[Overwatch fan] Your devout soul

Just after dinner, McCree left the table at Tracer's urging to go to his night watch.

The stewed pork ribs with potatoes for dinner aroused all his appetite, and he was uncharacteristically full.With a loud belch, he apologized to the Shimada brothers for not being able to wash the dishes, and at the same time thanked Xiaomei, the scientist Zhou Meiling, who cooked this delicious meal for everyone—although her actual age was already the same as his parents' generation. One level up, but she spent 30 years in a cryo chamber in Antarctica after all, and looking at her cheerful, youthful face, McCree just wanted to call her by that cuter nickname.

He was not the first to come to the Gibraltar monitoring station.In fact, when he first heard from Winston on the old channel, he almost dropped the mobile terminal down the toilet.He then deleted that message without hesitation.

McCree hadn't intended to respond.As a former Overwatch member and member of Shadowwatch, he knows that there is no place for an Overwatch agent in the world today.So when Overwatch disbanded, it didn't take him long to accept that fact, pack his bags and leave before someone arrested him.

He was never hero material, nor did he intend to be.Surviving any situation is what he is best at, and that's what he always intended to do.

The cowboy strolled along the avenue of the monitoring station until he came to the edge of the gate.With a quick leap, he took a commanding position, and then leaned against the wall, motionless, like a branch.

McRae didn't know why he came back.He has wanted records in more than 20 countries. For him, it is like a fantasy to travel thousands of miles from the mainland United States to Gibraltar.But when he finally made a decision, he packed his things without saying a word, and spent two months coming here by various means of transportation.

The moment he walked into the monitoring station in Gibraltar, he saw the giant Overwatch logo spray-painted on the wall.

He had a sore nose and almost shed tears.

Everyone welcomed him tacitly, and they all tacitly never mentioned the bombing seven years ago and the PETRS Act.He sees a lot of familiar faces, like Winston, Tracer, and Genji.Genji even brought his omnic master, Zenyatta, with him, and his older brother who inherited the dark business and then gave up everything else.

Of course, these two are not the only newcomers.Song Hana, a former e-sports player from South Korea, and Lucio, a famous Cuban musician, got on fire with everyone within a few days. They discussed topics related to technology, music and games from time to time, which made McRae feel He may be old.

Later, Torbjörn arrived at the monitoring station in a station wagon full of tools and parts.He said that he came here without telling everyone, and told everyone not to disclose his information, otherwise there might be troops from at least three countries chasing here.Soon after, Dr. Angela Ziegler also came, and she also brought Xiaomei, who likes ice and snow and has excellent cooking skills.

Half a month ago, when Genji's older brother Hanzo was in charge of the night watch, he almost met a professional soldier wearing a raptor armor.They exchanged ideas briefly for a while before being stopped by the doctor who rushed over after hearing the sound.Angela introduced her to everyone—Fariel Anmari, who liked to be called Farah, the famous "Pharah" of the Egyptian army, daughter of Morrison's adjutant Anna.She looked really beautiful, but after hearing Anna's name, McCree didn't dare to approach her with his usual way of picking up girls.

McCree always felt a little uncomfortable being caught up in memories.You know, one of the secrets to "surviving under any circumstances" is not to have a good memory.

For him in the past, this matter has never been difficult to do.

McCree glanced at the mountain road in the distance, but there was no special movement.So he found a cigar from the small bag hanging on his waist with ease, lit it, and then took a puff of smoke deeply into his lungs.

The nicotine lifts him up, but that feeling is always fleeting.In fact, as he turned 30, cigars had gradually damaged his body more than stimulated his spirit.He always had the smell of cigarettes in his throat and sometimes woke up in the morning coughing.Whenever this happens, he will think of the person who completely changed his life many years ago.

That man had destroyed the gang he had lived in, but extended a new olive branch to him; he was so harsh on him that it was almost unreasonable, but he always stood in front of him in the most dangerous place on the battlefield.

He recalled that person's voice and smile, not surprisingly, he found that most of the past had slowly drifted away like cigar ash.But there is always something that will be carved into his bones, just like his broken arm is always aching in the rainy weather, and the pain is destined to accompany him for the rest of his life.

He remembered Reyes stamping out his cigarette and beating him up for exposing a target by smoking on a mission.

However, when he finished his training, completed the first mission of Shadow Watch, and returned to the base with a narrow escape, he received a whole box of cigars from the other party.

