While Song Lan and Lu Xiang were discussing the bad woman, an emergency meeting in the first district was coming to an end.

The atmosphere in the venue was solemn, and the director of the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau and the head of the rescuer department attended the meeting.

However, these managers, who are usually high-minded, were reprimanded by the old man sitting at the chief and were speechless.

A series of names are projected in the holographic projection, along with the photo corresponding to each name.

Beers, Jolena, Executioner X, Deng Lun, T......

No one present was unfamiliar with these names.

Beerce, an inconspicuous corporate person, took advantage of loopholes in the system to almost bring down three large companies; Qiao Lianna, a newcomer to the border city network supervision department, used her power to destroy the border network barriers of the coalition government during her tenure, and once allowed a large amount of information from the "outside world" to flow into the territory of the coalition government; Executioner X, an insignificant middleman, has become a nightmare for politicians, and no one knows how he has bypassed the tight security and kidnapped the target of his execution from the tight security measures; Deng Lun and T, the mercenary apprentices, once climbed to the top of the Lionheart Military Technology Building and destroyed the entire building with tactical nuclear bombs.

What they all have in common is that before they did these amazing things, they were all little people who would not be noticed at all.

They are nothing more than a number in the eyes of the Council, but they have acted extremely restless and unforgivable.

Behind the scenes, it is 'justice' that guides them.

It claims to be so self-proclaimed, and until now, no one knows what its real name is or how it was born, everything about it is a mystery.

And now, among these names, I am afraid to add Angley Suffron again.

Former three-star rescuer, a fringe figure in the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations, had no chance of this name appearing in the Senate's sights before the events in District 7 erupted.

The gray-haired old man sat in the chair of the meeting, his left eye had no pupil, only the white part of his eye, the shocking scar spread across the left half of his face, he was wearing a military uniform, and on his chest were countless medals, these medals that symbolized honor alone were enough to overwhelm the rest of the room.

He was a veteran of the Third War and has been present in every foreign war since the establishment of the coalition government.

At this moment, this veteran of countless wars is looking at the image refracted by the projection, and his right hand gently brushes the scar on the left side of his face.

This was a parting gift from Justice, and to this day, the scar still aches faintly when he thinks of these names.

In fact, on the day of his injury, the Council offered him a variety of top-notch treatment options.

The broken skin could be implanted with epidermis, and the blind left eye could be replaced with a more convenient prosthetic eye, but he rejected all treatment options, leaving the ugly scar on his face forever.

For him, this is not only the mark of war, but also the invisible bond between him and "justice".

Just like now, far away in the first district, he vaguely sensed the existence of the other party, and at this moment, the fate of the whole world was focused on a young man named Angel Suffron.

When he was young, the veteran never believed in fate, never thought that when he reached his twilight years, he became more and more prone to crankiness.

Perhaps this was the bond between 'justice' and him, and although there was no direct evidence, his intuition convinced him that this time 'justice' was coming for him.

"Needless to say."

After a long time, the veteran said, "I must go to the seventeenth district." ”

He made a decision.

If fate really exists, now is the time to face each other calmly.

A strong premonition guides him, and those secrets that he did not know in the past will also emerge in front of his eyes one after another.

"But, Lord Longinus, the prosthetic doctor says that your body is no longer fit for combat."

"There are now two six-star rescuers in District 17, and we have also sent a large number of people, and the situation is under our control."

"Our agents have found out about Angel's whereabouts, and we will have a few more days to apprehend him!"

"If you feel the need, we can try to convince the Council to continue sending Six Star Rescuers to support."

The decision of the veterans broke the dead silence of the venue, and the silent people all persuaded each other.

They were all men who had come from the Third War, had witnessed the long trajectory of the coalition government, and in their minds, Longinus existed like a beacon, and even the name itself was given to him by the people of the New World according to the texts of the Old World.

For a long time, Longinus was synonymous with strength, and they even felt at ease with him in charge.

However, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he still belongs to the category of human beings, and the sacred name in the scriptures does not give the veteran eternal life.

They also rely on the results of biopharmaceutical companies to experience today's scenery with their own eyes.

After all, human beings cannot compete with the baptism of time, and every warrior has a day when he will grow old.

And now, undoubtedly, is the worst time to strike – even for the uninitiated, they can easily make a more rational judgment than Longinus.

"Six-Star Rescuers are our most important asset, don't treat them like consumables that can be replaced at any time."

Longinus stopped the crowd.

He had heard of a series of recent events and had serious grievances with the commanders who had made the deployments.

Because of the intelligence error, the coalition government lost the barren bone in vain, although their spy desperately brought the barren bone's body back to the core city, but the lack of a central chip made it difficult for him to regain consciousness in a short time.

What is even more tragic is that the people in front of me are still repeating these mistakes.

Easily send six-star rescuers to areas lacking intelligence support, and trap them in dangerous encounters.

This is by no means the way they have been fighting for a long time.

'Angre Safron is not the point, even if he is beaten, there will be others who will pop up.

The majestic sound made the venue silent.

The senators had different faces, and they realized that the veteran had made a decision, and he knew better than anyone what he was doing at the moment.

This will most likely be the last important decision he will ever make.

"We think of them as demons, but after all these years, who of you knows how they came to be?"

(End of chapter)