Chapter 79 Hero
Late at night, the shelter was not as quiet as usual. Workers were coming and going repairing roads, rebuilding walls, and cleaning up construction debris. Under the seemingly bustling scene, there was a hidden undercurrent. Sorrow is desolated.
Su Mo held Han Jia's hand and walked on the street. The warmth radiated from his palm made Han Jia's headache relieved a lot. She subconsciously moved closer to Su Mo, lowering her head and saying nothing. .
When Su Mo passed by, all the workers immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Su Mo with respect. Now everyone knows that the leader of the aberrations who raided the shelter was killed by Executive Officer Su , and without Executive Officer Su, those relatives and friends who were bitten would have to wait in despair for execution.
Su Mo, Executive Officer Su, is the savior and hero of Shelter 11.
Arriving at an independent funeral parlor, the bodies of all the soldiers and executives who died in this disaster were stored here. At Su Mo's request, the bodies of Han Yiyi and Grandma Wang were also brought in.
Entering the morgue, Su Mo saw an acquaintance, Li Wucheng, sitting on the ground with a bottle of wine in his hand, his eyes sad, and he drank the wine in sips.
Su Mo knew exactly where Li Wucheng was.
With a strong heartache, Su Mo sighed and took Han Jia to the place where the bodies of Han Yiyi and Grandma Wang were stored. He opened the drawer and took out the two cold and stiff bodies.
After being frozen, their bodies turned an abnormal blue color, their lips turned black, and their eyes were closed tightly.
"Sister, you are back!"
"Jiajia, Yiyi, it's time to eat~"
In my mind, my sister's cute and lively face and Grandma Wang's kind and warm smile kept reappearing, Han Jia clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her flesh, her eyes became red again, tears fell silently, and her whole body was shaking.
Su Mo sighed softly. He could imagine how sad and sad Han Jia must be feeling at this moment.
“Su Mo~”
Han Jia wiped her tears and turned to look at Su Mo. Her beautiful eyes were now full of coldness and hatred:
"How can we kill all the aberrations in the world."< br>
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Become strong, become strong enough, and you can kill them."
Han Jia has an S-level supernatural talent. As long as she If he breaks through to level B, he will surpass Wildfire's Supreme and God of War and become the strongest person in the continent.
Of course, the strongest person has the ability to integrate all forces and jointly destroy the aberrations.
"Becoming stronger~"
Han Jia murmured, a dark red fire flashed in her pupils. Now, she could feel an extraordinary power contained in her body. It was so blazing and domineering that it seemed to be able to burn. Everything.
Although she doesn’t know where this power comes from, she no longer cares. As long as she can become stronger, as long as she can kill all the aberrations and avenge her uncles, grandmothers and sisters in the town, she will fall into the abyss again. how?
“I want to become stronger, help me!”
Han Jia looked straight at Su Mo, her pupils slightly red, her eyes full of desire for power.
Su Mo nodded heavily: "Okay!"
Even if Han Jia didn't say anything, he would help her improve her strength. In this cruel world, only strength is the foundation.
After receiving Su Mo's affirmative answer, the red light in Han Jia's eyes faded slightly. She turned around and looked down at her sister and Grandma Wang, as if she wanted to engrav their faces deeply in her mind.
Su Mo quietly stepped away, leaving Han Jia alone. Then, he walked to Li Wucheng's side, sat down, picked up the bottle of wine, took a deep sip, and exhaled the alcohol.
“When Lao Fang left, he smiled happily.”
Li Wucheng spoke slowly, his originally clear voice now becoming extremely hoarse.
"I am the only one who knows how much pain Lao Fang has endured in these years. He has habitual insomnia and often wakes up from nightmares."
Li Wucheng took out a watch from his pocket. It was Fang Hao's watch. The mirror was a little broken and stained with blood. He couldn't help but reappear in his mind the scene of his friend fighting bloody battles and laughing heroically before his death. It was the first time that he saw Fang Hao smiling so happily and unrestrainedly, taking off all the pretense and pressure on him, as if he had returned to the young and enthusiastic new executive seven years ago.
Su Mo silently took another sip of wine, looked at the huge word "Fang Hao" on the cabinet, and said quietly:
"Fang Hao is a hero."
"Hero~"
Li Wucheng smiled, his smile was so bitter, "Old Fang said that his previous dream was to become a hero, but he ended up being After seven years of being a bear, he is now fine. His dream has come true, but he is no longer here.”
“Because of that incident, Lao Fang never got married and had no descendants. He is a hero. , it may not take long for you to be forgotten."
"Old Fang, are you really worth being a hero?" Li Wucheng's eyes were red, and his voice was filled with sadness.
His best friend has left him forever, and his grief is no less than the death of a relative.
No one can drink with him anymore, no one can yell with him about the injustice of the world, and no one can he trust without reservation.
Su Mo patted Li Wucheng on the shoulder, his eyes were deep and cold.
Aberrations, all sorrow and suffering come from aberrations.
Killing all the aberrations is not only Han Jia's obsession, but now it has also become a goal that he must achieve.
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"Salute!"
Following Raymond's order, all the executive officers and soldiers of Shelter 11 bowed and saluted neatly facing the tombstone of the martyrs.
Behind them were dense crowds of people, who also followed the executives and bowed deeply toward the hero's tombstone.
“Get up!”
Suddenly, everyone stood up straight with solemn expressions.
Ley Meng placed his right fist on his temple and said in a sonorous voice:
“The soul of the hero, be with me.”
“The soul of the hero, be with me. ! ! ”
Thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices piercing the sky, and the faint sunlight penetrated the dark clouds and covered the tombstone with a golden veil.
After the funeral ceremony, the executive officers returned to the Executive Division, waiting for orders from the new director Raymond.
Raymond looked at everyone, still maintaining his concise and concise style:
"Everyone, the post-disaster reconstruction work of the shelter cannot be delayed. Next, the first group will be responsible for the DC area, and the second group will be responsible for District XC, ensure that construction proceeds normally, and anyone who takes advantage of the chaos must be severely punished."
"Yes!"
Everyone said in unison.
The damage to the infrastructure of Shelter 11 was not particularly serious. Most of the damage was caused by the battle between giant pangolins. However, after the disaster, thousands of families lost their loved ones and people's hearts became unstable. It is very possible that it was because of something. Conflicts break out over trivial matters. Therefore, the current main task of the executive officer is to appease the people and act as a deterrent.
Just as Shelter 11 was being rebuilt in an orderly manner, Carlos, the former director, began his difficult escape journey.
(End of this chapter)