Clang!!
The bell rang again outside the door.
Duskdune Shura's figure slowly disappeared into the distance.
At the same time, the killers in the manor quickly retreated. Obviously, Duskdune Shura did not plan to completely fall out with the Yalu Federation, so he quickly stopped when he had the upper hand, and did not kill the two generals.
Garon stood up with some difficulty. After resting for a while, his strong physique and Body Hardening Technique worked. He recovered much faster than the others.
He turned around and looked at the people in the church.
The remaining guards were carefully carrying the two generals onto stretchers. Aris and Su Lin were squatting beside the Eight-Arm Dragon King. Yoda's injuries were too horrifying. There was a fist-sized hole in his shoulder. The bones and flesh inside had all disappeared into minced meat. At this moment, he was leaning against the wall with a pale face, allowing the medical staff around him to treat his wounds and stop the bleeding quickly. Seeing Garon looking over, he was still in the mood to stare at him.
"What are you looking at! I'm not dead yet! "
Aris quickly ran over and stood beside Garon. Looking at Garon's chest, she wanted to reach out and touch it, but she did not dare to, for fear of hurting Garon.
Her beautiful eyes were glistening, and she asked worriedly, "Are you … okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm much stronger than some stubborn old fart." Garon's face twitched, and he sneered at Eight Arm Dragon King.
He did not like Dragon King Yoda. This guy was obviously not strong enough. He was so old, but he still thought he was young and arrogant. He really thought he was the best in the world.
Moreover, his opponent's martial arts realm was a mess. He was actually able to rely on firearms to be on par with him. This made Garen a little unhappy.
"Do you want to die?!!" Yoda was obviously angry, and he quickly rolled up his sleeves.
"Come on! I'll stand here and let you hit me. If you can hurt me without a gun, you win!! "Garon shouted back.
"You!! Cough cough … "Yoda was so angry that he almost vomited blood." You bastard!! "
"Alright, alright. Everyone, stop talking!" Su Lin quickly stood between the two of them with a helpless look on his face.
"Both of you are top-notch existences in your respective fields. There's no need to harm your friendship over a little quarrel." The bald man with the purple beard also spoke up from the stretcher. "I have a suggestion, I wonder if the two of you …"
"Needless to say, it's impossible for me to join the Special Agent Bureau. It's better to be alone and free. "Eight Arm Dragon King immediately refused.
"Don't you want to think about it? Joining a country is better than being alone … "
"No need. To each his own." The Dragon King shook his head without hesitation.
The purple-bearded man and Lieutenant General Crohn both felt a little regretful as they exchanged glances.
Compared to Garon, who was fighting Duskdune Shura head-on, they were actually more interested in the Eight-Arm Dragon King Yoda. A talent like Yoda would increase his combat power exponentially with the power of firearms. Right now, he was already so powerful just by controlling a gun. If he were to use an even more powerful weapon on the battlefield, it would be unimaginable! He could almost change the outcome of a small war!
As for a talent like Garon, no matter how powerful he was, he would at most be a vanguard in special operations, assassinations, and ambushes from the enemy's rear. He would never be able to compare to the enlarged version of Dragon King Yoda. Regardless, it was still necessary to recruit such a talent.
The two of them stopped lifting their stretchers and their eyes fell on Garon, who was standing by the wall at the door.
"So, what do you think, Mr. Garon? Are you interested in joining the new Special Operations Department that we're about to establish? " The purple-bearded man also knew that he had neglected Garon just now and quickly made up for it. "If you're willing to join, a deputy minister position is definitely not a problem."
"I'm sorry, but that's not what I'm after." Garon shook his head. His face was also pale. Ever since he was hit by Duskdune Shura, he still felt that his body had not completely recovered and his blood circulation was smooth.
"Is that so?" Crohn shook his head regretfully. "Well then, if that's the case, we won't force you. Both of you are seriously injured this time and need to recuperate. The manor will be under strict surveillance 24/7 from now on. As for security and all kinds of medicine, feel free to ask for anything you need."
He knew that many martial artists had their own set of healing methods that were especially effective, but the things they needed were different from the average person.
The failure of the recruitment this time was actually not too out of their expectations. It was not from the perspective of whether they were really unwilling to join the government, but from the perspective of playing hard to get. Even if the two of them wanted to join, they would not have agreed so quickly.
Anyway, the two of them were friends invited by Su Lin. Even if they did not join, it would be convenient for them to contact each other in the future. In fact, they could be considered as a strength on their side.
After a fierce battle, a large number of support soldiers and medical personnel arrived and began to methodically clean up the battlefield.
The battle in the manor had only been going on for less than ten minutes, but the number of casualties had reached hundreds. The ground was littered with corpses and limbs, and blood slowly flowed along the lower corners. Under the sunlight, there were already groups of green-headed flies buzzing in some places.
When the backup troops who came to support saw this scene, some of them were nervous. Fortunately, the generals were fine. Otherwise, this would be the biggest scandal since the founding of the Yalu Federation.
