glory [rebirth]

Schwartz counted the time second by second. The enemy didn't know that he had woken up and let him fall asleep in the room.

The Intelligence Department moved quickly and silently. They slowly surrounded the place, wiped out the followers without anyone noticing, and then cut off the circuit in the basement, breaking through in one fell swoop.

When the lights in the room were turned off, it was pitch black everywhere, but he seemed to see light, and slowly opened his eyes.

What happened afterwards was logical, the enemy grabbed him, took him as a hostage, strangled his neck, and pressed a gun to his temple.But I don't know if it's because of the effect of the drug, or because he trusts his colleagues in the Intelligence Department so much, Schwartz doesn't have much fear in his heart.

His eyesight has recovered, and he saw his colleagues not far away gesturing to him, cooperating very well to avoid ballistic burns when the sniper fired bullets.

The other party fell straight beside him, Schwartz did not look back, calmly removed the hand that was still on his neck, and then walked forward slowly.

He gave a military salute to his colleagues, and then smiled silly. The joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe made him feel relaxed.

Colleagues covered him with a thick blanket and helped him into the ambulance.

Schwartz's injury was not serious. Apart from being injected with some kind of nerve paralyzing drug, there was also a knife wound in his lower back.

The doctor laid him down and drew his blood.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was very high, and Schwartz's hands and feet returned to temperature after a while.

"Does it hurt?" the golden retriever asked with concern.

Schwartz nodded honestly and said, "It hurts."

The golden retriever smiled helplessly, and asked, "I see you were very courageous just now, why are you still afraid of pain when you stand there motionless?"

"I...I..." Schwartz's face was a little red from the cold at first, but it didn't look so obvious at this time, "I want to scare that Zed, who hijacked me..."

Golden Retriever: "..."

"And if I, if I move around, how can you shoot..." Schwartz explained again.

The shot was fired by the golden retriever. After hearing this sentence, he inevitably felt very heartwarming. He reached out and touched Schwartz's head.

"Where's Mel?" Schwartz asked.

"Under the control of the investigation team, everyone who came into contact with you today will have to be interrogated. He is the main suspect." Golden Retriever replied.

Schwartz was silent for a few seconds. After he disappeared, this was the inevitable result.

"How many people have been arrested here?" He asked again.

"Basically all gone. Fourteen were captured alive, but eight committed suicide." Jin Mao frowned.

Schwartz was a little surprised by the answer, blinked his eyes, and asked again after a while: "Qingtong...is it okay?"

"..." This time the golden retriever didn't answer, but said instead, "You are still in a daze now, didn't the doctor tell you to rest well, the person we called directly from the third hospital, Mu Qingtong was also there, It's all right, you'll know when you get there. Oh, and the Crown Prince will be back tomorrow too."

"Boss he..."

Before Schwartz finished speaking, the golden retriever stood up and was about to go out.

"You take a good rest, I haven't arranged some aftermath work, so go out first."

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz turned his head and said helplessly, "Okay."

The golden retriever patted his head.

Central region, coordinates unknown.

The helicopter propeller fanned up a piece of sand, and the rhythmic roar beat everyone's eardrums.

"Has his identity been verified?" A second lieutenant asked while standing on the high ground with his hands on his hips, frowning.

The subordinate stood not far away, and ran over with the communicator and handed it to him: "I have already called, sir..."

Before he took the communicator and opened his mouth, the other party said bluntly: "I am the station master in the central region of the Ministry of Intelligence. You should bring him back immediately."

"...Yes, sir." The second lieutenant returned the communicator and looked curiously at the half-dead Damian.

Damian's appearance was extremely tragic, his upper body was naked, his trousers were torn and blood was everywhere, his whole body exuded a rotten stench, his beard and hair were almost the same length, messy, and there was a thick layer of blood scab on his chin .

The soldier touched his forehead, startled by the scalding heat.

Quickly took out the thermometer and stuffed it into his mouth.

Take it out after a few seconds.

40.2c.

"Sir..."

"Carry it up." The second lieutenant pointed to the helicopter.

Since no rescue notification had been received before, the helicopter was not equipped with medical personnel, so it could only simply treat Damian's injury and apply a hemostatic drug.

After boarding the plane, the second lieutenant and the two soldiers stayed beside Damian.

Knowing that he would arrive at the headquarters in a short time, Damian didn't feel sleepy. He tilted his head and looked at the sky outside the plane, and suddenly felt a line of sight staring at him.

He turned his head away, and saw the second lieutenant's slightly probing eyes.

Damian: "..."

The second lieutenant didn't feel embarrassed when he was found peeping, but became more blatant.

