Watching Pleskin disappear into the night sky with Beasley in his arms, Lieutenant Colonel Martin waved his hand and gave a weak order: "Evacuate the defensive line, take all our people away, and leave the rest to the local police, we have done enough this night!" With that, he got into the car, started, and headed off into the distance, behind him were some military vehicles, carrying soldiers to follow him, this mission was really terrible. At the end was a car dedicated to transporting the remains of soldiers, and more than 30 soldiers were killed this time.

Even in a small-scale war with those countries in the Middle East, it is impossible to kill more than 30 people, which is almost unbearable for the current US military. It was a serious accident, and Lieutenant Colonel Martin, who led the team, was the victim of the accident, and he will be sent to a court-martial, where he will be sentenced to prison for the end of his military career. Someone has to be held accountable for this operation, and Lieutenant Colonel Martin is undoubtedly a very good scapegoat.

Watching the U.S. troops leave one after another, at this time, the sky has begun to light up, and a glimmer of light slowly emerges in the hazy skyline, and with the withdrawal of the army, some people who are ready to evacuate and those who have been evacuated on the road have returned to their homes one after another.

They witnessed last night's clashes. Although the local police and military asked them to keep their mouths shut, there were still people who secretly recorded some of the clips, and it was impossible to fool everyone.

"It's all gone, it's time for us to go!" Gicaro struggled to his feet. Then they pulled Steve up, and they were badly wounded, but they didn't go with the army. The departure of the army cleaned up the battlefield, and the X-17 man was a joke in the battle, and Beasley didn't even think of him as a heavyweight and easily annihilated him in one fell swoop.

Despite this, the wreckage of X-17 was also cleaned up and sealed by the military. Although there are still some scorched places, there are some unusual things that have happened here. There is basically no sign of a battle. Even the bullet casings were taken.

Gicaro and Steve helped each other to the town, where their car was still parked, and the good news was that it was still there. But the bad news is that the two of them are in terrible condition, and the fuel tank has been punctured by bullets, and the car is no longer moving. Fortunately, there are still some residents of the town, when they go home. Seeing two people like this. They were enthusiastic to keep them and contact the doctor.

But they refused, this is not the place they should be. Fortunately, someone lent them one of his old pickup trucks, a man in his fifties, who looked burly, with a thick waist and abdomen, typical of the image of an American big old man.

"Drive away, or throw it away. Or buy whatever you want. The old man shook his head and said to them, as if to sigh. Looks like you were involved in that fight last night, and it's a terrible state! ”

"Yes, we are also involved, but ...... As you can see, it turns out that it's useless for us to go there, so we should be less impulsive! Gicaro smiled at the old man, "Still, thank you, this is the key to my car, the fuel tank is repaired, and it can still be used!" He threw the key to the old man.

The old man took it, looked at it, and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is still a famous car, thank you!" "The car is a Lincoln SUVS car, the kind that is relatively wide and comfortable, all the old men took it with some eyebrows and smiles, he didn't say anything, anyway, it can be seen that these two don't care too much about what kind of car this car is.

Gicaro and Steve are on the road in an old-fashioned car, and they must make it back to Los Angeles as long as they can, and then heal their injuries, which may affect their future abilities after this big fight. But Gicaro doesn't care about these things anymore, even if he loses his superpowers, so what does it matter?

At the same time, Pleskine was already on the road, and instead of blatantly taking the road, he took the ordinary remote road, even if it was a mountain road. All he asked for was safety, safety first, and he didn't want to expose his position and bring some trouble to Zhen Fan.

"Put me down!" A relatively weak voice came, and after Pleskine climbed a hill, he put Beasley down, he couldn't move for a long time, only his eyes were slightly open, looking at the sky with some astigmatism, the grass on the hillside was softer, and in the shade of the trees under the sun, it made people feel cooler, Beasley opened his mouth slightly.

Pleskine put him down and sat down on the grass beside him, looking into the distance, without even looking at Beasley. Looking at the woods and meadows down the hillside, Plesskin felt a special sense of peace.

