Four years of war had given Locke the habit of eating quickly. He finished the meal, wiped his hands, and said to Hans, "Hans, let's go."Locke arrived at the munition depot again. It was noon now, and most people were either sleeping or soaking in taverns. Locke walked straight to the posthouse at the rear of the munition depot, took the money pouch from Hans, and walked into the courier station."Warner! Warner!" Locke shouted."What! What's the matter! Damn Locke, I heard it. You ruined my afternoon nap. You damned bastard!" Warner, who was in charge of the courier station's communication duties, walked out of a room and complained, "Is it sending money to your family again? Come on, give it to me!""Here, this is mine. And those bags belong to other guys in my team. Don't mess it up!" Locke warned."I know, I know. It's not the first time I worked for this. None of the other teams are as fussy as you!" Warner was s
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