“…… Earlier today, President Francis personally attended a fundraiser by Caring for Soldiers' Psychological Trauma and delivered a speech at the rally, calling on people not to exclude people with PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), and at the press conference that followed, President Francis did not respond positively when asked about the details of Ling Yu, a Coalition hero who saved Paris two years ago and made outstanding contributions in Washington, was under wanted control...... News link: "Heroes and Demons - Those Wanted Controlled Alliances TF" ......"

-- Alliance Weekend

***

"That's it."

Logan. Craig dropped the pen on the table, then handed the report in front of him to the ordnance officer, "You know I hate endless paperwork. ”

"I hate it when you use your million-dollar gliding hunter backpack as a disposable boomerang," Uncle Ordnance Administrator stroked his beard, which had been extinguished, and touched his beard, which he hadn't shaved in a long time, "Do you know how many nice things I have to say to you in my report every time?" ”

"I told you you don't have to pay attention to the office kings who only complain." Logan shook his hand and smiled indifferently, "If you have the ability, let them lock me up, and see who on the entire front line can reach the frontline support point within 13 minutes." ”

"Alright, alright, I know you're amazing, big hero." The Administrator hadn't intended his admonition to have any practical effect, especially in the face of the former number one hero of the Alliance...... of companions at the time.

"This is the news you want, there is nothing nutritious, Ling Yu is like the world has evaporated, either he went to the ACA, or he is in the nuclear contaminated area of the Middle East, but considering the number of princesses. It was not difficult for him to evade the surveillance of the Alliance. ”

The uncle took out a storage disk, threw it to Logan, and the blond young man caught it, and then inserted it into his watch, but did not open it, but looked up and smiled. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank you for, my daughter wrote to you last month to see you." The uncle shook his head, "If it weren't for you in Paris, where would she have had the opportunity to dream all day long?" ”

"It's old, there's nothing to talk about." Logan shook his head with a smile and shook his hand lightly, "Then the rest of the formalities will be left to you." ”

"Wrap it up on me." The uncle picked up the text on the table, turned around and put it in the cabinet behind him. Without waiting for Logan to leave, he added, "Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask, since you want to know Ling Yu's whereabouts so much, why don't you go to him, the Schiller family is not so down that they can't handle such a simple request from you." ”

"Come on, I'm not gay. Why do you want to follow those little girls who think about adolescence and run around the streets chasing a big man's ass. ”

Logan grumbled loudly, then lifted the flight helmet on the table. Turned around and walked out of the armory door.

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

The uncle muttered, and instead of looking at Logan's back, he took out a lighter and re-lit a cigarette.

On the side of the lighter, there is a Prism Squad badge that has been somewhat painted, from the Paris incident two years ago. A gift from his daughter.

It is a pity that two years later, this name, which was once hailed by the people of Paris like the savior, has almost disappeared without a trace.

***

It's just Logan. Craig's ordinary day.

Logan thought he had seen hell, but when he came here. He knew what hell really was.

The Allies made a marked breakthrough on all fronts, and only on the Italian and Alpine fronts did both sides show astonishing determination, a full division was brought up, and a week later less than a battalion was withdrawn.

At first the French, then the Germans, and finally, even the Americans joined the front, but they did not shake the slightest bit, and only countless death notices were distributed around the world.

Logan took a deep breath, but felt lucky.

Lying on the cold marching bed, the young man, who had always paid attention to his image, raised his hand and wiped a handful of greasy hair that had not been washed for several days, touched his stubble again, reached out and pulled open the bedside table next to him, and turned out a piece of paper in a large pile of drugs that calmed the nerves and forced sleep.

There are no photographs, even this only group photo was cut out of newspapers, and the newspapers were even sent by the daughter of the uncle of the armory.

The six people in the photo, standing on the empty tarmac of Charles de Gaulle Airport, are smiling so brightly.

"Actually, we don't know about war, and we think that if we are TF, we can come and go freely, right?"

Rogan stretched out his fingers, and the smoke-filled fingertips touched the face of the flaxen-haired girl, and Rogan laughed self-deprecatingly.

yes, who would save the world if they weren't absolutely confident in their own strength?

But where you are most confident, it often suddenly destroys the world you are familiar with!

There are many ways for a person to forget about his pain, and one of the best ways is to throw himself into an even more miserable environment, and Logan often goes to the field hospital, and he even feels lucky in the screams and wails of the wounded.

He wasn't the only one destroyed by the war.

Maybe he was psychopathic, but when he looked at the eyes in the hospital that had lost their luster with struggle, despair, pain and nostalgia, and when he was sorting through the relics, he saw the letters and promises that he had not had time to answer, and he felt not sadness, but peace.

Logan backhanded the newspaper back in the drawer, reaching out to shield his eyes, even though only a dim yellow lamp was lit in the dark room.

"Didi-Di-"

Suddenly, there was a shrill beep from the communicator on the bedside.

"Didi-Di-"

Logan didn't want to pay attention, but the communicator struggled to make a sound like a gritty warrior, trying to draw the attention of the person lying on the bed.

"I'm Logan, I won't be on duty tomorrow, you'd better have a higher rank than me, otherwise you're going to die because you disturb my rest."

Rogan lay on the bed, reaching out and fumbling for the answer button on the communicator. He was not joking, for for a year and a half, he had taken to the hospital not a hundred but eighty.