"My name is Tang Mingxu." The second lieutenant introduced himself.

Damian: "..."

Damian opened his swollen eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at me for?"

Tang Mingxu put his hand on his chin and asked, "You are at the same level as me, why did you appear there? And the tattoo on your body doesn't look like someone from our legion..."

Damian raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his index finger and hooked Tang Mingxu.

Tang Mingxu: "..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Damian let out a "tsk".

Seeing that he was so secretive, Tang Mingxu thought it was a secret and it was inconvenient to say it, so he had no choice but to lean over and put his ear to his mouth.

Damian raised his head slightly, and said solemnly, "Go get me a glass of water."

Tang Mingxu: "..."

Tang Mingxu held back his anger and winked at the private first class beside him, who took the backpack over.

The helicopter was not very stable. The soldier helped Damian sit up slowly, put the cup near his mouth and fed him a little bit.

After drinking the water, Damian looked better, but his eyes were still red due to the high fever. He lay down again and explained: "I haven't drank water for several days. I just escaped in a hurry and didn't find a source of water. ...I really have no choice but to bite a person's neck, I don't know if he is sick, so don't use this cup for now."

Although it was for his life, Damian still couldn't accept his behavior just now. The high fever made the scene in front of him hallucinate, and the bitten neck kept dangling in front of him.

There was another churning in his stomach, and he gritted his teeth to resist the discomfort to prevent himself from vomiting on the plane.

"Are you okay?" Drinking human blood is really shocking in this age, Tang Mingxu also put away his previous expression and said seriously.

Damian shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and after a long time he recovered, he said: "I didn't officially serve in the Thorn Legion, this time it was a mission assigned by the Intelligence Department, and I worked as an undercover agent in it, but I failed. But the information is still in my stomach, and the luckiest thing is that I was not killed."

"..." Tang Mingxu didn't know how to respond. The traces of torture on Damian's body were very obvious. He pursed his lips and reached out to pat Damian's shoulder.

King Yaer City, the Third Hospital.

The chief surgeon opened the door of the operating room, took off his mask, and looked tired.

J7 and Henry and his group moved over nervously, but no one dared to be the first to ask, for fear of waiting for the result they didn't want to hear.

The doctor glanced at them and said, "Both adults and children are fine, and they have been rescued."

All the members of the guard suddenly let out a tacit exclamation, and reached out to clap their hands nearby.

Henry's nerves, which had been tensed all night, relaxed, and he looked at them with some amusement.

The doctor coughed lightly, motioning for them to be quiet.

Henry quickly made a "stop" gesture.

The doctor continued: "But in the future, you must rest well. The baby will be born in ten weeks. During this time, you must pay attention..."

The doctor was silent for a while, and the identity of the person who could be sent to the operating room by the Royal Guards was obvious, but he thought about it again and again, and said: "I hope the father of the child can take good care of him, although the body before the pregnancy He's in good condition, but he's still too young, his body's nutrition can't keep up after pregnancy, and his weight is obviously underweight... That's why he's so prone to accidents."

Henry saluted the doctor and said, "Thank you, I will definitely convey it."

The war in the central region is drawing to a close. In order to end the war earlier, Jiang Yao launched almost all the missiles.

The enemy had several nuclear bombs in their hands, and they were intercepted by lasers just after they were launched, and exploded in the air.

The already weak ecosystem in that area was completely destroyed, and the huge vibration caused landslides, and the surface was slowly being changed clearly on the satellite.

The shock even reached the bottom of the sea, quietly brewing a tsunami a few hours later.

Jiang Yao kept staring at the real-time display of the battle situation, and the adjutant brought him a chair to sit on.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the picture indifferently.

At that moment, he knew very well that even though the cost of this war was high, he still won the victory, and the enemy had no trump cards to win.

The nuclear bombs they feared before have all been detonated, and within a hundred miles will be completely reduced to no man's land.

What he did would definitely be criticized by the media, so he controlled them early on, gagged their mouths, and left them speechless.

This is his country, and he can't tolerate someone coveting his throne, and he can't tolerate someone trying to split it.

He is willing to pay such a high price in exchange for years of peace.

After that, good news came one after another. Damian, Schwartz, Mu Qingtong and his children successively sent news of safety, which made his manic heart gradually calm down.

What Mu Qingtong said is right, this life is different from the previous life after all, those things that were going to happen, changed through their efforts, did not happen.

The officers present will always remember that day when the young crown prince inexplicably turned into a tyrant, and after the battle, his eyes were inexplicably empty and his expression was peaceful.

It's like splitting into two completely different personalities.

