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Abedang paced up and down the room, looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand from time to time. The watch has been worn in many places, and many functions have been scrapped, but it can be done in time. At present, the number of 10:03 is displayed on the electronic screen. Usually this hour, my son Langdon has already gone home. After dinner, you should beat up his parts in the house in the hope that one day you can assemble a power mecha.
But Langdon hasn't come home tonight.
This made abedang very upset. He knew his son very well. Langdon was very naughty since childhood, but he was also very sensible. He never did anything that worried his parents. It's never happened that he didn't return late at night. Abedang looked at the pictures of their family hanging on the wall and sighed heavily.
In this ordinary family, abedang and his wife Aisha are ordinary workers. They work in a food processing factory in the suburbs. They work 12 hours a day and get a meager salary that can only support their living needs. For this family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought happiness and hope to the family. Because Langdon detected the omen of ability when he was born.
Abedan still clearly remembered how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But over time, this excitement slowly became a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it simply can't afford the cost of learning knowledge for a capable person. This is why there are many capable people among civilians, but their average rank is not high.
In addition to their limited potential, more importantly, they have no conditions to receive systematic learning and training. Although some civilian capable people go to the wilderness and grow up on the battlefield relying on the identity of mercenaries, it is very rare for them to be lucky to be promoted to level 5 or above. After all, many lives are lost in the early stage when the ability is not strong.
And few can survive this stage.
Abedang didn't let his son become a wilderness mercenary. He just hid the fact of his ability from his son and raised Langdon as an ordinary child. Langdon had been playing with his parents in the factory workshop when he was very young. For him at that time, the factory was more like his home and his playground. As for abedang himself, he silently saved all the expenses that could be saved and saved them little by little.
Abedang was unwilling for his son to follow an ordinary path like him. He thought his son should have a broader world, so as a father, he did his best to create conditions for Langdon. Until this year, the conditions were finally ripe. When abedan sent Langdon to mengglia college, he always remembered the surprised and excited expression on Langdon's face.
At that moment, abedang felt that his efforts for so many years had been rewarded.
Since then, Langdon's work and rest have been normal. Leave home at seven in the morning and come back at six in the evening. Sometimes it brings back a bruised face, but Langdon always has a smile on his face. Abedang knew that he didn't want to worry about himself. He also knew that it was not easy for a civilian to study in a college where more than 90% of the students were aristocrats. Since Langdon didn't say, he didn't ask. Abedang believed that his son could cope.
But tonight's situation is special. It's more than ten o'clock and Langdon hasn't returned home yet. The darkness outside the house was like a strong unease shrouded in Abbe's mind.
At ten twenty-three, the gate was knocked "Dong Dong". When abedang looked at his wife, they both saw sadness from each other's eyes. Abedan took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Outside the door stood a famous city guard, a man in his thirties. He was a little fat, but at the end of his middle age he had lost his head. The man asked abedang, "Mr. abedang? Are you Langdon's father?"
Abedang nodded hurriedly, "I am. Is something wrong with Langdon?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in the city, which was very serious. In short... Please don't be too sad." the urban defense army patted abedang on the shoulder and said to the back, "bring the child over."
Several other city guards came with stretchers, and a man lay on the stretcher. Motionless, I can see the cerumen sinking from a heart. He sent out vague syllables in his throat, when his wife, Agatha, had robbed him from the house, followed by an earth shaking cry, and the whole man threw himself on the stretcher and began to cry.
Next, the urban defense army didn't know what else to say to abedang. But abedan could hear nothing, and there were only some empty sounds in his ears. He walked dejectedly to the stretcher on which Langdon lay. Langdon opened his eyes and stared straight into the sky. He was covered with blood, and even some parts of his body had been deformed, which was the injury caused by the blunt impact.
Abedang could imagine that a speeding car suddenly hit his son. The impact at that moment broke Langdon's body in many places. He would swing to a corner of the street like a doll, and then the driver and passers-by would surround him. But then he was dead!
Dead!
