"Hey, I said Ed, you are very smart, join us and do it together." As a result, the other party recruited him first.

"What are you doing?"

"Go to Washington and let those bureaucrats cancel the orders, college students should be exempted from military service! What are we studying?! Isn't it just to escape... uh... it's wrong to maintain the dignity of Militaria!"

"Yes, yes, why do they enjoy it in Capitol Hill, we are going to Vietnam?!"

"Yes, yes, I've thought of the slogans, 'March towards Washington!"

Edward's head was full of black lines, "Why did you feel like it's coming again? Speaking of which, the cherry blossoms in Washington are quite famous. They were given by the Japanese back then, or should I have a BGM "Sakura of the Contemporary Period"?"

People around him became raucous.

"There is a door!" His eyes lit up and he pulled Hansen aside.

"What are you doing? Ed, my comrades are still waiting for me!"

"Comrade?" Edward was stunned. The name of Damn is so missing, but why does it feel strange when you say it from a blond, blue-eyed white skin? Does it have that meaning?

Thinking of this, he wished his eyes would turn and see if the lower part of Hanson's body was in full bloom.

"I have some ideas about military service."

"Hmm?" Hansen immediately woke up a lot when he heard the big question about his whereabouts.

"Listen to me, it's not impossible to petition in Washington, but you have to consider the risks. There are great risks."

"Risk?" Hansen shivered, then thrust his chest. "For the sake of freedom Miligan, I...oh...we are willing to take any risks. The prosperity of the tree of freedom depends on blood. It is not only the blood of the tyrants, but also the patriots!"

Edward quickly flattered "Of course I know your courage. In fact, you are the bravest of the patriots."

But the next moment, his mind suddenly cramped and he said something inexplicable, "To protect our favorite academy, all we can do is... stand up and become idols!"

"Idol?" Hansen was also confused!

"No, no, in order to protect our favorite United States, all we can do is sacrifice!" After saying that, he slapped Hanson on the shoulder, the latter suddenly shivered and tended to leave.

Edward quickly comforted, "But don't make unnecessary sacrifices. You have to know that the men are killing people without blinking. Do you know the matter of Kent University?"

"Those bastards actually made the National Guard shoot at the students!" Hansen was furious and trembled a little, probably because he was angry.

In that incident, the National Guard fired a tragedy that killed 4 students and injured 9 students, which shocked the whole United States. Hansen and others of course knew that it was amazing, so this is one of the main reasons why Yale was not overly troubled.

Bullets have no eyes, which is recognized by the United States. It is better to know the power of the Ar15 rifle than the Vietnamese guerrillas on Earth. The power of the Ar15 rifle can only be the vast majority of American people (especially blacks).

Since I don’t want to go to Vietnam to eat bullets, I naturally don’t want to be shot in New Haven.

"So, what we want is to solve the problem. We will never sacrifice lightly until the last moment." Licking his lips, he continued, "Success is very sure, there is no need for success!"

"Is this Chinese dialect behind it? What does it mean?"

"This, don't worry about this, it means you will die if you are someone else!"

"It is certainly not possible to continue to implement the "Recruitment Act" like this. But it is not safe to go directly to Washington. It happened that I met Prosecutor Duffy a few days ago and chatted with him. He was like us and opposed continuing to fall into the Vietnam War. He was also a Yale alumnus and also complained a lot about sending students to the battlefield."

"Hmm?" Hansen narrowed his eyes and said, "You keep going."

"He is going to participate in this year's Congress election. If we work together to lift him up, he will propose relevant bills in Congress. How about it, do it together?"

"What if his election is not successful?" Hansen's mind was filled with medicine, alcohol... and semen, but he was very clear at this moment.

Fortunately, Edward had a special solution, so he deliberately turned his head and looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "You are such a clever person, let me tell you. As a prosecutor, George has an exemption license. This is the power given to him by the law, do you understand?"

"This, this is not easy to do, right?"

"Of course it's not easy to do, but George is a person who values ​​feelings. He promised me four. No matter whether things are successful or not, I can get them. Chris and I each have one, and the remaining two belong to you, how about it!"

"Can you guarantee it?"

"Of course" Edward slapped his chest.

In fact, he couldn't guarantee that he had exempted the military service exemption license. He had only heard of it, but he couldn't care about it now.

As long as George Duffy can be lifted up, everything will be easy.

On the contrary, if it fails, the "Recruitment Act" may not be implemented immediately. Even if it is implemented, it will be drawn to recruit soldiers. If Hansen Smith really leaves his luck, he is arrested for the strong man...

The problem is not big. Since you have such bad luck, you might die in the Indochina Peninsula...

Let’s talk about this guy’s fate when he returns from Vietnam. At that time, he had already graduated and became a master. This guy is a big shot and wants to find his own bad luck. Haha, let’s learn about the story of Pinkerton’s bodyguard?

Now let’s talk about it first.

Moreover, it is not psychologically stressful to cheat this guy, just treat it as asking him to repay the sin of destroying the campus environment.

Seeing Hanson feeling a little moved, Edward gritted his teeth and took out a large roll of dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Hold it, this is the campaign fund that George gave me."

"So much?! He actually gave you funds." This stack of money is probably five or six hundred, which doesn't seem to be much. But at this time, renting a small apartment is only US$70-80 per month, and the annual income of a middle class is only 10,000 yuan, and this volume is a very considerable number.

Hansen is also aware of his knowledge and knows that the so-called campaign assistants are actually these lower-class people who pay money and energy to be tyrants, and they call them volunteers. The so-called volunteer allowance is simply used to cover up the purpose. In fact, employers use people for free, employees throw themselves into their arms, and both parties will get what they need.

