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Today, the regular tour bus line in the cemetery was blocked, and the black car carrying Zhou Jia passed through the blocked section and drove to the depths of the cemetery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThey stopped on the side of the road and waited, and after a while, a large funeral caravan slowly approached, pulled by six white horses riding side by side, and immediately sat an officer, and behind the car was a coffin covered with an American flag.

Eight honor guard officers walked the honor guard steps, carried the coffin up the grass step by step, and walked towards the family members and mourners waiting by the tombstone under the big tree.

A tall, white-haired pastor began to preach with a Bible in hand, talking eloquently, and the family members were tear-jerking. Afterwards, a scottish bagpipe whistles in the wind, followed by a marching band.

Zhou Jia didn't get out of the car, but she could see her teacher. Under the tree, a little away from the mourners, Lan Shien stood under the American flag and the Air Force flag, and beside him stood several officers, dressed in Air Force uniforms and white gloves, with one hand firmly behind their backs and the other on their chests, saluting the cemetery.

Lan Shien is a big man of more than 1.9 meters, even among these officers, he is very conspicuous, he wears sunglasses, but he doesn't really want to block the sun. The director of District 51 always has a special status, and even if he is blocked, he still has to avoid being accidentally photographed by tourists' cameras.

The teacher was still so energetic, with a slender and sturdy body, wearing a straight-scaled dark dress, with a thin mustache, sideburns and beard mixed with some white, and he looked slightly older than the last time they met. If you think about it, it is never possible for someone who sits in his position to be calm.

Seven soldiers armed with salute guns raised their guns in unison and pointed them to the sky, then pulled the trigger and fired one, two, and three shots...... Six gunshots rang out in the sky.

The ceremonial scene passed, the funeral was over, and Lan Shien finished the polite words that should be said to the people attending the funeral. He walked towards Zhou Jia's car, and she had already gotten out of the car and waited on the side of the road.

He smiled slightly, looking intently at the little figure.

Walking to the side of the car, just as an agent wanted to help open the car door, Lan Shien waved his hand.

"Xiao Jia, take two steps with me!" After saying to Zhou Jia, he turned his head and asked, "I think, where can we go?" This question was obviously said to the black-clothed agent, who had white headphones in his ears, and after getting the confirmation information from them, he nodded.

Lan Shien's profession is clearly imprinted on that stern and kind face, which makes people feel that this person is a "professor" at which university. He speaks with a resolute attitude, while his voice is full of magnetism. I heard that when he was teaching at Stanford University, many female students were captivated by his melodious but unobtrusive voice.

The two walked side by side. Security guards from the Secret Service were on the alert not far away, and the black Oldsmobile aerodynamic vehicle followed them slowly.

No one spoke, and the silence was oppressive. Zhou Jia was going to wait for him to say something before asking, but found that he had already opened his mouth. "That Claire Rickon turned out to be the teacher's subordinate?"

This question is not like a question.

Lan Shien turned his head to look at her, "She's excellent, isn't she?" he said. He was smiling.

Zhou Jia knew that not everyone could get such a high evaluation from his teacher, and he was a person who would not casually comment on others. In front of him was a neat white cross that spread into the distance, but the white color made Zhou Jia feel anxious and nervous. She tried to breathe and relax, but found she couldn't.

Zhou Jia's thoughts went back to a few years ago: with the bankruptcy of the last wave of high-tech companies in Silicon Valley and the transfer of equity, California, which once owned Apple, Google, and Cisco, gradually declined and became a technology wasteland. When Chris returned home from the bustling city of New York, she was ridiculed by countless people, but she wanted to rejuvenate California and make it the soil for pioneering technology again. And she did it, and in a short period of time "Lancer was highly respected by the world, and she was also respected and loved by her colleagues."

I've never heard you praise Chris so much. Zhou Jia became more and more dissatisfied with Claire in his heart, and the words on his lips had already rushed out: "She threatened my friend!"

I didn't say anything, but I had an expression on my face, "If it were you, I'm afraid I'd do the same, right?"