"No!" abedang let out a roar and burst into tears.
He grabbed his son's shoulder and tried to wake him up, just as sometimes Langdon stayed in bed. He shook his son violently to wake him up from his sleep. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. But with abedang's action, Langdon's hand fell weakly to the ground, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abedang seemed to find something. He calmed down and saw several narrow gaps in Langdon's abdomen.
It looks like someone stabbed me.
This idea inspired abedang, and he suddenly stood up. At this time, the city defense officials were about to leave. Abedang quickly called them, "Sir, sir!"
The city defense officer who knocked on the door made a gesture to his companion, then turned and walked back: "what's the matter, sir?"
Abedang pointed his trembling finger to his son's abdomen: "look here, this is not a traffic accident. Sir, Langdon was killed and stabbed to death."
The city defense officer calmly looked at the father who had lost his beloved son and sighed deeply: "Listen, sir. If you think of it as a traffic accident, trust me. It's good for you and me. The perpetrator will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you're sad, but there are some things you'd better not delve into. After all, if you know the truth, your child won't come back, will you?"
Patting abedang on the shoulder, the city official sighed and turned away. Abedang stood on the spot as if numb. For him, the world collapsed. But for the world, there was only one dispensable person missing.
The world continues to operate according to its own laws, and will not change because of the lack of anyone.
If fate is given a will, it must be the God of mischief. In the script written in its hands, not everyone is a favorite. Some people are favored by it, while others are ruthlessly abandoned by it. Light and darkness are constantly intertwined. If there is luck, there is misfortune, if there is happiness, there must be pain.
Never.
"Which army do you want me to join, the hammer of destruction?" bosg asked suspiciously.
"Hammer of destruction?" Kraft sneered: "That's a bunch of lunatics and butchers. If you join them, you'll be killed. Besides, you're not qualified. I let you join the golden Tomahawk reserve army, the so-called reserve army, that is, the recruit camp. Generally, you are only responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war supplies, not directly to the front line. In this way, your death probability is infinitely close to zero 。”
"In addition, I have borrowed three level 5 guards from the Andrew family to accompany you disguised as recruits. They will ensure your safety. As long as you survive the war and wait for you to come back. Your experience, coupled with some artistic modifications, will become a glorious history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stains." Kraft looked at his son and said, "you don't often ask me what politics is. Look, this is politics!"
Looking at bosg, kraft sighed in his heart. He knew that his son was too young, but who didn't come from his youth, including him. He only hoped that through this military career, he could shape a brilliant experience for his son and make him mature as soon as possible.
The Western expeditionary army set out in the. In asgatri, countless undercurrent surged. Big, small, bright and dark, they all point to the unknown land in the West!
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Abedang paced up and down the room, looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand from time to time. The watch has been worn in many places, and many functions have been scrapped, but it can be done in time. At present, the number of 10:03 is displayed on the electronic screen. Usually this hour, my son Langdon has already gone home. After dinner, you should beat up his parts in the house in the hope that one day you can assemble a power mecha.
But Langdon hasn't come home tonight.
This made abedang very upset. He knew his son very well. Langdon was very naughty since childhood, but he was also very sensible. He never did anything that worried his parents. It's never happened that he didn't return late at night. Abedang looked at the pictures of their family hanging on the wall and sighed heavily.
In this ordinary family, abedang and his wife Aisha are ordinary workers. They work in a food processing factory in the suburbs. They work 12 hours a day and get a meager salary that can only support their living needs. For this family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought happiness and hope to the family. Because Langdon detected the omen of ability when he was born.
Abedan still clearly remembered how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But over time, this excitement slowly became a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it simply can't afford the cost of learning knowledge for a capable person. This is why there are many capable people among civilians, but their average rank is not high.
In addition to their limited potential, more importantly, they have no conditions to receive systematic learning and training. Although some civilian capable people go to the wilderness and grow up on the battlefield relying on the identity of mercenaries, it is very rare for them to be lucky to be promoted to level 5 or above. After all, many lives are lost in the early stage when the ability is not strong.