"I'm going to die, just bury me here!" Beasley said to himself, "For the sake of the two of us working together, quietly bury me, I don't need an epitaph, I don't need a tombstone or a coffin, just let me kiss with the dirt." ”

"Are you a poet?" Pleskine bit the grass roots, and then squirted out, "I know what you're talking about, isn't it just a dead and just find a pit to bury?" I can hear it clearly, so why be so sensational? I don't have any psychological burden to kill you, but I can live a little quiet! ”

"You're a bastard!" Beasley cursed, and suddenly coughed violently, and then spit out blood from his mouth, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Pleskin, and when he wanted to say something, suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted farther and landed on his chest, and before his finger could be raised, he fell to the grass.

His eyes widened, and he just looked at the sky and died.

Beasley died, and Pleskine turned his head to look at his corpse, and suddenly felt something sour in his eyes, but he still sat there quietly for a long time. Then he got up, walked over to Beasley's side, and held up his two hands. Dragged his body into the woods.

Digging a pit was an easy task, for Pleskine, but he dug slowly and carefully until it was deep, and then kicked Beasley's body into the pit and looked at him. He said, "Sleep well, so you don't kill people." As he spoke, he began to fill in the earth, and the dirt slowly fell on Beasley's body. Slowly, the land was filled.

Pleiskin sprinkled some dead branches and fallen leaves on the land to cover it up as if there was nothing at all, just another month, or a shower of rain. It's going to be the same place here. I can't see anything, there's still a person buried here. A man who once gave the US military and the FBI a headache and suffered heavy casualties.

Pleiskin didn't leave any mark here, he didn't want to come here again, he had his own destiny, he wouldn't miss anyone, but he would definitely let himself live well. In fact...... Getting rid of Beasley, how much more about freeing yourself from a nightmare person and an unspeakable experience?

The U.S. government and military were tight-lipped about what happened that night. Didn't even mention going after another one called Thea? Plesskin's accomplice. Although they already knew, this Thea? Pleskine was the one who saved the American army and the town. But they did not come out to sing praises and did not issue wanted warrants.

Perhaps people in the government and the military know that although Plesskin saved them, after all, he was also a wanted criminal who gave them headaches, so it is embarrassing to say that he saved the GIs and people of the United States. But they also knew that they couldn't even deal with Beasley, let alone Pleskine, so they didn't plan to alarm this guy when Plesskin hadn't done anything angry in the United States. This is considered to be good, you don't mess with me, take it honestly, and I won't mess with you.

This is almost a tacit understanding between them and Pleskin. So when Pleskin made it all the way back to Los Angeles, there was hardly anyone from the government or the military to bother him. But that doesn't mean there is no one to monitor him. Along the way, Pleskine was at their watchful side. But when he arrived in Los Angeles, the surveillance agents suddenly lost track of him.

A park in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

It's already afternoon. A man sat on a bench, looking at the sparse figure in the park, and a young mother pushed a stroller past him, and Pleskin subconsciously craned his neck to look at the baby in the stroller. With a white, lovely fat face and two chubby hands, the baby apparently saw Pleskin's stretched neck and the face, and laughed.

Pleskin laughed too, as did the young mother with the stroller. He said to Pleskin, "It seems that you are a good father who likes babies." Is your child that old too? ”

"No, I'm sorry ma'am, I don't have children yet." Pleskine smiled regretfully, "But...... That still doesn't stop me from liking children like this, they're angels! ”

"Yes, she's always been my little angel." The young mother said, then to Pleskin, "There will be children, but ...... You have to find a girlfriend who can have children. But...... You're so handsome, you must already have a girlfriend, don't you? Life is very generous, but ...... I'm leaving, goodbye, I like men like you! As she spoke, the woman waved her hand and pushed the stroller away.

Priskin was safe in the chair again. Closing his eyes, with a hint of a smile on his face, he was moved by the baby's smile just now, something soft that had never been before, and his heart was full of expansion.

Yes, it's really time to find a woman to live with for the rest of your life. Maybe...... Now is a good opportunity. Pleskin nodded slightly, then looked at his watch, then at the sky, which was slowly getting dark. He looked around and didn't find Zhen Fan's shadow. With a sigh of regret, he was ready to stand up and leave.

"You're very good!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. He looked back in surprise and saw a figure standing there quietly, then looking at him with a smile.

"You already have the Dao heart that a cultivator has." The man walked over slowly and looked at him, "From today onwards, you will be my apprentice!" ”

"Really?" Pleskin shouted in disbelief, then respectfully saluted Zhen Fan and shouted, "Master—"

When he raised his head, he saw the smile on Zhen Fan's face. (To be continued......)