After many years, the general of the Thorn Legion, who was already the marshal of the empire, mentioned it, and the little prince told him the truth, and he suddenly realized it.

The next day, the Third Hospital.

Mu Qingtong finally woke up in the dazzling light after coma. After refocusing his eyes, he thought it was something wrong with his memory—just like the last time he had an accident in the hospital, after waking up from sleep, Jiang Yao Appeared before his eyes.

The difference is that this time he still has an oxygen tube inserted under his nose, and an ECG monitor is placed beside him.

Jiang Yao went straight to the hospital after getting off the plane. He didn't shave his beard and stayed up all night. His eyes were obviously bloodshot, and there was a black and blue mark underneath.

Mu Qingtong was still infusion, so it was inconvenient to raise her hand, so she just tilted her head.

Jiang Yao knowingly stretched out his hand to put on his face, and the latter dawdled lightly.

"The child is fine." Jiang Yao said.

Mu Qingtong nodded, wanted to speak but found that he was still in a state of loss of voice, so he wanted to clear his throat.

Jiang Yao quickly covered his mouth and said nervously, "Drink first."

Mu Qingtong nodded obediently, his eyes were crooked when he smiled, and the arcs they propped up were like the moon.

Jiang Yao slowly helped him up. There was a cup of poured hot water on the table. Before feeding Mu Qingtong, he even tested the temperature himself and put the cup to Mu Qingtong's mouth after making sure it wasn't hot.

"The fight is over." Jiang Yao helped Mu Qingtong lie down slowly, and stroked the broken hair from his eyebrows. "Yesterday, a full-scale attack was launched, and the war is over... Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"No big problem." Mu Qingtong shook his head.

"Really?" Jiang Yao was a little skeptical.

"Didn't you say that the plan would take about a week, why did you finish playing so soon?" Mu Qingtong asked solemnly.

Jiang Yao was a little dumbfounded about his question, pinched his face which was much rounder than before and said: "You really become stupid every time you get hurt, what's wrong? Do you want to fight?"

Mu Qingtong said awkwardly: "...Oh."

After a while, Mu Qingtong said again: "I'm sorry..."

Jiang Yao stroked his soft hair, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't do my preparations well."

Mu Qingtong didn't speak.

"By the way, where's Xiao Hei?" Mu Qingtong finally recovered and asked nervously.

Jiang Yao was taken aback by his sudden sitting up, and hurriedly said: "Don't move around! He's fine, and Damian is back. He's in charge of the hospital's surveillance now. The video of me being with you can't stay .”

"Oh..." Mu Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief, "What happened yesterday?"

"He was taken away, and the matter is still under investigation..."

"Is it Herman?" Mu Qingtong asked.

Jiang Yao didn't nod, but his expression had already acquiesced.

Even though both he and Schwartz were in distress and the matter was still very big, since Herman dared to do this, he must have picked himself out, no matter how much he investigated, he would not be affected.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

"At the place where Schwartz was tied up yesterday, a dozen people were captured alive, a few committed suicide on the spot, and a few were brought back to the Intelligence Department..." Jiang Yao stated quietly, "It's not 12 years from now. Hour."

"And then?" Mu Qingtong asked.

"The ones who were alive all died." Jiang Yao said, "They were not locked together, two of them were handed razor blades, and the others were given potassium cyanide and died suddenly."

Mu Qingtong couldn't help him with this kind of thing, he looked at Jiang Yao for a long time, and slowly raised his hand.

"Don't move." Jiang Yao carefully pulled his wrist, for fear that the needle would damage his blood vessels, "Whatever you want, I'll get it for you."

Mu Qingtong shook his head and said, "No need..."

He stretched out his other hand without infusion to pull Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao didn't know what he was going to do, so he let go of his hand.

Mu Qingtong was still in a powerless state, pinched his fingers, pulled them to the top of his lower abdomen, and then pressed them lightly: "Jiang Yao, touch him..."

Jiang Yao: "!!!"

Even through a layer of quilt, he still felt an obvious circular arc. The feeling was very strange. The joy of becoming a father for the first time made him forget everything in an instant.

"Put your hand under the quilt, Liangliang is moving..." Mu Qingtong said with a smile, "He knows you're here, and he likes you very much."

Jiang Yao withdrew his hand and stared at Mu Qingtong in a daze, not daring to reach out to touch it.

Mu Qingtong said helplessly: "If you don't touch him, maybe he won't move."

"Ah..." Jiang Yao uttered a syllable.

Mu Qingtong couldn't help laughing at his bewildered look: "Quickly touch your son."

