My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 821 - 820: Cemetery (2/2)

"Haha! Awesome! Just awesome!" Qin Zhiyuan watched the news on TV, punching the air with excitement.

"After all these years, we finally made those white hairs suffer! Awesome! Just awesome! Let's see how they'll handle this time! Want to bully our Flame Country? No way!" Qin Zhiyuan exclaimed excitedly.

Old Zhuo came down from upstairs, looked at the scene, and his face turned somewhat somber.

Seeing Old Zhuo, Qin Zhiyuan immediately waved him over and said, "Old Zhuo, come here quickly and take a look. It's so satisfying! Really satisfying! Those arrogant guys from the Empire have been humbled this time. It's truly enjoyable to watch, absolutely thrilling!"

Old Zhuo smiled awkwardly, sat down, and watched the news broadcast, not knowing what to say.

"If you ask me, Asura Hall is a hero! A hero of our Flame Country! This act is so relieving, truly relieving. If it were back in our day, I'd really want to write a letter to the leaders and request honors for them!" Qin Zhiyuan said excitedly.

Old Zhuo let out a bitter laugh and said, "That's not necessarily true. They might just have a grudge against the Northern Federation; this could be a coincidence. Besides, if you request honors for them, they might not even be from Flame Country!"

Qin Zhiyuan looked at Old Zhuo and said, "Whether they're from Flame Country or not, let's not discuss; doing such a deed is a merit! Besides, they might just be from Flame Country! You think I don't know? Experts are analyzing on TV now; the information about Asura Hall is being dug up. It's said they once openly declared they're allied with Flame Country, saying targeting Flame Country means targeting their Asura Hall! Someone who can say such words, if not a Flame Country person, who else?"

"That's not necessarily true," Old Zhuo said softly.

"Hey!" Qin Zhiyuan widened his eyes, staring at Old Zhuo and said, "Why don't you believe in them? These people have sacrificed, haven't they? They're considered heroes, right? Even if not, they deserve at least a martyr's monument!"

Old Zhuo frowned and said, "That's not guaranteed! No one has been found yet; they might have left long ago!"

Qin Zhiyuan shook his head, "How can one possibly escape in such circumstances? We aren't inexperienced kids who haven't seen war. We know the actual power of such weapons. If someone is within the explosion range, they'd be blasted to pieces, and in high temperatures, they'd be burned to ash. How can they find the people? Especially as the TV shows now, someone hit by a bullet still speaks; with such high explosive force and large caliber weapons at such a close distance, they'd either be blasted through or shattered. No chance to speak, really..."

Halfway through, Qin Zhiyuan noticed Old Zhuo's extremely gloomy face and stopped, looked at him confusedly, and asked, "Old Zhuo, what's wrong? Not feeling well? Want me to call a doctor for you?"

"No need!" Old Zhuo waved his hand, stood up, and said solemnly, "I have to go out for something."

After speaking, he ignored Qin Zhiyuan and walked out briskly, telling the guards, "Prepare the car!"

Getting into the car, the driver asked, "Old Zhuo, where to?"

"Cemetery!" Old Zhuo said solemnly.

"Cemetery..." The driver and the guard both paused, glanced at each other, puzzled.

Why go to the cemetery at this time? It's not Old Zhuo's son's death anniversary.

However, neither dared to ask much, and they set off.

Half an hour later.

Cemetery.

Old Zhuo got out of the car and told them, "Wait here, I'm going alone!"

Everyone exchanged a look, hesitating, but Old Zhuo had already started walking up.

Old Zhuo kept walking until he reached Zhuo Jingyu's grave, standing silently.

Old Zhuo's aged face showed a trace of sadness.

After a long time, Old Zhuo parted his dry lips and with a hoarse voice said, "Son... have you met your brother down there?"

Actually, old folks like them understood.

Like Qin Zhiyuan said, they weren't inexperienced in war, unaware of those weapons' power.

The real power of weapons far exceeds people's imagination.

The emergence of thermal weapons was a disaster for humanity.

When such mighty weapons hit a ship and explode, the power generated is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Now many media outlets didn't state the facts; they just saw the search going on and went along with it.

Actually, they also understood the reason for not finding anyone might be that in the explosion, those people had already turned to dust.

Quite a few people understood.

But everyone, like Old Zhuo now, was unwilling to believe, unwilling to accept such a fact.

Looking at Zhuo Jingyu's tombstone, Old Zhuo seemed to return to the day when he met Yang Chen here.

Thinking of Yang Chen's appearance back then, Old Zhuo couldn't help but smile slightly.

He spoke to the tombstone, "Child, do you remember how Xiaochen evaluated you then? He said you are a hero..."

"Perhaps you don't know that now he has become your brother. I recognized him as my godson. He treats me well, and we have a great relationship, like true father and son, with plenty of topics to talk about. He's really outstanding; I finally understand why you nurtured him fiercely back then; he's truly a promising talent."

"He didn't let you down. Now, he can be called the world's best King Wei. Moreover, your Wolf Fang Squad has now become the Dragon Tooth Squad, making all guard organizations worldwide tremble in fear! You and he brought them up. I'm proud of you both!"

"Additionally... Although I don't know what relationship Xiaochen has with Asura Hall, he went to Lijia Continent, and I feel these things must be related to him. And... I'm now suspicious... this event might be connected to him. Such a style seems very much like his."

"I know the old chief surely knows, maybe even arranged it. But he definitely won't tell me."

"Child! Xiaochen is still young; I really don't want him to meet any mishaps. He's truly outstanding, with a future limitless and beyond estimation. Please bless him through this tough time... But if... I'm just saying if... if you meet him... send me a dream, let me know, because many of us are still waiting for him..."

...

Old Zhuo muttered to the tombstone for a long time.

An hour later, Old Zhuo glanced at the empty tombstone beside Zhuo Jingyu, silent.

After a long pause, Old Zhuo descended the mountain.

All guards immediately approached.

Old Zhuo told the guard, "I left a spot beside Jingyu earlier; now, contact the manager and contract out all sixteen positions around him."

"Contract the cemetery?" The guard was stunned, "This..."

"That's an order!" Old Zhuo said coldly, and he pulled open the car door and got in.