Since he was able to get a large sum of funds, it was obvious that Edward had a close relationship with the state attorney general.

Hansen understood the truth in this instantly.

"I haven't done anything yet!" he pushed.

"Hey, what's the relationship between us? If you have money, everyone will make money, you can take it." Edward hugged his shoulder and said, "Just, go to New York with me tonight, let's go to Playboy Club with you and have a good and a good and a good."

"This..." Hansen felt a little embarrassed, "I don't have a membership key."

The club implements a membership system, with a monthly membership fee of US$25 per year, and it is not a small amount of money.

Hansen himself is carrying a student loan, so he naturally has no spare money to go to such a place. However, the young man is in this age of youth and has a natural yearning for a chaotic life of luxury and wealth. What's more, the beautiful bunny (Bunny) is famous all over the world.

"I am a member, and the member can bring someone in. Let's go, it's still early. I'll drive."

"This, this... is a little bit presumptuous."

"What are you talking about! Hurry up and go back and take a shower and change your clothes, and wait for me at the corner of the stone street later."

...

In the nightclub, Hansen's eyes were straightened, and his hands and feet began to become dishonest. Edward felt a little scared. This kind of place was a gray area. If he was rich and young, then the cute bunny would take the initiative to rub it. But Hansen's passerby was taken in and opened his eyes at first sight. It might be okay if he had a few moves. If he had a little out of the way, he might be grabbed by the collar of his clothes and threw it on the street in the next second.

As his "leader", he will also be implicated. Although he will not throw it on the street and throw it into pieces, he will roll his eyes a few times. There is no way. In fact, the more vulgar the place it is, the more decent the rules it is on the surface.

His membership was naturally obtained by Ferriche.

After that incident, Edward refused more rewards, which moved Ferriche very much. He thought from the bottom of his heart that this was a Jew who was different from ordinary Jews. In addition, the Italians had a unique sense of intimacy with the Chinese. Fortunately, Ferriche had never read the Water Margin of the Three Kingdoms, otherwise he should have asked for a swornship on the spot.

Seeing Hanson's movements becoming more and more rude and his unique vulgar temperament attracted the attention of other guests, Edward knew that the critical point was coming soon. He quickly pulled him away.

"Hey, what are you doing! Didn't you see that black girl interested in me? That butt is raised..." Hansen was very dissatisfied.

"...Fuck, the taste is quite heavy. I don't want a lot of tall white girls, so I'll start with the black ones." Edward cursed angrily.

"There is no way, there are not many black girls in the 'Liberated Area', and some of them look similar to Chris." Hansen's face turned dark, and there was obviously some unpleasant memories. "Damn, I drank too much last time and ran slowly. I was caught up by the two black girls. I threw me to the ground with one hug, but I rolled desperately, but I was stepped on by them, and then I sat up with my skirt!..."

"Okay, okay, this is not a glorious memory worth bragging about. You know if you don't show your face!" Edward's face cramps were cramped. According to his understanding in his previous life, the "Liberated Area" was a tank maintenance center to some extent. At least the tiger-like level that could knock Hansen down. Hansen was obviously forced to press "f" by accident, and it was a double-click.

"Damn it, I have to go back!"

"I'll find a good place! Ensure you are satisfied." Edward had no choice but to reach out and called a taxi and reported an address. It was Feriche's "territory".

As a red stick, he is the underground king there, and all the "traditional" transactions belong to him, and of course he will find the girl.

"Hey, Ferriche, are there any girls?" He walked into a small cafe with drunken Hansen. Usually, Ferriche was used to playing cards in the small living room here when watching the venue.

This made Edward feel very uncomfortable. The underworld played chicken-feather cards without any momentum. If it were replaced by national mahjong, it would be different. The sound of shuffling sounds sounded like society. He wanted to teach Ferriche this thing, but considering the fact that addition and subtraction within 100 are headaches, don't cause trouble.

"Ahh? You're actually thinking it out, OK, I'll find the best one for you. If you can straighten your back and leave tomorrow, you can participate in the Olympic high jump."

"It's not me, it's him." Edward said to Hansen.

"Your friend? OK, free!"

"No, I have to give this money. There is an old saying in China that owes gambling or prostitute."

"Great Oriental Wisdom" Ferriche gave his thumbs up and sighed

"Full of humanistic care and respect for women, this is the forefront of the equal rights movement." The drunk Hansen also spoke a human word, obviously he said this set of words a lot in daily life.

"You want a black girl, at least two!" Edward smiled maliciously and said, "The quality must be excellent."

"Ok" Ferriche snapped his fingers, and Diego didn't know where to flash.

"I understand, boss" the black boy stood attentively and saluted.

"If you dare to draw the lottery with a stolen TV, be careful that I will stuff it into the sewer," Feriche threatened.

Diego nodded and said yes, and made Hanson have fun.

"Don't worry, there are two orders of day and night here, and generally evening is more standardized than daytime. This is the ancestral craft of our Sicilians, and your friends will be treated the best. Have a drink?"

"Okay, whiskey, more ice."

"Why are you free to come here?" After drinking halfway, Dami flashed in.

"Hmm? Are you going to school?" Edward was also stunned.

"Well, the class was suspended, and I was too lazy to participate, so I came back. Follow my brother to see, maybe it will be useful in the future." Dami's words were obscure, but the three of them understood the meaning.

"I just observe and don't show up normally," he added.
To be continued...