[I know you always forget those unwanted memories while smoking.That being the case, smoke a cigar.It burns slowly, you can forget everything in just one cigarette, and then just shake the ashes and continue your life. ]

That was Gabriel Reyes of Shadowwatch, whom he had regarded as his mentor and father.He still remembered that when the news of the other party's death came, he was neither surprised nor angry, but just lighted a cigar indifferently, sat alone in the dark, and smoked it bit by bit until he saw the last Mars disappeared into the night.

My officer, my teacher.he thought silently.

This time, I failed.

I smoked cigars for 7 years and I couldn't forget about Overwatch.So now I'm back.Back to this new starting point, met new partners, and will start a new life.

If possible, I really want to ask you in person...

Does the way I look now make you proud?

McCree fell into rare contemplation while smoking a cigarette, so that he didn't realize its existence until the car was almost driving to the gate of the monitoring station.

His heart skipped a beat, and the reflexes he had acquired through years of combat training made him throw the cigar into the sea immediately.Mars drew a graceful arc in the night sky, and within a short while, the cowboy had arrived in front of the car without a sound.

The rumble of the engine stopped.The old pickup truck stopped in front of the gate, and seemed to have no intention of continuing to drive in.

McCree hid behind a corner, holding his breath and watching carefully.The car is a common model in the local area. In all likelihood, it is just a lost resident who wanted to take a shortcut but went in the wrong direction.

He waited for the driver to get out of the car first.Whatever the case may be, he already has the upper hand.

Not long after, the door on the driver's side opened as expected.Out came a tired man, downcast in an old T-shirt and ill-fitting shirt.His hair is all white, and he walks with shallow feet, like a local farmer.

McCree was about to go out and ask if he needed help when he saw the scar running through the man's face.

He hid back, holding ZuoLunShouQiang tightly with his right hand, and touched the position of the flash bomb with his left hand.

"Jessie, is that you?" The man suddenly spoke. "I saw the light of the cigar just now. I have to say, you really have to give up your bad habit of smoking during the night watch."

McCree dropped his left hand.His heart pounded against his chest, and he couldn't believe it:

The former Overwatch commander Jack Morrison, who had long been officially declared dead, was standing in front of him in plain casual clothes.

"God." He walked out of the corner of his hiding place, and his pace involuntarily quickened.He stood in front of Morrison, looking him up and down.

"So, you actually resigned and went back home to grow corn, sir?"

In the darkness, he couldn't see Morrison's expression clearly.But he didn't hesitate, the instinctive joy and excitement made him cross the original level and age gap between them, and hugged Morrison tightly.He felt that Morrison was trembling too, probably as he was, from seeing someone he had lost for so long.

But it didn't take long for him to feel that something was wrong.

At first, Morrison raised his arm and patted him on the back lightly.But the intensity suddenly increased, and the fingers dug into his shoulder uncontrollably, causing him pain.Morrison was trembling so hard it was like a piece of confetti burning in flames.He had never seen his chief look like this—it was Jack Morrison, always graceful and confident and perfect.In his heart, even when Morrison died, there must have been a firm smile on the corner of his mouth, as chic as a hero.

"Jesse, help me."

There was pain in Morrison's voice that couldn't be ignored.McCree let go of him subconsciously, separated a distance, and looked at the face carefully again:

Except for that familiar face, he would never admit a mistake. There was almost nothing similar to the former Jack Morrison on this person.

He looked dazed, his eyes empty as if he had lost his soul.He was trembling all the time, his lips were pale and chapped, blue and blue from biting.While they were talking, blood was flowing out from the newly opened wound, and he didn't even notice it.

"I... I lost Reyes. I need your help, find him."

McCree didn't let go of that familiar name.He froze for a moment, then realized what Morrison was saying.

"Sir? You mean, not only are you alive, but Reyes is also alive?"

Great joy washed over McCree's mind in an instant, and in an instant, he hated himself for spending 7 years of decadent and meaningless indulgence.

His stomach was churning upwards for nicotine, and at this moment, he wanted another cigarette so badly.Any brand is good, let him ignite it, smoke from the beginning to the end, burn his brain with the lingering smoke, and have a carnival that no one knows in the bottom of his heart.

He didn't understand why Morrison looked so sad, because after he said that name, the last trace of color disappeared from Morrison's face.He almost didn't even have the strength to stand up. He bent his legs slightly and sat down on the floor.

