Dozo America

Seeing Preskin hugging Beasley and disappearing into the night sky, Lieutenant Colonel Martin waved his hand and weakly gave an order: "Evacuate the defense line, take all our people away, and leave the rest to the local police.

Let’s do it, we’ve done enough tonight!” With that,

He boarded the car, started it, and headed into the distance. Behind him were some military vehicles carrying soldiers following him. This mission was really terrible. At the end there was a vehicle specially designed to transport soldiers.

The number of soldiers killed in this battle reached more than 30.

Even in a small-scale war with those countries in the Middle East, it is impossible for more than 30 people to be killed. This is almost an unbearable burden for the current US military. This is a serious accident, and the leader of the team

Lieutenant Colonel Martin was the victim of this accident. He will be sent to a military court, and what awaits him is the end of his military career, and he may even be sentenced to imprisonment. Someone must be responsible for this action, and Lieutenant Colonel Martin is undoubtedly

A very good scapegoat.

Watching the U.S. troops leaving one after another, the sky began to light up at this time, and a glimmer of light slowly emerged from the hazy skyline. As the troops withdrew, some people who were preparing to evacuate and those who

People who had been evacuated on the road have returned to their homes one after another.

They had witnessed last night's conflict with their own eyes. Although the local police and army asked them to keep quiet, there were still people who secretly recorded some of the footage. It was impossible to deceive everyone about this matter.

"Everyone's gone, we should go too!" Gicaro struggled to get up. Then he pulled Steve up. They were seriously injured, but they did not go with the army. The army left the battlefield.

It was cleaned up very cleanly. The robot in the x17 plan was simply a joke in the battle. Beasley didn't even regard him as a player of the same weight and easily annihilated him in one fell swoop.

Despite this, the wreckage of the

There were traces of it. Even the bullet casings were taken away.

Giccarlo and Steve supported each other and walked to the town. Their car was still parked there. The good news was that the car was still there and not moving. But the bad news was that the two of them were in really bad condition.

, and the fuel tank was penetrated by bullets, and the car could no longer drive. Fortunately, there were still some residents of the small town who saw these two people when they went home. They enthusiastically kept them and contacted the doctor.

.

But they refused. This was not the place they should stay. Fortunately, a man lent them his old pickup truck. He was a man in his fifties. He looked very burly, but his waist was very thin.

Rough, a typical American image of a rough guy.

"Drive away, throw it away, or buy it, it's up to you." The old man shook his head and said to them, as if he was sighing. "It seems that you were also involved in that battle last night. It was really bad.

state!"

"Yes, we also participated, but... you have also seen the result. In fact, it proves that there is no use for us to go there, so we should not be so impulsive!" Giccarlo smiled at the old man, "But

, thank you very much, this is the key to my car, the gas tank has been repaired, and it can still be used!" He threw the key to the old man.

The old man took it, looked at it, and said with a smile: "It turns out it's a famous car, thank you!" The car was a Lincoln SUV, a relatively spacious and comfortable one. All the old men took it and smiled happily. He didn't say anything, anyway, you could tell.

, these two don’t really care what kind of car it is.

Giccarlo and Steve hit the road in an old-fashioned car. They must return to Los Angeles as soon as possible to treat their injuries. Perhaps after this battle, their injuries will affect their future abilities. But

Giccarlo no longer cares about these things. Even if he loses his superpower, what does it matter?

At the same time, Preskin was already on the road. He did not take the highway blatantly, but took ordinary remote roads, even mountain roads. All he asked for was safety, safety first, and he did not want to be exposed.

He stepped out of his position and caused some trouble for Zhen Fan.

"Put me down!" A relatively weak voice came over. After Preskin climbed to the top of a hill, he put Beasley down. He could not move for a long time. Only his eyes were slightly open.

Looking at the sky with astigmatism, the grass on the hillside was relatively soft, and the shade of the trees under the sun made people feel cooler. Beasley opened his mouth slightly.

Preskin put him down and sat on the grass next to him, looking into the distance without even looking at Beasley. Looking at the woods and grass below the hillside, Preskin felt that he was in a special mood

of peace.

"I'm going to die, just bury me here!" Beasley said to himself, "For the sake of the two of us working together, we buried me quietly. I don't need an epitaph.

There is no need for a tombstone or a coffin, it is enough for me to kiss the soil."

