It's almost four o'clock in the morning, and the morning star quietly shows his face, and the summer night breeze blows on his body, making Lao Xiao, who almost stays up all night every night, fall asleep, leaning on the white plastic chair and dreaming of Zhou Gong's Xiaolong with a shoulder snort. The boss is Lao Xiao, in his early thirties, not fat, but very strong, fried well, the guy is Xiaolong, less than twenty years old, thin like a hemp pole, neat and thoughtful, like a golden partner in the night snack stall industry.

Lao Xiao's "Lao Xiao food stall" is open under the overpass not far from the bar group in the ancient city, a red house, simple plastic tables and chairs, men and women who have soaked in nightclubs always have to supplement and release too fast energy, plus Lao Xiao's good skills from famous teachers, word of mouth, countless people come to visit, sometimes an all-night turnover rate can make those foreign fast food embarrassed.

However, tonight's business seems to be a little cold, Lao Xiao just heard that there are people in the most lively "Lotus Dynasty" near tonight, and even Jingcha has been dispatched, scaring away many guests, so the usual "Lao Xiao food stall" that should still be lively at this point is full of people tonight, and most of the more than a dozen simple round tables are empty. Lao Xiao glanced at the bar group not far away, and the lights just now gradually died down, and the bass-heavy drums and noisy music also disappeared. So Lao Xiao whistled happily, and the song was subdued, which caused a few young people to shake up. Lao Xiao said to himself with a sense of accomplishment: "How do you see that we should also be literary soldiers back then, why were we assigned to the cooking class?"

Lao Xiao was reminiscing about the eventful years when he was holding a spoon in one hand and a gun in the other, but Xiaolong, a dozing waiter on the side, rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up: "Lao Xiao, why are there so many trucks?" Xiaolong is a native of Northeast China, and he has an old native dialect in the black land of Northeast China.

Lao Xiao just wanted to say, "People run trucks and close you a little chicken #Ba Bird thing", but he saw three large troop transport trucks stop not far away, and there was only a "gathering" with a long tail sound, and dozens of uniformed soldiers who jumped off the truck began to gather on the road. As soon as Lao Xiao heard the word "gathering", he subconsciously stood up and rushed into the group of soldiers, and only stopped in embarrassment after running halfway, touched his smooth head and walked back, and was embarrassed to look at the little bastard who didn't know how to respect the boss at all, but laughed so much that his stomach cramped.

Lao Xiao walked back with an embarrassed smile, but saw the little rabbit cub who had just laughed and had a stomachache suddenly looked behind him in horror, and then, Lao Xiao heard the sound of running in a uniform manner, and at another time, hearing the once familiar running sound Lao Xiao must be in a different mood, but at this moment Lao Xiao turned around and saw the soldiers with loaded guns running in his direction, and suddenly had a sad face: "Obediently, I'll just open a food stall, and the city management doesn't care, can I send out the army?"

Lao Xiao has already made up his mind, even if these soldiers smash their stalls, they can't let out one more fart, who makes themselves once a soldier? This supper stall is illegal, if the city management comes, he can still have the cheekiness to fight for a few words, but in the face of a group of soldiers in front of him, he really doesn't have the face to say a word. "Little bunny, no matter what they do later, you watch it, nothing does to you!"

In the face of the murderous aura coming to his face, Lao Xiao could only admit that he was unlucky, and was preparing to meet the coming storm, but he heard a pleasant "stand" password.

"Lao Xiao, I'll take the brothers to try your craft, don't smash your own signboard!" A familiar voice came from a distance, it turned out that there were still a few small cars blocked by troop trucks, and the one who walked in front to greet Lao Xiao was actually Li Da Diaomin, who was dressed as a Southeast Asian nouveau riche.

"Ouch, it's you......" Lao Xiao patted his thigh, one sad and one happy, the difference was too great, so that Lao Xiao's expression hadn't turned around at this moment.

"Come, Lao Xiao, let me introduce you, this is Brother Huzi, Shi Yinhu. This is our Director Han, and this is the captain of our criminal team. Li Yundao came up and introduced a circle.

Lao Xiao looked at Commander Shi, obedient, terrible, two bars and four stars, and if he rises again, he will hang a gold star. He was only promoted to squad leader in the army, and he was still in the cooking class, and he saw a military region leader descending from the sky, and he almost scared Lao Xiao who was not frightened by the GI just now.

"Hello chief!" Lao Xiao straightened up, didn't care whether he was naked or not, and directly saluted a standard military salute.

"Oh, veteran?" Shi Yinhu came up and stabbed Lao Xiao in the chest enthusiastically, "What class?"

The little bastard behind him laughed cramps again, Lao Xiao didn't dare to turn back and scold this time, and replied honestly: "Report to the chief, I was the leader of the cooking squad before I was discharged!"

"Which unit?" Shi Yinhu just punched this guy, but found that this guy didn't even take half a step back, which made Shi Yinhu, who knew how powerful he was, quite curious.

Lao Xiao grinned, scratched his bald head, and said with some pride and embarrassment: "Hey, hey, I used to be the leader of the cooking squad of the Flying Dragon Brigade. ”

Shi Yinhu was relieved: "Flying Dragon's people? No wonder ......" That special force was established when Shi Yinhu just graduated from the military academy, and he has been on the battlefield for more than 20 years, so even if he is the leader of the cooking squad of the Flying Dragon Brigade, he is definitely an outstanding top person in the ordinary company, but Shi Yinhu thought about it for a while and said, "No, if you are a person from Feilong, how could you let you out so lightly? You must know that although training a special operations officer does not require the same amount of gold as training an airplane, the resources consumed by an excellent special forces soldier from selection to training and then selection and training should not be underestimated. If it weren't for physical or disciplinary factors, the special brigade would not let these outstanding people in the army go back to the localities, and even if they were to be sent back to the localities, they would at least be placed in the relevant public security system or administrative system.

Lao Xiao scratched his head and squeaked for a long time, so Shi Yinhu smiled and said, "Forget it, I guess you also have something unspeakable." But you are very good, self-reliant, and do not burden the country and society. Come, let my soldiers taste your craft today!

Lao Xiao was re-released, held his head high, cheered up and said, "Yes!"

Beckoning a group of soldiers into the "red house", Lao Xiao noticed the two stunning faces around Li Yundao.

What is called the closed moon and shy flowers, what is the sinking fish and falling geese, at this moment, Lao Xiao feels that he is a scum in front of these two female bodhisattvas who have captivated the country and the city.