"Jesse, Reyes didn't die in that explosion. He was brought back to life, just kept losing his memory. I met him in Dorado, and after that we decided to come back together, we had important things to do Tell everyone..."

He couldn't even lift his head, and his voice was as soft as the wind.

"But, I lost him. I lost him, Jesse. I should have been watching him. I knew what was going on with him, but I left him alone... Reyes he Fell off a cliff. I need your help to find his body."

When McRae led the equally stiff Morrison to appear in front of everyone, everyone's reaction was similar to him:

First shock, then joy, and when they heard what they needed to do, they all looked shocked and sad again.

Almost everyone came out to help.They only left a few necessary people behind, and everyone else got on Torbjörn's station wagon.He had already removed all the tools on it, and now the car came in handy.

Morrison had driven all day to find the Gibraltar monitoring station, and it took them about the same amount of time to get back to their original location.After seeing the broken guardrail, Genji jumped out from there without saying a word, stepping on the rock wall all the way down and making a thumping sound.The burly Hanzo was surprisingly good at rock climbing, he was not as ostentatious as his brother, but he also quickly disappeared into the night.

New girl Hana "D·VA" unfurls her battle mech.As she wobbled down the rock face, the pharah flew beside her.They joined the Shimada brothers at the bottom of the cliff, but neither of them saw Reyes' body.

"Maybe he didn't die after he fell." Tracer patted Morrison on the shoulder lightly, and handed Morrison the No. 76 fire-resistant jacket she had just found in the transfer station. "Night Breeze is still a little cold, put on your clothes. If you find him and you fall ill instead, wouldn't you worry him?"

Morrison knew she was referring to Reaper's unique ability to vape.Indeed, if he changed his form the moment he fell, it might be possible to survive.Even in Dorado, he apparently shot Reyes in the gut, and he ended up coming back to life.

A glimmer of hope rose in his heart.Perhaps, Reyes was sitting quietly somewhere at the bottom of the cliff, waiting for Morrison to lead someone to find him, instead of not even saying hello, just like a puff of smoke, blowing away on the wind.

Before you know it, it is a new dawn.

Farah came back once in the middle to add new fuel to the Raptor.She looked at Morrison hesitantly for a while, and finally said in a low voice:

"Genji seems to have found some rags, but I'm not sure if they belong to Uncle Reyes. The brothers are still looking down there, and D·VA hasn't given up on the search. As soon as I have news, I'll come back and let you know."

Morrison said nothing, just nodded mechanically.He saw tears in Farah's eyes, the child had always thought Reyes was her real father because of the color of his skin.

He heard heavy footsteps coming from behind him, and they gradually faded away.McCree and Winston did everything he had done before.They found footprints in the grass, searched all the bunkers and caves they could find nearby, and even the small warehouse was turned upside down.

Time ticked by, nearly 24 hours had passed since Reyes disappeared, but they found nothing.

The voices around Reyes' name came one after another, and McCree even used all kinds of nicknames and nicknames back then.Winston contacted Angela who stayed at the monitoring station three times, but there was no new news.

That heavy, hollow feeling returned to Morrison's chest.He couldn't be sure that Reyes was dead, but he couldn't believe he was alive either.He sat blankly on the edge of the broken guardrail, watching the sky change in the blink of an eye, as fast as the midday sun setting in a second, as if decades of time had passed while he was sitting quietly, Only he was left alone, like a speck of dust in a piece of time.

He heard his own breathing, heavy as if it was about to tear the eardrum.Consciousness seemed to be drifting away from him, he didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes, probably since he left Dorado.But that's okay, he often doesn't sleep much for a week before reuniting with Reyes.He can stand it.

Morrison recalled everything that happened in Dorado.Only at this moment did he realize that after surviving the long seven years full of pain and despair, the time left for him and Reyes in this world was actually only a short two days and three nights.

He closed his eyes, recalling Reyes's voice and smile in the darkness.He suddenly felt very cold, very cold.He hugged his arms unconsciously, but he couldn't help wondering, when Reyes was pulled back to the world again and again from the nothingness of death, would he be the same every time his body reorganized? fever?On the edge of life and death, is he also so cold?

Their whole life swept by the torrent of war, and their dedication to the truth struggling on the edge of life and death, is it all worth it?