"Are you a poet?" Preskin bit the root of the grass and then spit it out. "I know what you said. Why don't you just find a hole and bury yourself when you die? I can hear you clearly. Why should you be so sensational?

?Killing you will not put any psychological burden on me, but it will allow me to live a peaceful life!"

"You're a bastard!" Beasley cursed, suddenly coughing violently, and then vomited blood from his mouth. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Plesskin, wanting to say something.

At that moment, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out further and landed on his chest. Before his fingers could even be lifted, they fell slumped onto the grass.

He stared at the sky and died.

Beasley was dead. Preskin turned his head and looked at his body. Suddenly he felt something sour in his eyes, but he still sat there quietly. After a long time, he got up and walked to

Beasley stood beside him, held up his two hands, and dragged his body into the woods.

Digging a hole was a simple job for Preskin, but he still dug slowly and carefully until the hole was very deep, and then he kicked Beasley's body into the hole.

, looked at him and said: "Sleep well, so that you will not kill people." As he said that, he began to fill the soil, and the soil slowly fell on Beasley's body.

This piece of land has been filled in.

Preskin sprinkled some dead branches and fallen leaves on the filled land here, covering it up as if there was nothing. As long as a few months pass, or there is a burst of rain, this place will be the same as other places.

Nothing can be seen. There is still one person buried here. A person who once caused headaches to the US military and the Nazis and caused heavy casualties.

Preskin didn't leave any mark here, and he doesn't want to come here again. He has his own destiny. He won't miss anyone, but he will definitely let himself live well. In fact...getting rid of Bi

Sli, not to mention saving himself from a nightmare person and an unspeakable experience?

The U.S. government and military are tight-lipped about what happened that night. They don't even mention hunting down another accomplice named Shia Plesskin. Even though they already know that this Shia Plesskin is the rescuer.

There were U.S. Army troops and people from that town. But they didn't come out to sing praises, and they didn't issue a wanted order.

Perhaps people in the government and the military know that although Preskin saved them, after all, he was once a wanted criminal who gave them a headache, so they are embarrassed to say that he saved the American soldiers and people. But they also know that,

Even Beasley can't deal with it.

They can't even deal with Presskin, so when Presskin has not done anything outrageous in the United States, they don't plan to alarm this guy. This way, everyone can live in peace, don't mess with me, be honest

If you take it with you, I won't mess with you.

This is almost a tacit understanding between them and Preskin. So when Preskin returned to Los Angeles, almost no one from the government or the military came to disturb him. But it does not mean that no one came to monitor him.

. Along the way, Preskin was monitored by them. But when he arrived in Los Angeles, the surveillance officers suddenly lost track of him.

A park in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

It was already afternoon time. A man was sitting on a bench, looking at the sparse people in the park. A young mother passed in front of him pushing a stroller. Preskin subconsciously stretched his neck.

Look at the baby in the stroller. It has a cute, white, plump face and two chubby hands. The baby obviously saw Preskin's stretched neck and that face, and let out a "chirp"

, laughed.

Preskin also smiled, and the young mother pushing the stroller also smiled. She said to Preskin: "It seems that you are a good father who likes babies. Is your child this big?"

"No, I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't have a child yet." Preskin smiled regretfully, "But... this still doesn't stop me from loving children like this, they are simply angels!"

"Yes, she has always been my little angel." The young mother said, and then said to Preskin, "There will be children, but... you have to find a girlfriend who can have children. But...

...You are so handsome, you must already have a girlfriend, right? Life is very generous, but...I have to go, goodbye, I like men like you!" The woman said, waving her hands and pushing the stroller

leave.

Preskin sat down on the chair peacefully again. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face. He was moved by the baby's smile just now, and something soft that he had never seen before fully expanded in his heart.

Yes, it's time to find a woman to spend the rest of his life with. Maybe... now is a good opportunity. Preskin nodded slightly, then looked at his watch and then at the sky, which was slowly getting dark.

After coming down, he looked around and found no trace of Zhen Fan. He sighed with regret and prepared to stand up and leave.

"You performed very well!" Suddenly a voice came from behind him. He looked back in surprise and saw a figure standing there quietly, then looking at him with a smile.

"You already have the Taoist heart that a cultivator has." The man slowly walked over and looked at him, "From today on, you are my disciple!"

"Really?" Preskin exclaimed in disbelief, then respectfully saluted Zhen Fan and called, "Master"

When he raised his head, he saw the smile on Zhen Fan's face. (To be continued...)