Three days later, at the military hospital.
Sunlight shone into the ward through the chiffon curtains, and the white and clean walls reflected a halo. A bouquet of white flowers in front of the ward still had dew on them, emitting a faint fragrance that refreshed the heart. The nurse's voice floated in through the ajar door crack.
"The patient in Room 416 is going through the discharge procedures today. Tell the director to prepare the form.”
" He's still awake despite being injured like that. This person is really…"
"Shh!" The head nurse turned to look at the ward and scolded," Go do your work!”
The person inside might be a first-class merit worker since the founding of the country. Not only could he attract the attention of the local government, but he could also be promoted in the military.
Compared to the third-class merit, as long as one did not do anything illegal in the army, one could basically obtain third-class merit. However, in addition to the physical fitness of the soldiers, second-class merit could also achieve good results in the military competition.
However, first-class merit points required one to obtain an excellent ranking in a world-class competition. One also had to be able to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the country's safety. In the end, one had to fight despite knowing that there was danger. Only then would one have a chance to obtain first-class merit points.
However, ordinary people said that first-class merit was like a stone in front of the gates of hell. Obtaining first-class merit was nothing more than walking in front of the gates of hell. Moreover, it was quite difficult to obtain first-class merit at present. However, there were also very few people who obtained first-class merit, but most of them were either injured or disabled.
Long Huan didn't react at all. He remained in the same position as when he had just woken up, and everything that had happened three days ago seemed to be reflected in the depths of his pupils.
A moment later, the door of the ward was pushed open with a clang, and someone strode in. Long Huan didn't turn his head, and the man stopped when he realized that he was beside him."Comrade Longhuan!"
Jiang Yong looked at Zhuang Yan, who was still standing beside him with a shocked expression.
Jiang Yong's forehead was very wide, and there were three deep wrinkles clearly carved on it. The wrinkles seemed to hide the severe experience and the torment of the vicissitudes of life.
He was an old criminal police officer. No matter what time it was, his police uniform was always neatly dressed.
"Where are the others?"
However, Longhuan's face was filled with indifference."They're all dead."
"What?" Jiang Yong had a puzzled expression.
"I'm talking about my comrades! My colleague! They're all f * cking dead!"
Longhuan rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Yong's collar, his eyes red as he roared.
Yes, it was.
In the process of pursuing the drug dealers, all the people he had worked with were completely wiped out!
"Second Yuan is gone! Shun Jin was gone! Old Fulin was gone too! It's all f * cking gone…"
Longhuan released his grip on Jiang Yong's hand weakly, and his long hair fell heavily on Jiang Yong's body.
Tears as big as beans fell from her eyes.
For the first time in his life, Longhuan felt pain…
Brothers were a kind of feeling. When people were in trouble, a little help would be precious.
When he first entered the police station.
He was penniless and could not even pay the rent of 500 yuan a month in the border town.
It was his brother who had helped him.
Free co-renting.
At that time, he was not a captain. He was just a newcomer to the police station, but someone was willing to help him for free. That was the first time he felt the warmth of the human world since he entered society.
But now, the brothers they had spent more than a year with were all dead…
Jiang Yong raised his hands helplessly and looked at Zhuang Yan from time to time.
"This…"
Zhuang Yan understood and strode forward to Long Huan's side, reaching out his right hand that had become extremely rough due to the long time he had held the spear.
"Hello, Comrade Longhuan."
Zhuang Yan was equally calm.
"I understand your feelings very well, but a dead person cannot be resurrected. Just like the ever-changing battlefield, you can never predict whether the person who will die in the next moment will be yourself, your enemy, or your teammates who have been with you for many years.”
" Death happens often. Perhaps the location is different, but the mood is always the same. We will never have enough time and the possibility of being immersed in the pain of death. You need to use more practical actions to avenge your deceased comrades.”
"And now, I officially invite you to join Lone Wolf Group B.”
[Host has awakened. System reboots…]
The activation is complete. The Divine Level Gift Bag System, signed in for seven days. It aims to train top-notch special forces soldiers and strive to improve the host's strength.
The slogan of the system was, there was no strongest, only stronger.
[Novice reward: Eagle Eye, Soldier King's Aura]
"Who's talking?"
Longhuan raised his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked around vigilantly.
"Lone Wolf Team B's top soldier, Zhuang Yan."
He pulled back his aching right hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, and rubbed it while looking at Long Huan with a burning gaze.
Long Huan's aura had almost affected his mood and movements!
This was the ability of a top-notch special forces soldier!
Although Long Huan had already experienced a life-and-death situation, he was still a first-class police officer.
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