The pace of search gradually stopped, and the old and new members of Overwatch came back one by one.Pharah and DVA found a space to sit down, took off their heavy mechs, and soothed their aching joints and muscles; McCree handed out the biscuits and water they found in the warehouse, and ate them himself; Brother Tien sat wearily on the rock, head to head and fell asleep; Tracer turned and buried a choke and tear in Winston's chest.

They couldn't bear to tell Morrison the fact that they had gained nothing, and they could only watch the sunset and the dying hero's back from afar.

Knowing that it couldn't go on like this, Winston pursed his lips, and said deeply:

"We have to go back. If we continue to search like this, it will be even more difficult to find whereabouts after dark, and we will easily encounter unpredictable dangers."

Most of the people present were just ordinary people, without the strengthened soldiers' bodies like Morrison and Reyes.After traveling overnight and searching for a whole day, everyone is already close to the limit of their physiology.Winston was even a little worried. If the search continued like this, even Morrison might not be able to hold on.

He thought for a while, looked at Morrison and added: "After I go back, I will use the satellite I launched before to scan the area thoroughly. No matter what, we will find Reyes. What do you think?"

As if hearing what he said, Morrison paused for a moment, then stood up from the ground.

The expressions on everyone's faces softened all of a sudden.Tracer, who had been worried that Morrison would raise objections, was also relieved, and turned to walk towards the station wagon.She caught a glimpse of the Pharah, who was still resting just now, putting on the raptor armor again, as fast as if he was attacked by an enemy on the battlefield.She was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Fala? Why do you..."

Following Fala's anxious and focused eyes, she also looked in Morrison's direction.Morrison walked slowly, but with firmness in every step.He walked over to the broken railing where he had sat not far away, staring at it all day.

"Sir, that was the first to be searched over there." McCree said behind him, adjusting his hat casually.Morrison didn't answer, and his footsteps didn't stop there—his body shook, as if someone had gently pushed him.Then, he fell straight down from the cliff.

McCree let out the most indecent scream of his life, like a chicken with its neck trampled on.And the people around him were not much better, for a moment, everyone let out a cry of astonishment, only Tracer saw a figure passing by like a shooting star.

Farrell, who had been concerned about Morrison's mental state, immediately caught Morrison who fell in mid-air.When she brought Morrison back to the ground, everyone in the Overwatch rescue team had already gathered beside the gap in the guardrail, leaning out half of their body and looking desperately, as if they were about to commit a collective suicide.

Pharah put Morrison down, only to find that he had no feeling in his limbs and seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.

"Jack, Jack?" Tracer, who thought he had fallen to his death at the bottom of the cliff, almost burst into tears. Fala quickly explained the situation to her, watching the expression on her face change from grief to surprise: "But... even if he has I haven't slept for two or three days, this is a common thing in the past, and I won't be in a coma..."

"It's never his physical condition that can break a fighter."

Without waiting for Tracer's response, Farah handed Morrison to Winston.She said succinctly: "Let's go back."

Winston understood her, and ran to place Morrison in the middle of the carriage.McCree started the car, and they set off before the sky darkened again.

On the way back, no one spoke.Everyone was tired, but what happened in the end was the straw that broke their spirits.Farah frowned even more, not even the closeness of the other two girls beside her made her feel any better.

Of all the people present, no one could understand Morrison's situation better than her. Seven years ago, she also experienced the same pain as Morrison:

In one day, she lost the mother she loved the most, and at the same time lost the purpose of life.

Growing up, she was surrounded by heroes.She never got to have her father by her side, but every old Overwatch member attended her PTA meetings and graduation ceremonies.Although her mother taught her to practice high-intensity judo and boxing techniques just to enable her to protect herself, in her young heart, she had already determined her future path——

She wants to join Overwatch and become a part of the heroes.Then, fight side by side with mother to defend the peace of the world.

During the short reunion with Morrison, she felt relieved, but also secretly worried for Morrison.

She saw a familiar look in Morrison's eyes as he gazed at the cliff.She herself has experienced things that are broken and broken, as if they can never be repaired.

But she is still young. Seven years can't erase those traces, but it's enough to dilute the pain.She stood up again, not only that, she also learned to fly.

She really appreciates how her mother taught her to be strong.If not, Jack Morrison would never have recovered his life.