And few can survive this stage.
Abedang didn't let his son become a wilderness mercenary. He just hid the fact of his ability from his son and raised Langdon as an ordinary child. Langdon had been playing with his parents in the factory workshop when he was very young. For him at that time, the factory was more like his home and his playground. As for abedang himself, he silently saved all the expenses that could be saved and saved them little by little.
Abedang was unwilling for his son to follow an ordinary path like him. He thought his son should have a broader world, so as a father, he did his best to create conditions for Langdon. Until this year, the conditions were finally ripe. When abedan sent Langdon to mengglia college, he always remembered the surprised and excited expression on Langdon's face.
At that moment, abedang felt that his efforts for so many years had been rewarded.
Since then, Langdon's work and rest have been normal. Leave home at seven in the morning and come back at six in the evening. Sometimes it brings back a bruised face, but Langdon always has a smile on his face. Abedang knew that he didn't want to worry about himself. He also knew that it was not easy for a civilian to study in a college where more than 90% of the students were aristocrats. Since Langdon didn't say, he didn't ask. Abedang believed that his son could cope.
But tonight's situation is special. It's more than ten o'clock and Langdon hasn't returned home yet. The darkness outside the house was like a strong unease shrouded in Abbe's mind.
At ten twenty-three, the gate was knocked "Dong Dong". When abedang looked at his wife, they both saw sadness from each other's eyes. Abedan took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Outside the door stood a famous city guard, a man in his thirties. He was a little fat, but at the end of his middle age he had lost his head. The man asked abedang, "Mr. abedang? Are you Langdon's father?"
Abedang nodded hurriedly, "I am. Is something wrong with Langdon?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in the city, which was very serious. In short... Please don't be too sad." the urban defense army patted abedang on the shoulder and said to the back, "bring the child over."
Several other city guards came with stretchers, and a man lay on the stretcher. Motionless, I can see the cerumen sinking from a heart. He sent out vague syllables in his throat, when his wife, Agatha, had robbed him from the house, followed by an earth shaking cry, and the whole man threw himself on the stretcher and began to cry.
Next, the urban defense army didn't know what else to say to abedang. But abedan could hear nothing, and there were only some empty sounds in his ears. He walked dejectedly to the stretcher on which Langdon lay. Langdon opened his eyes and stared straight into the sky. He was covered with blood, and even some parts of his body had been deformed, which was the injury caused by the blunt impact.
Abedang could imagine that a speeding car suddenly hit his son. The impact at that moment broke Langdon's body in many places. He would swing to a corner of the street like a doll, and then the driver and passers-by would surround him. But then he was dead!
Dead!
"No!" abedang let out a roar and burst into tears.
He grabbed his son's shoulder and tried to wake him up, just as sometimes Langdon stayed in bed. He shook his son violently to wake him up from his sleep. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. But with abedang's action, Langdon's hand fell weakly to the ground, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abedang seemed to find something. He calmed down and saw several narrow gaps in Langdon's abdomen.
It looks like someone stabbed me.
This idea inspired abedang, and he suddenly stood up. At this time, the city defense officials were about to leave. Abedang quickly called them, "Sir, sir!"
The city defense officer who knocked on the door made a gesture to his companion, then turned and walked back: "what's the matter, sir?"
Abedang pointed his trembling finger to his son's abdomen: "look here, this is not a traffic accident. Sir, Langdon was killed and stabbed to death."
The city defense officer calmly looked at the father who had lost his beloved son and sighed deeply: "Listen, sir. If you think of it as a traffic accident, trust me. It's good for you and me. The perpetrator will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you're sad, but there are some things you'd better not delve into. After all, if you know the truth, your child won't come back, will you?"
Patting abedang on the shoulder, the city official sighed and turned away. Abedang stood on the spot as if numb. For him, the world collapsed. But for the world, there was only one dispensable person missing.
The world continues to operate according to its own laws, and will not change because of the lack of anyone.