Jiang Yao put his hand into the quilt, spread his fingers and almost covered Mu Qingtong's entire raised belly, he didn't dare to put it on it too hard, just touched the skin there lightly.

Mu Qingtong had no choice but to cover Jiang Yao's with his hand through the quilt, signaling him not to be so careful.

There was a warm touch from the delicate skin, Jiang Yao looked at Mu Qingtong, and his nose felt sore for a moment.

"Did you feel it? He's moving, like bubbling." Mu Qingtong said.

Jiang Yao held his breath and put his whole body's attention on the palm of his hand. He felt it for a long time, during which he moved a bit, but he still couldn't feel any movement in Mu Qingtong's stomach, so he shook his head a little disappointed.

Mu Qingtong also felt a little strange. He thought for a while and said, "Is it too young now?"

Jiang Yao put his hand on his stomach, seemed reluctant to withdraw it, and agreed: "It's only 18 weeks, maybe you can touch it in two weeks."

But Mu Qingtong didn't answer at this time, he looked at Jiang Yao, hesitant to speak.

Jiang Yao asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Mu Qingtong pressed his hand through the quilt, thought for a while, and then said: "I have something to discuss with you."

"What?" Jiang Yao frowned, not quite understanding why Mu Qingtong suddenly spoke in such a tone, "Say it."

Third Hospital, Inpatient Department.

All the monitoring in the hospital has been connected to his firewall. Originally, he and the golden retriever stayed in the monitoring room to observe the situation, but Jiang Yao and Yi Ermo also brought back a person, who was sent here directly after getting off the plane.

Schwartz was dumbfounded when he saw him.

The golden retriever didn't know the origin of it, but he said to him very understandingly: "Want to go and see? I'll watch over here."

"..." Schwartz didn't know how to thank him, thought for a long time, and said, "I, I can't see it now, Irmo is here, you, you go to him, I'm here to guard the same thing. "

But the golden retriever said: "What do you know, you little kid? I'm not in a hurry to meet him for a while. You go to find the one named Damian first, and come back after reading it."

"Okay, okay..." Schwartz still looked a little embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head, and said, "Thank you..."

The golden retriever touched his head again.

Damian's fever had subsided, but after the information got out of his body, he fell into a coma not long after he got off the plane.

The trauma on his body was very serious, with festering and festering in many places, but he miraculously avoided the area radiated by the nuclear bomb, and was discovered by the helicopter in time and brought back to the headquarters.

Enduring the pain in his lower back, Schwartz hurried out of the monitoring room and rushed into the elevator, praying that he could go downstairs faster.

But the elevator stopped several times on the middle floor. He couldn't bear it anymore. He got out of the elevator and came to the stairs, grabbing the handrail and almost flying down.

He was not good at sports at all, and he nearly fell down the stairs several times, but he finally caught up after stumbling.

He watched Damian being pushed into the operating room, and finally his legs became weak, he covered his mouth and squatted down, his eyes were full of water mist, and his vision was blurred.

Damian is still alive, but...

He didn't know why he was kidnapped, stripped naked and had his subcutaneous tracker removed, and even when the enemy died in front of him, he didn't cry. He couldn't stop crying the moment he saw Damian.

He squatted helplessly in the corridor, his eyes were red, and he buried his head in his knees, suppressing his crying.

At that moment he realized that Damian had become an inseparable part of his life, even though he never told Damian that he liked him, but his inner emotions had already answered.

Two months of separation without any news made him feel at a loss, and after he deduced that Damian was undercover, he was even more bewildered.

He worried about hearing from Damian again, the announcement that he had died.

And now Damian survived, he didn't die, but he went into the operating room.

Ermo came over with a pack of tissues, looked at Schwartz who was squatting on the ground, sighed, and said, "Don't cry, he's fine."

Schwartz heard a familiar voice, wiped away his tears, and barely saw who came.

"He's all traumatic, but his bones are fine, and he lost a lot of blood. When we found him, he had a high fever, but it's under control now." Ermo squatted down with him, and patted his cheek comfortingly. shoulder.

Schwartz stared blankly at Irmo, tears streaming uncontrollably: "Really?"

Ermo wiped his face with a tissue: "It's okay, he should come out in a while."

Schwartz sniffed, took the tissue, and rubbed his face vigorously a few times: "Um..."

Then Irmo took out a communicator, handed it to Schwartz, and said: "He called you before he passed out, but you turned off the phone, he didn't know that something happened to you, and then he sent you a message , which should now be in the outbox."

Schwartz quickly reached for it.

[Damian: Wife, I'm back, do you miss me -3-]

Schwartz burst into tears.