Pharah fell into reverie, not even realizing that the car had arrived at the monitoring station in Gibraltar again.Others helped lift Morrison out of the car, which woke her up.She also jumped out of the car, breathed in the salty seaside wind, and tried hard to suppress the sadness welling up in her chest.

"Fariel?"

Someone was calling her name from behind.Farah was a little surprised.Everyone here except Angela calls her by short form.But the voice already sounded a little old, it was definitely not Angela's voice.

She turned her head suddenly, and saw the white-haired woman standing next to the tall man at a glance. I haven't seen her in 7 years, and she is older than I remember, but other than that, nothing has changed.

Farah let out a gasp in disbelief, and let out an even louder cry.She took a big step, ran over without hesitation, and hugged her mother tightly.

Anna choked in her arms, and muddy tears dripped down one by one.Farah was already crying too badly. After she saw Morrison who came back from the dead last night and helped find Reyes all day long, she accepted the fact that Anna came back alive without asking a word.Instead, it was Anna. While stroking her daughter's long black hair, she said tremblingly:

"It's my fault, my daughter. I should have told you I was alive..."

Farah didn't speak, just bit her lip and shook her head desperately.She was still crying, but she had a happy smile on her face:

"No, mother. It would be good if you came back, and that's enough for you to come back."

Reinhardt on the side was also wiping tears.Anna has laughed at him since a long time ago, although he is such a big man, but he always cries.But he just couldn't help it.

"Fala, you're... so old."

He watched Anna's mother and daughter embrace each other with complicated emotions, but he didn't have his share.Yes, who made him always busy fighting around when he was young, and when he realized that he and Anna always get together less often, Anna already has Faree.

"Fariel, they said you just went out to find Reyes." Anna asked, "I saw Jack just now, what happened?"

"When did you get here?" Farah asked. "You weren't there when we left last night. It's a long story, but I can make it short."

After listening to Farah's narration, Anna had already put on Farah's familiar serious expression.The commander and adjutant who always handled everything properly returned to her. Before Reinhardt could express her opinion, she made a decisive decision:

"Fariel, get those kids something to eat, and we'll start again right away."

Farah was slightly taken aback, but she understood what Reyes meant to Morrison and his mother.She also has deep feelings for Reyes, who always encourages her, and if Morrison hadn't had a sudden accident, she would still want to search again.

"No one can beat a single mother when it comes to finding things. I brought my infrared device, which is very useful at night." Anna said. Let's go together."

The strong veteran scratched his head, and made preparations without saying much.

When Morrison woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.Dr. Angela Ziegler stood by his bed and told him everything that happened during his coma.

"You are pushing yourself too hard." Angela said, "You must know that you are no longer young."

Morrison said nothing.He sat up from the bed and wanted to go out the door.

"Jack!" the doctor called to stop him from behind, "Anna said you would call her as soon as you woke up. She is already on her way."

Not long after, Anna really came.She was followed by a frustrated McCree, and Morrison knew the results of their search without her saying anything.

The former adjutant was blind in one eye but still sharp.Seeing Morrison's expression, Anna lowered her head guiltily.

Morrison stepped forward and patted Anna on the shoulder lightly.

"You've done enough," he said softly, "You've done your best."

They all read something else in Morrison's tone.Over the past years, through the wind, frost, sand and dust, the flesh and blood of dead comrades-in-arms, and all the slander and betrayal, Morrison refers to the past and the present.

A surge of bitterness surged up, Anna held back her tears, and saluted Morrison a long-lost military salute.Morrison also raised his hand in return, solemn and solemn, and then he patted Anna's shoulder lightly.

"Now that you're back, I can finally rest assured."

His hand slowly slipped down from Anna's shoulder, as if letting go of a heavy promise.At that moment, Anna suddenly felt that the life of Jack Morrison, who once belonged to everyone, had come to an end.He tried his best to burn out the last ray of hope, and now he only makes her feel distant and strange.

"Jack?"

She couldn't help calling his name.Morrison gave her a look, and she swore she saw in that eye the flames of vengeance and hatred gathering.

Panicked, she reached out to pull him.Morrison broke free without showing a trace, and walked out alone.

McCree was facing the wall, crying and mourning.Anna grabbed his cloak, told him not to cry anymore, and quickly find someone to stop Morrison.

"Stop?" McCree looked confused, "Did he say what he was going to do?"

Anna didn't know how to answer.