Walking to a very remote cemetery, the tomb of Pierre Charles Lafonte, an urban planner in Washington, was lying quietly on the grass. The two of them stood here, overlooking the city planned by the owner of the tomb, and the layout of the entire city was presented in front of them. Lan Shien glanced at the city, and those magnificent buildings were actually created by the unsung heroes in the cemetery. He said slowly, "I decided to leave California...... Entering politics, in fact, I would prefer to have you by my side, but your family identity is too ...... 'special' ......"

He didn't finish his sentence. Lan Shien is an immigrant born outside the United States, and his development in politics is always restricted, let alone Zhou Jia, who has such a family background.

Lan Shien sighed and said, "Actually, I'm very happy that you can go to Xiaoqing." ”

"Blue in the Sky" Chris's most hated name. Zhou Jia frowned, and only her teacher would call her "Xiaoqing". When the conflict between Lan Shien and Chris's father and daughter was most intense, he always compared her with Zhou Jia, which caused Chris to keep his distance from Zhou Jia as much as possible later.

Zhou Jia was very pleased with his original choice. If she hadn't offered to join Lancer, what kind of strangers would she and Chris not know they were?

"Where is Chris now?" Lan Shien looked straight ahead, but the rest of his eyes were observing Zhou Jia's expression.

"What?......" Zhou Jia didn't expect his mentor to ask Chris's whereabouts directly, and he didn't know what to say at first, but he immediately calmed down, "As always, where is she now...... I don't know ......" is the truth.

He didn't speak, looking down at the sunglasses in his hand, his fingers gently caressing the legs.

"When she goes out to sea, she disappears for a while......," she said.

Lan Shien raised his head. "Xiao Jia, where is Chris? Do you think that your set of external propaganda rhetoric can make sense to me? Go to sea? She has played disappearing before, and during this time, several directors of the Lancer Group have been dispatched separately, don't tell me that they are talking about business. Not to mention my brother-in-law, he has never gotten along with you, can he go with you to Los Angeles and investigate this and that...... I think there are only two people in the world who can make him spend so much effort and use so many family resources - my wife and my daughter. Last night, I spoke to my wife...... And I want to know, what's wrong with my daughter?"

Hearing that Lan Shien and Lianzhu had to say it, Zhou Jia hurriedly said, "I really, I don't know...... I don't know where she disappeared......"

It became very quiet all around. The air in the cemetery seemed to be dead, wet and sticky. When Lan Shien spoke again, the voice seemed to bring Zhou Jia back to his senses. "Why are you investigating Rhett Swift's death, because of the green 'kryptonite'?"

Zhou Jia was in a panic again, but he didn't know why.

Lan Shien knew the personality of her beloved apprentice, and if she pressed too hard, she wouldn't say anything. It's better to throw bricks and attract jade to be more effective.

"You've seen that green 'kryptonite' picture with your own eyes?"

It was Eddie who had seen the photo of the "green kryptonite" in Rhett's hand, and the later photo of the "green stone" was also a fake by Pierre, and he really didn't see what it looked like. Zhou Jia thought about it and shook his head.

"Although there is no so-called 'green kryptonite', there are 'green camps' and 'red camps', and there are no 'supermen' from Krypton, but there are indeed human beings with super powers in this world. Lan Shien paused and said, "However, the 'hermit monk' you invited actually found out the background of Kaixuan Company with a little clue, which is really admirable, but it's a pity that he hasn't broken through our firewall yet......"

"Green camp, red camp?" Zhou Jia asked.

Lan Shien nodded and said, "Claire ostensibly belongs to a special operations group under the FBI, but in fact she belongs to District 51. That action group is the 'Internal Audit Department' set up for the Green Battalion. And the 'green camp' actually refers to Triumph Pioneer PR agency. ”

