Global High Martial Arts: I can draw endless labels

The sound of salutes resounded throughout the city.

Those ordinary people who had retreated were also called back.

At this moment, the reopened fireworks shops in the city were swept away by excited customers.

The boy who had left home found a few friends and set off fireworks with laughter.

The parents accompanied him with smiles.

In the corner of the city.

The old man sitting next to the chessboard wiped the tears from his eyes.

He set up the chessboard happily.

It was still the same game when the old man left.

The old man remembered it very clearly.

However, after waiting for a while.

Still no old friend came back.

The old man couldn't help but stand up and look at the alley.

But at this time.

A team of soldiers in neat military uniforms came in line.

"Old man, is the resident of No. 101 here the residence of Mr. Fang Baoguo?"

The leading sergeant asked.

The old man looked at the neatly folded national flag in the sergeant's hand, and then looked at the person behind him.

There was a tray in his hand.

On the tray, there was a long knife with blood on it and the blade was broken.

The old man suddenly understood.

He shook his head and fell back.

The sergeant was helpless and was about to go in and knock on the door to ask.

But at this moment.

The old man suddenly said: "Don't knock, he is the only one in that house."

"You, put the things on that seat, he will receive it."

The old man pointed to the seat opposite the chessboard with trembling hands, and tears flowed silently.

The sergeant paused and understood.

He carefully placed the tray on the small chair, and then covered it with a red flag.

Finally, there was a medal.

The old man suddenly refused.

"You can take the medal back and keep it. He didn't go there for that thing."

The sergeant was speechless and silently took back the medal.

Then he saluted silently.

The old man suddenly burst into tears, crying and laughing.

Like a madman...

...

In the empty room.

There was still an ashtray on the balcony.

There was a half-smoked cigarette butt inside.

It can be seen that the owner left in a hurry.

Because except for that one, the other cigarette butts were so smoked that they were almost smoked together with the butts.

There would be no left.

The door suddenly opened at this time.

A woman with a child who was no more than six or seven years old walked into the room.

The woman could not hide her sadness.

Behind them, there was also a team of neatly dressed soldiers.

A sword wrapped in clothes, a neatly folded red flag, and a medal.

The three things were neatly placed in front of the woman.

The child picked up the medal curiously and kept looking at it.

"Mom, is this Dad's thing?"

...

Victory has arrived.

The whole city fell into half joy and half sorrow.

But generally speaking, it was still joy.

Because they had overcome the seemingly impossible difficulties.

They should celebrate this victory.

But at this moment in the meeting room of the Songcheng Military Headquarters.

The atmosphere did not ease at all.

Lou Cheng, Li Nuo, and Qin Hao.

The three people were staying in the meeting room.

Lou Cheng was telling Qin Hao about the details of the secret mission.

Li Nuo added from the side.

When the time came to four or five in the afternoon, Lou Cheng finally stopped.

After drinking a sip of water, he signaled Li Nuo to take out a box.

Qin Hao remembered that this box was the one that Li Nuo had been holding in his hand when he came.

The box was all black and made of unknown metal.

It looked very valuable.

"Qin Hao, do you remember what I told you that I would provide you with a special equipment?"

Qin Hao nodded.

Then he looked at the box: "Could it be that this is the special equipment?"

Lou Cheng exhaled lightly and nodded.

Li Nuo entered the password and suddenly there was a sound of air pressure venting.

The box slowly opened.

A burst of cold air escaped.

Then, Qin Hao saw the metal bracelet lying quietly in the box.

"Now, let me briefly introduce you to this epoch-making work, which is completely different from the powerful equipment of foreign mechas."

"Biological armor!"