Two generals of the Special Operations Bureau who were in charge of special forces and talents were actually defeated by an international assassin organization and finally died in battle.
This would be a fatal blow to the reputation of the Federation.
It was like a police chief being robbed of his house by a robber.
When the news spread internationally, other countries would look at the strength of the Federation and could not help but look down on it. They might even see the Federation as a soft persimmon and send people to cause trouble. At that time, even if the Federation was not a soft persimmon, it would be made into a soft persimmon.
With the support of the two medical personnel, Garon was finally no longer tense and slowly relaxed.
As soon as he relaxed, he felt dizzy and tiredness rushed to his head like a tidal wave.
"Give me a quiet room. I want to rest," he said in a low voice.
"No problem." Without waiting for Su Lin to reply, Aris spoke first.
At this time, Garon felt that even his ears were a little blurry. He could not hear clearly. He did not know what kind of martial arts Duskdune Shura used, but he was not in a good state and needed to rest.
This was the first time he felt tired.
This was unbelievable. In the past, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, even if it was an expert Grandmaster of Combat like Andrela, he could persevere without wavering. He could barely feel the limit of his endurance.
But now, he felt very, very tired.
He thought he heard Iris saying something, but he couldn't make out what she was saying. He could only barely keep his consciousness clear and let a few people support him. He was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to a room. Then, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
*****
After an unknown amount of time.
Garon slowly woke up.
When he opened his eyes, he was lying on a wide round bed. Beside him was pure white fur, as if he was lying in a sea of white feathers.
A light purple wallpaper was pasted on the ceiling. The edges were engraved with fine floral patterns. It looked very delicate.
He took a deep breath. The bed was filled with a faint fragrance. It was a little like the fragrance of flowers, but more like the fragrance of a woman's virginity.
Garen turned his head to look at the side of the bed. On the right side of the bed, there was a beautiful girl with purple hair. Her purple hair was tied into a ponytail, and the hair on her forehead was combed to one side. She gave off a pure and charming vibe.
This girl was Su Lin's sister, Aris.
She seemed to be very tired. Her head was tilted to one side as she dozed off. This was completely different from her usual elegant image. Instead, it gave Garon a sense of closeness.
Other than Aris, there was a basin of clean water on the purple bedside table. There was also a roll of black towel soaking in it.
"You're awake?" Aris was in a daze. When she saw Garon open his eyes, she quickly stood up. "How do you feel? Teacher Garon? "she asked nervously.
"I'm fine. I can take care of myself." Garon felt his body. It seemed that he had recovered a lot. "Duskdune Shura's palm strikes were probably a martial art with temporary effects. Plus, my body is strong enough, so I should be fine."
He propped himself up and leaned against the headboard.
"Where am I?" Garon noticed that the layout of the room was soft and delicate. There were floral patterns everywhere. The room was filled with a faint fragrance. The most eye-catching thing was the pink sofa in the corner of the room. It was made into a pink hippopotamus as tall as a person. The hippopotamus' back was the backrest. It looked charmingly naive. It was very cute.
"This is my room," Aris said with a faint smile. "All the rooms are occupied by the wounded. I might as well let you rest in my room. You won't mind, right?"
"Of course not." Garon paused for a moment, then smiled. He vaguely felt that Aris's attitude towards him had changed after the battle.
He turned his head and looked out the window. The sky outside was just beginning to brighten. A faint layer of blue and white light shone on the windowsill.
"Can you get me a glass of water?" Garon felt a little thirsty.
"Of course." Aris quickly poured a glass of water from an exquisite purplish-red water bottle and handed it to Garon.
After drinking two full glasses of warm water, Garon slowly let out a sigh of relief.
"How's the situation now?"
"It's fine. My elder brother is already managing the manor. The Senate is very angry about the terrorist attack. Now, there are thousands of guards surrounding the manor, both inside and outside. There are also three general-level officers coming to ensure our safety. At the same time, they are tracking the terrorists' whereabouts. "
She paused for a moment. Her beautiful eyes stared straight into Garon's eyes.
"This time, it's all thanks to you, Master Garon. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would be in real trouble."
"Su Lin also helped me a lot. What's the point of saying this?" Garon waved his hand.
"By the way, father said that if you wake up and your body is fine, please go to the conference hall. It's important. It's about the Golden Sword Throne. "
"The Golden Sword Throne?" Garon's eyes narrowed. "Is that what Duskdune Shura is after?"
"That's right. Father said that he will tell you everything. Duskdune Shura's attack means that this is no longer a secret."
"Alright then. I'll rest for a while." Garon nodded.
"Then I'll go out first. I won't disturb you." Aris got up and left. She understood that stronger martial artists didn't like to be disturbed when they were resting.
Garon nodded. After Aris left and closed the door, he slowly closed his eyes.
The attribute pane at the bottom of his vision didn't change. It was still the same.
'Strength 2.64. Agility 1.22. Vitality 2.09. Intelligence 1.53. Potential 98%. '
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