son got out of the car, Kurt looked at what he was in his hand. It turned out to be a superman little doll with a sentence in English: "    block        darkness! (I block the darkness!)".

He was stunned, looking at the toy in his hand, the child's smile reflected in the Superman.

Suddenly I felt very satisfied.

A thank you made Kurt’s heart shock. He still remembered that a group of people shouted oaths at school, his lips moved gently, and he said, “I will dedicate all my strength to the light, and I will do what he likes forever in the eyes of God.”

Maybe, this world is full of darkness.

But if you choose to give up like yourself, the darkness will erode the light, and the child's laughter will gradually become cold.

Isn’t his existence just to make the light bright forever and the smile sweet forever?

Dreams may not be world peace, but...

I will protect my light until death.
Chapter completed!