"Admiral enough, Richter."

A familiar voice came into his ears, and Logan was stunned for a moment, and immediately rolled off the bed and stood at the table. I also symbolically tidied up my clothes.

"Admiral Schiller." Logan raised his hand and saluted, then added, "Uncle."

Logan's father's cousin, his own cousin, commander-in-chief of the European theater of operations, Adrian. Einstein. Feng. Schiller. In the past year and a half, Logan, who is still reluctant to talk to his father, has mostly opened a lot of back doors thanks to the help of this uncle.

"It's been okay lately." Admiral Schiller nodded, but not to greet him. "There's an order for you."

"Uncle, I mean, sir." Logan frowned, "I said I don't perform any non-routine tasks. ”

"It's not my order." Schiller shook his head, but there was no look of regret on his face, "This is a direct order from the president." ”

"That Big Mom President?" Rogan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, Steve. President Harold did not request an extension of the date when his term expired in 2179 because the League and the ACA were at war, and the general election was held as usual. The new president is Deborah, a strong woman in the business world who not many people favored before the election. Francis, as a female president with no military background. The 59-year-old aunt has formed an out-and-out war cabinet, and obviously has no intention of dying down with the ACA.

"It's President Francis." Schiller shook his head with a wry smile, he was really helpless about this nephew who was more casual than the Americans, "In any case, unless you also want to become a wanted criminal, come to Berlin at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"In such a hurry?" Logan was stunned for a moment. "Is it some urgent task?"

"It's so urgent that I can't talk about it, but it has a lot of political significance." Schiller shrugged, "I know you don't like it, but just give my uncle a face, and you know I can't give the president a middle finger and then turn around and fall asleep like you." ”

"I see." Logan nodded, he didn't mean to make it difficult for this uncle, who had always been good to him, "I'm on the transport plane at 12 o'clock tonight." ”

"No, I've sent a commuter helicopter, it should be there in an hour, the details have been transmitted to you, we'll see you in Berlin." Admiral Schiller nodded, then smiled wryly, "For God's sake, take a bath, GI." ”

"Understood." Rogan gave a military salute and watched as the other turned off the comms, and Rogan glanced down at his current appearance - except for the messy hair and fine stubble, the crumpled T-shirt and the one-piece flight suit that was wrapped around his waist.

"Logan, do you think you also have a day when you hate banquets?"

With a wry smile, Logan took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom next to him.

***

"Admiral Schiller didn't come for something, I'm here to receive you, Lieutenant Colonel Logan."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Rogan finally arrived in Berlin, where it was raining, and he was greeted by the captain of the "Special Tactical Intervention Team" in the European theater. Brigadier General Rosen, in other words, is the commander-in-chief of all TF commandos in the European theater of operations.

That is, his immediate boss.

"Long time no see, Brigadier General Rosen." Rogan stretched out his hand, shook it lightly, and then took his suitcase from the helicopter, and walked into the rain-soaked Berlin in the same officer uniform that he had only worn three times.

"Is there any emergency?"

Stirling's lieutenant held up an umbrella for Rogan, while Sterling himself held one, and when the two men walked to Sterling's parked jeep in the pouring rain, Rogan asked a straightforward question.

On the way here, Logan had already realized the problem, if it was a social drinking party, he didn't have to pull himself over so late, there should be some urgent task.

"It's a direct order from the president, and you'll know when you arrive." Sterling was very stern, but he got into the car with Logan, and the black jeep drove through the streets of Berlin and directly to where the theater command was located.

Getting out of the car, Logan walked into the headquarters with his suitcase, and after verifying, Sterling led him to the door of a conference room.

"Listen to Logan," Sterling said suddenly, stopping and grabbing Logan, then looking him in the eye.

"Admiral Schiller has something for me to explain to you."

"How?" Rogan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his mind.

"This is a direct order from the president, as an allied soldier, you can't refuse, I know you can run away, but Admiral Schiller has made a guarantee, for the sake of the general, don't be too impulsive, anyway, we have taken care of you for so long."

"I understand," looking at Sterling's gaze, Rogan was clearly aware of the severity of the problem, he took a deep breath, was silent for a moment, and showed a wry smile, "But I knew that old fellow's bait wasn't that easy to swallow." ”

"Complaining is complaining, remember that this is not your problem." The poker-faced Sterling didn't care about Logan's joke, but raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on." ”

"Hmm."

Logan nodded, and Sterling pointed to the door to the conference room.

"Go ahead."

Logan didn't hesitate, he pushed open the door of the conference room, and the moment he walked into the conference room, he saw a girl in a white uniform with her back to the door, drowning herself in the electronic board and holographic screen.

The girl's hair was as red as a flame.

"Yo, Richter."

The red-haired girl turned around, raised her hand to take off her black-rimmed glasses, and sat down on the conference table with her legs crossed, "Long time no see." ”

"I knew it wasn't going to happen......"

The surprise didn't linger on Logan's face for long, and then turned into disgust.

"Charlotte. Cromwell. ”

Eighteen years later, the two met again. (To be continued......)

PS: Regarding Charlotte's question, careful book friends will find that this character did not fall from the sky, and the first volume mentions many times that Rogan has an "engaged fiancée", which is Charlotte...... So you don't have to guess why Charlotte approached Logan, do you still need to guess?