It was just an instinct, because she was facing the officer she had followed all her life, the former commander of Overwatch, Jack Morrison.She knew which subtle movements of his meant determination, and which steps meant long-planned plans.Not to mention, after she knew the truth of the year, she had the same idea for a time:

Those who wantonly trample on their ideals and lives, they should pay the price.

But she just thought about it.After all, her daughter is still alive, along with her daughter's father.She already owed them too much, she couldn't just let go.

But Morrison, he has nothing to worry about.

She watched Morrison walk out of the building and towards the gate of the monitoring station.She didn't have her weapon with her, otherwise she wouldn't mind giving Morrison a shot of numbing in the neck.McCree has already rushed to the waiting room to fetch reinforcements.She just hoped there was still time, to stop Morrison before he left.

At this moment, Anna saw a truck approaching from a distance.The car was older than the pickup that Morrison had driven, and the windows were open on both sides, and Latin music was blaring loudly.It approached the gate of the monitoring station, so it slowed down, obviously targeting the monitoring station.

Morrison also saw the truck.The car covered with mud and putty passed him slowly, the driver saw him, jumped out of the car window and said something to him, the thick Spanish accent prevented him from hearing the man clearly speak english.

He didn't even turn his head, his blue eyes only saw the endless mountain road ahead.

Behind him came the sound of a door opening and closing.Someone got out of the car and trotted all the way to chase him.He guessed that the person probably wanted to ask for directions, or heard the news of the Overwatch reunion, and wanted to find them for something.But this has nothing to do with him.

A familiar voice called his name at that moment.

"Jack!"

He turned away slowly.Seeing the figure of the person coming, he opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Everyone in Overwatch saw this scene.Just when McRae dragged them over involuntarily, they all saw Reyes who jumped out of the car, and Morrison who stopped and turned around.

They looked at each other for just two seconds.Morrison broke into a gallop.He has always run very fast, and now he is as fast as a wolf.Everyone saw him jump into the air and throw Reyes to the ground suddenly——

Then, in full view, Morrison leaned down and kissed Reyes on the lips without hesitation.

Reyes' embracing arms froze in midair.He heard the sound of the crowd coming from behind, and saw Morrison running towards him.He guessed it was going to happen, but couldn't stop it in time.

Morrison's kiss was fierce and urgent, hot and painful, with an irresistible breath.He kisses Reyes longingly all over his face and neck, over and over, until Reyes, holding him to comfort him, notices that he's starting to tear his own clothes.

"Oh, Jack..." He turned his head awkwardly, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Reinhardt spilling coffee all over himself, and McCree was banging his head against the truck, making a dull sound .

"You want it, no problem, but can we not be here..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and then realized that Morrison wasn't blinded by the fact that he was still alive.Those hands touched his skin from inside to outside, carefully searching to see if there were any fatal wounds on his body.After confirming that he was really intact, Morrison finally let him go, took his hand and stood up from the ground.

Pretending not to see what just happened, Anna walked over and greeted Reyes cordially.

"Gabriel, what happened? Jack said you fell off a cliff, and we've been looking for you for two days."

Reyes seemed to have just remembered something.He turned around, and the driver of the truck was getting out, waving awkwardly at everyone in Overwatch.

"He is a local garrison soldier. He also helped out when the monitoring station was built, but after Overwatch was disbanded, he was also sent home and started a small business of transportation."

"I know yours!" The driver greeted everyone happily, "Overwatch is our friend! Back then, the robots came from the sea. Without Overwatch, there would be no hometown for me!"

Everyone looked at each other, the driver patted Reyes on the shoulder, and continued: "I met this friend on the road. He was lost and couldn't find his home. I asked him where he was going, and he said he was going to find Jack Moore." Leeson. He wanted to help him fill up the car, but he couldn't find the car when he went out."

Morrison's eyes darkened.Reyes quietly took his hand.

"I can't find his car either. But I know who Jack Morrison is!" The driver's eyes lit up. "Jack Morrison is Overwatch! I know where to find Overwatch!"

"But we were too far away from the monitoring station," Reyes whispered to Morrison. "I ran in the wrong direction, which was the opposite of the location of the monitoring station. It was a day later when I met this gentleman. Later, his car broke down several times on the road, which delayed a lot of time. Until today I I just remembered who I am, thinking that you must be in a hurry, so I urged him to send me here quickly."

"I thought you fell." Morrison's voice