If fate is given a will, it must be the God of mischief. In the script written in its hands, not everyone is a favorite. Some people are favored by it, while others are ruthlessly abandoned by it. Light and darkness are constantly intertwined. If there is luck, there is misfortune, if there is happiness, there must be pain.
Never.
"Which army do you want me to join, the hammer of destruction?" bosg asked suspiciously.
"Hammer of destruction?" Kraft sneered: "That's a bunch of lunatics and butchers. If you join them, you'll be killed. Besides, you're not qualified. I let you join the golden Tomahawk reserve army, the so-called reserve army, that is, the recruit camp. Generally, you are only responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war supplies, not directly to the front line. In this way, your death probability is infinitely close to zero 。”
"In addition, I have borrowed three level 5 guards from the Andrew family to accompany you disguised as recruits. They will ensure your safety. As long as you survive the war and wait for you to come back. Your experience, coupled with some artistic modifications, will become a glorious history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stains." Kraft looked at his son and said, "you don't often ask me what politics is. Look, this is politics!"
Looking at bosg, kraft sighed in his heart. He knew that his son was too young, but who didn't come from his youth, including him. He only hoped that through this military career, he could shape a brilliant experience for his son and make him mature as soon as possible.
The Western expeditionary army set out in the. In asgatri, countless undercurrent surged. Big, small, bright and dark, they all point to the unknown land in the West!
Abedang paced up and down the room, looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand from time to time. The watch has been worn in many places, and many functions have been scrapped, but it can be done in time. At present, the number of 10:03 is displayed on the electronic screen. Usually this hour, my son Langdon has already gone home. After dinner, you should beat up his parts in the house in the hope that one day you can assemble a power mecha.But Langdon hasn't come home tonight.This made abedang very upset. He knew his son very well. Langdon was very naughty since childhood, but he was also very sensible. He never did anything that worried his parents. It's never happened that he didn't return late at night. Abedang looked at the pictures of their family hanging on the wall and sighed heavily.In this ordinary family, abedang and his wife Aisha are ordinary workers. They work in a food processing factory in the suburbs. They work 12 hours a day and get a meager salary that can only support their living needs. For this family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought happiness and hope to the family. Because Langdon detected the omen of ability when he was born.Abedan still clearly remembered how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But over time, this excitement slowly became a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it simply can't afford the cost of learning knowledge for a capable person. This is why there are many capable people among civilians, but their average rank is not high.In addition to their limited potential, more importantly, they have no conditions to receive systematic learning and training. Although some civilian capable people go to the wilderness and grow up on the battlefield relying on the identity of mercenaries, it is very rare for them to be lucky to be promoted to level 5 or above. After all, many lives are lost in the early stage when the ability is not strong.And few can survive this stage.Abedang didn't let his son become a wilderness mercenary. He just hid the fact of his ability from his son and raised Langdon as an ordinary child. Langdon had been playing with his parents in the factory workshop when he was very young. For him at that time, the factory was more like his home and his playground. As for abedang himself, he silently saved all the expenses that could be saved and saved them little by little.Abedang was unwilling for his son to follow an ordinary path like him. He thought his son should have a broader world, so as a father, he did his best to create conditions for Langdon. Until this year, the conditions were finally ripe. When abedan sent Langdon to mengglia college, he always remembered the surprised and excited expression on Langdon's face.At that moment, abedang felt that his efforts for so many years had been rewarded.Since then, Langdon's work and rest have been normal. Leave home at seven in the morning and come back at six in the evening. Sometimes it brings back a bruised face, but Langdon always has a smile on his face. Abedang knew that he didn't want to worry about himself. He also knew that it was not easy for a civilian to study in a college where more than 90% of the students were aristocrats. Since Langdon didn't say, he didn't ask. Abedang believed that his son could cope.But tonight's situation is special. It's more than ten o'clock and Langdon hasn't returned home