novelraw Chapter 276 I can't win this kind of thing! I don't understand!
Chapter 276 I can't win this kind of thing! I don't understand!
The matter in South Korea has been resolved satisfactorily.
Domestically, of course, they loudly proclaimed things like, "The Super Soldier Corps is the nation's sharpest weapon," and "A million-strong technological army can absolutely protect the country, the people, and society"—basically, they kept repeating the same phrases.
The superiors' meaning couldn't be clearer: the current peaceful and prosperous state of the East, while not necessarily due to the efforts of the Super Soldier Corps, must now be attributed to them!
Therefore, during their return to China, the Super Soldier Corps started showing off their skills in public.
Of course, under strong pressure from above, they did not depart in the manner of celebrities, but simply posed as coffin bearers and carried back the remains of some former soldiers still scattered in South Korea.
Even Li Feng, the former captain of the assault team, personally carried several of the coffins, which contained the remains of many of his old friends.
Suddenly, everyone burst into tears. What should have been a joyous return of heroes turned into a more tragic and desolate scene.
But as we all know, the peaceful life we enjoy today is hard-won, so let's put aside those political issues for now and return to the footsteps of the heroes.
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"What?"
Zheng Xian suddenly stood up, his chair sliding back half a meter with a screeching sound.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the nonchalantly smiling man opposite him, his voice filled with disbelief and anger: "You said you're going to lead the Super Soldier Corps to North America to assist in the war? What a joke!"
The meeting room fell silent.
On either side of the long table, the senior officials of the Divine Spear Bureau looked at each other, none daring to interrupt at this moment.
Zheng Xian placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.
His brow furrowed into a tight knot, and the veins on his temple throbbed faintly: "That giant serpent, Kur, is in North America! That's not a problem that a mere Heavenly Hammer Messenger can solve—"
I admit, you are indeed very powerful now. Because of Sun Wukong, you might be able to hold your own against him for a couple of rounds. But what if there are casualties?
His voice echoed in the empty conference room, carrying an almost pleading anxiety.
Zheng Xian used the same old excuse.
Honestly, now that he finally has a couple of handfuls of rice, he really doesn't want to just throw it out to feed the chickens, okay?
What if the chickens eat the fish and we don't catch the big fish? Do you even understand the current state of the country's weakness?
However, it is clear that Hanlu, who has made great contributions this time, is also very confident.
Hanlu sat opposite Zheng Xian, but her posture was completely different.
He didn't stand up, but leaned back slightly in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
His expression was as calm as a stagnant pool, except for a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Are the troops left behind to breed, or to fight?" Han Lu's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, like nails driven into the ears of everyone present. "With such timidity, how can we talk about progress?"
"you!"
Zheng Xian's face turned bright red.
He suddenly swung his hand, almost knocking the teacup in front of him to the ground.
The assistant next to him reacted quickly and caught the cup, but a few drops of tea still spilled out, leaving dark stains on the clean table.
The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense. The accompanying personnel on both sides unconsciously straightened their backs.
Perhaps to show off his veteran status, Jung Hyun brought a weatherman with him when he returned this time.
Of course, Hanlu was not intimidated at all and brought her own elite troops along as well.
The two sides watched as the two most powerful figures above them argued, each claiming to have their own reasons.
"They're still young," Zheng Xian took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice, but the suppressed anger still seeped out from between his words. "They still need to train. They're not qualified to face an enemy they can't possibly win against."
As he said this, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Hanlu and the others.
These kids are too young, so young that it makes him uneasy.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he just sighed heavily.
"What do you mean by 'absolutely impossible to win'? I don't understand!"
Hanlu finally stood up.
His movements were slow, yet they carried an undeniable sense of oppression.
He slid the chair back, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and faced Zheng Xian across the table.
His eyes shone with an astonishing light, like two flames burning at their brightest.
"This is a matter of shared destiny for all humanity. If this civilization is to continue, then we must unite as one to overcome this challenge."
His voice rose a few decibels, as if thunder and lightning were rolling in his chest, "I will go with them, and even if I die on the battlefield, I will be the first one."
And I must say, Hanlu's words were truly passionate and inspiring.
And I must say, Hanlu's words were truly passionate and inspiring.
Apart from Zheng Xian—who rolled his eyes in anger knowing the other party's background—everyone else was somewhat impressed by how tough their leader was.
Several of the younger officials even nodded slightly involuntarily, their eyes revealing a hint of eagerness.
Zheng Xian was somewhat annoyed.
He had always felt that he was quite eloquent and could even hold his own against Nick Fury for hours without flinching.
But the problem is, for some reason, after arguing with this man, he felt increasingly uneasy, even a little mentally unstable, and even had an urge to punch him...
So weird!
He shook his head violently, as if trying to shake that absurd feeling out of his head.
He tapped his fingers impatiently on the table twice, then clenched them into a fist.
"South Korea won because of the strong support of White Fox agents and our thorough preparations," Jung Hyun said through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word. "It's nothing to boast about."
"But if we do nothing and quietly pray for peace, it will only make the world more dangerous."
The Cold Dew season does not retreat even half a step.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and you could almost hear the crackling of sparks.
Both sides stuck to their own version of events, and neither was willing to back down.
The air almost froze.
Just then, the old man who had been sitting silently at the head of the long table coughed softly.
Old Master Huang.
The venerable old man slowly raised his hand, stopping Zheng Xian from saying anything more.
His movements were slow, so slow it was like a slow-motion video, but his invisible authority instantly silenced the entire conference room.
Everyone unconsciously held their breath.
Old Huang's gaze slowly moved between Hanlu and Zheng Xian, finally settling on Zheng Xian.
His voice wasn't loud, even a little hoarse, but it carried a unique composure born of experience: "Little Zheng, let him go. After all, there's a saying that's true—if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold."
After saying this, the old man closed his eyes slightly, as if he had aged several years in that instant.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making two soft tapping sounds, like the final note of a gavel falling.
Looking at the highly respected old man, no matter how unwilling Zheng Xian was, he could only be forced to leave the meeting.
His shoulders slumped slightly, as if something had been pulled out of his body.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was exhaustion and resentment.
He turned abruptly and strode toward the door. His leather shoes slammed onto the floor with a dull thud. His hand gripped the doorknob, paused for a moment, and then slammed it shut.
The door opened, then closed again.
A muffled thud sounded, like a sigh.
This undoubtedly signifies the final victory of the Cold Dew solar term.
Hanlu watched Zheng Xian's departing figure, her expression unchanged.
He simply turned around slowly, faced Elder Huang, and bowed slightly.
Then he looked up and revealed his signature smile—his teeth were almost blindingly white under the light.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Looking at the smile beneath that person's gleaming teeth, Jung Hyun, though he had already resolved the matter in South Korea, still felt a chill in his heart when it came to North America.
Is this reliable or not?
Jung Hyun stood in the corridor, leaning against the cold wall, looking up at the fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling.
The pale light fell on his face, illuminating the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
He took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.
He stood there for a long time, a cigarette dangling from his lips.