As Pierre the Hermit traced: before joining World War I, Georges Ketchum worked for a financing company in New York, which was secretly engaged in war financing. During this time, he was only doing some lobbying work - persuading major corporations to provide secret funds for the army, or letting the financiers buy war bonds, or directly reselling war resources, etc., he rented a house in the suburbs of New York, had a beautiful fiancée, a decent job, and everything seemed to be going well for him as a winner in life. It was not until June 1914 that the events of Sarajevo triggered the First World War. At the beginning of the war, the United States remained neutral, and George's company also extended its tentacles to the European theater and made a huge war windfall. On January 17, 1917, the German Foreign Minister sent a secret message to the German Minister to Mexico, expressing support for Mexico to recover the lands lost in the war with the United States in the mid-nineteenth century. On 15 February, the British Fortieth Bureau deciphered this information and transmitted it to the United States. President Wilson announced the contents of the telegram that "Germany and Mexico are secretly plotting an attack on the United States," which caused an uproar in the United States. Many people say that it was the German Foreign Minister "Arthur-Zimmerman's telegram" that finally dragged the United States into World War I, but this was not true. In fact, as early as the beginning of the war, companies like George's continued to transport war materials and resources to the European battlefield through commercial ships. After that, it's not just supplies and medicines, but real munitions. The Germans were also buyers at first, but as the contradictions between the two sides intensified, Germany did not shy away from sinking more than a dozen civilian and commercial ships in the United States, resulting in a large number of deaths among the American people, so that anti-German sentiment in the country grew day by day. This prompted the US president to formally declare war on Germany on 6 April.

Passionate, George decided to go to the battlefield and joined the Air Force. On August 25, 1917, the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army was established, and the soldiers participating in the training camp came from all 48 states in the United States, and was also known as the "All-American Division."

In training camp, George met his teammate Lavent, who seemed to be a little special, by chance.

Lavent is a large, extremely quiet and somewhat introverted man. When he first joined the camp, George joined the rest of his teammates in mocking the always clumsy LaVent. He scolded the instructor all day long, and he was the stupid big man who carried the most weight during training and ran the most kilometers in the entire battalion, but never said a trace of complaint. Everyone was saying that he was stupidly by the instructor. Lavent, however, didn't seem to care, he had a hobby that was extremely contradictory to his image - reading. He sat quietly on the lower bunk alone, holding a book, and could see the lights out time, not caring at all what others said. In the spring of 1918, George's 82nd Airborne Division sailed across the ocean to France. At this time, George didn't expect that such a funny brain, Lavent, the laughing stock in the eyes of others, would save his life in the future battle.

On 17 May 1918, the Germans launched the Aisa Offensive. The German commander-in-chief, Ludendorff, used surprise warfare to allow his troops to cross the swamps, capture the ridge, cross the Aisne River, and seize the south bank before the American troops arrived. The Germans knew that after the Battle of the Marne, it was already impossible for the British to survive another major defeat. After midnight on 27 May, the Anglo-French army, surrounded by poison gas and artillery fire, collapsed, and the commander-in-chief of the army still insisted on the tactics of a large number of infantry to carry out the forward line of defense, so that the army was already suffering heavy casualties before it could get close to the Germans. The French Sixth Army collapsed, and the soldiers abandoned Paris, weapons and uniforms, and blended in in droves with the fleeing civilians to the south.

On 3 June, the Germans attacked again to the Marne. The French had no choice but to turn to the US military for help. General Pershing sent the 3rd Army Division of the U.S. Army. At this time, the 82nd Airborne Division was also training in a small town a hundred miles away. They were thrown into battle with the 3rd Division, which was in the vanguard, but the battle-hardened Germans awaited them.

George first went to war, nervous to death. The 3rd Division exchanged fire with the Germans attempting to cross the Marne in the front, while the Airborne Division threw itself into the enemy's back to launch a flanking attack. While parachuting, they were overwhelmed by German fire, and in the confusion they landed in a small village controlled by the Germans. In the darkness of the trees, George managed to gather a few scattered companions as quickly as possible, including the big fool Lavent. At that time, George cursed in his heart: his life is really good.

Although his platoon was scattered, the combat mission still had to be completed, and he gathered a squad of men and horses, ready to deal with several German troops stationed in the small village one by one, and then rushed to the main battlefield.

It was a hand-to-hand battle with the enemy, and they killed six German soldiers, with a grapple, and the weapon was a knife, without making a single loud noise, and George's first operational command was surprisingly successful. (To be continued.) )