yet. The darkness outside the house was like a strong unease shrouded in Abbe's mind.At ten twenty-three, the gate was knocked "Dong Dong". When abedang looked at his wife, they both saw sadness from each other's eyes. Abedan took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Outside the door stood a famous city guard, a man in his thirties. He was a little fat, but at the end of his middle age he had lost his head. The man asked abedang, "Mr. abedang? Are you Langdon's father?"Abedang nodded hurriedly, "I am. Is something wrong with Langdon?""I'm sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in the city, which was very serious. In short... Please don't be too sad." the urban defense army patted abedang on the shoulder and said to the back, "bring the child over."Several other city guards came with stretchers, and a man lay on the stretcher. Motionless, I can see the cerumen sinking from a heart. He sent out vague syllables in his throat, when his wife, Agatha, had robbed him from the house, followed by an earth shaking cry, and the whole man threw himself on the stretcher and began to cry.Next, the urban defense army didn't know what else to say to abedang. But abedan could hear nothing, and there were only some empty sounds in his ears. He walked dejectedly to the stretcher on which Langdon lay. Langdon opened his eyes and stared straight into the sky. He was covered with blood, and even some parts of his body had been deformed, which was the injury caused by the blunt impact.Abedang could imagine that a speeding car suddenly hit his son. The impact at that moment broke Langdon's body in many places. He would swing to a corner of the street like a doll, and then the driver and passers-by would surround him. But then he was dead!Dead!"No!" abedang let out a roar and burst into tears.He grabbed his son's shoulder and tried to wake him up, just as sometimes Langdon stayed in bed. He shook his son violently to wake him up from his sleep. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. But with abedang's action, Langdon's hand fell weakly to the ground, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abedang seemed to find something. He calmed down and saw several narrow gaps in Langdon's abdomen.It looks like someone stabbed me.This idea inspired abedang, and he suddenly stood up. At this time, the city defense officials were about to leave. Abedang quickly called them, "Sir, sir!"The city defense officer who knocked on the door made a gesture to his companion, then turned and walked back: "what's the matter, sir?"Abedang pointed his trembling finger to his son's abdomen: "look here, this is not a traffic accident. Sir, Langdon was killed and stabbed to death."The city defense officer calmly looked at the father who had lost his beloved son and sighed deeply: "Listen, sir. If you think of it as a traffic accident, trust me. It's good for you and me. The perpetrator will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you're sad, but there are some things you'd better not delve into. After all, if you know the truth, your child won't come back, will you?"Patting abedang on the shoulder, the city official sighed and turned away. Abedang stood on the spot as if numb. For him, the world collapsed. But for the world, there was only one dispensable person missing.The world continues to operate according to its own laws, and will not change because of the lack of anyone.If fate is given a will, it must be the God of mischief. In the script written in its hands, not everyone is a favorite. Some people are favored by it, while others are ruthlessly abandoned by it. Light and darkness are constantly intertwined. If there is luck, there is misfortune, if there is happiness, there must be pain.Never."Which army do you want me to join, the hammer of destruction?" bosg asked suspiciously."Hammer of destruction?" Kraft sneered: "That's a bunch of lunatics and butchers. If you join them, you'll be killed. Besides, you're not qualified. I let you join the golden Tomahawk reserve army, the so-called reserve army, that is, the recruit camp. Generally, you are only responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war supplies, not directly to the front line. In this way, your death probability is infinitely close to zero "In addition, I have borrowed three level 5 guards from the Andrew family to accompany you disguised as recruits. They will ensure your safety. As long as you survive the war and wait for you to come back. Your experience, coupled with some artistic modifications, will become a glorious history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stains." Kraft looked at his son and said, "you don't often ask me what politics is. Look, this is politics!"Looking at bosg, kraft sighed in his heart. He knew that his son was too young, but who didn't come from his youth, including him. He only hoped that through this military career, he could shape a brilliant experience for his son and make him mature as soon as possible.The Western expeditionary army set out in the. In asgatri, countless undercurrent surged. Big, small, bright and dark, they all point to the unknown land in the West!
