Mysterious journey

clang! !

The bell sounded again outside the door.

Ansara's figure finally slowly disappeared into the distance,

At the same time, the killers in the manor quickly retreated. Obviously, Ansara did not intend to completely break up with the Yalu Federation, so he quickly stopped his attack when he had the absolute upper hand without killing the two general-level officers.

Garen stood up with some difficulty, and after a while, his strong physical fitness and hard Qigong had an obvious effect. Much better and faster than others.

He looked back at the people in the church.

The few remaining safe guards were carefully carrying the two generals onto stretchers. Irisi and Sulin were squatting next to the Eight-Armed Dragon King. Yoda's injuries were too horrific. A blood hole the size of a fist was directly punched through his shoulder. All the bones and flesh inside disappeared into minced meat. At this time, his face was pale. He leaned his back against the wall and allowed the medical staff around him to deal with the injury and quickly stop the bleeding. Seeing Garen looking over, he was actually in the mood to glare at him.

"What are you looking at! I'm not dead yet!"

Erici also ran over quickly at this time and came to Garen's side. Looking at Garen's chest that was shot, she wanted to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare, for fear of hurting Garen.

Her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and she asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, my strength is much stronger than some tough-talking old immortals." Garen was embarrassed and sneered at the Eight-Armed Dragon King.

He just couldn't stand Dragon King Yoda. This guy was obviously no longer strong. He was so old, but he actually thought he was still arrogant like that when he was young. I really thought he was the best in the world.

Moreover, the other party's martial arts realm was in a mess, and he could actually be on par with him by relying on hot weapons, which made Garen a little unhappy.

"You want to die, right??!!" Yoda was obviously angry, and he hurriedly wanted to get up and roll up his sleeves.

"Come on, come on! I'll stand there and let you hit me. If you can hit me painfully without using a gun, I'll count you as the winner!!" Garen shouted back.

"You!! Ahem!" Yoda was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "You stinky boy!!"

"Okay, okay, everyone, please stop talking!" Su Lin quickly stood up and stood between the two of them, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Both of you are the top beings in their respective fields. There is no need to ruin the harmony just because of a little quarrel." The purple bearded bald man also spoke on the stretcher. "I have a suggestion here, I wonder if you two"

"Needless to say, it's impossible for me to join the Secret Service. It's better to be alone and free." The Eight-Armed Dragon King immediately refused.

"Don't you think about it anymore? Joining a country is better than being alone."

"No need, everyone has his own ambitions." The Dragon King shook his head without any hesitation.

The purple bearded man and Lieutenant General Krohn both felt a little regretful, and they exchanged looks.

Compared with Garen, who is facing Ansara head-on, they actually value the eight-armed dragon king Yoda more. Talents like Yoda will increase their combat effectiveness exponentially with the power of thermal weapons. Nowadays, just controlling a firearm is so powerful. It would be unimaginable to use more powerful weapons on the battlefield! It can almost influence a small war!

And a talent like Garen, no matter how powerful he is, is at most a top soldier in special operations, assassination, and invasion behind enemy lines. No matter how powerful he is, he can never compare to the enlarged version of Dragon King Yoda. But no matter what, such talent recruitment is still necessary.

The two stopped carrying their stretchers, and their eyes fell on Garen standing by the wall at the door.

"What about Mr. Gallon's wishes? Are you interested in joining our newly established Secret Service Department?" The purple bearded man also knew that he had slighted Gallon just now, so he quickly made up for it, "If you are willing to join, you will be given the position of deputy minister." Absolutely no problem.”

"I'm sorry, that's not what I'm after." Garen shook his head. His face was equally pale. Ever since he was slapped several times by Ansara, he still felt that his body had not fully recovered the smooth circulation of his energy and blood.

"Really?" Crohn shook his head with regret, "Well, in this case, we won't force it. The two of you were seriously injured this time and need to recover. The manor will be under strict control 24/7. Just tell us what you need about safety and various medications.”

He knows that many martial artists have their own methods of healing injuries, which are particularly effective, but require different things from ordinary people.

The failure of recruitment this time was actually not too unexpected. Not from the perspective of whether they are really unwilling to join the government, but from the perspective of playing hard to get, even if the two wanted to join, they would not agree so quickly.

And anyway, both of them are friends invited by Su Lin. Even if they don't join, they can easily contact each other in the future, which is actually a strength on his side.

After a fierce battle, a large number of supporting soldiers and medical staff arrived and began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The fighting in the manor lasted only ten minutes, and the number of casualties reached hundreds. The ground was littered with body parts, and blood flowed slowly along the lower corners. Under the sunlight, there were already swarms of blowflies buzzing in some places.

When the support troops who came to support saw this scene, they all became nervous. Fortunately, the general was fine, otherwise this would be the biggest scandal since the founding of the Yalu Federation.

Two Secret Service generals who were responsible for the elite special force personnel were actually forced to defeat by an international killer organization and died in the final battle.

This would be a fatal blow to the Federation's reputation.

It's like a police chief being robbed of his home by a robber.

When word spreads to the international community, other countries will look down upon the Federation's strength and may even regard the Federation as a soft persimmon and send people to cause trouble. At that time, even if the persimmon is not soft, it will be really soft.

With the support of two medical staff, Garen finally stopped being tense and relaxed slowly.

As soon as he relaxed, he felt dizzy, and a tide of exhaustion suddenly surged into his head.

"Give me a quiet room, I want to rest." He whispered.

"No problem." Without waiting for Su Lin to reply, Irisi spoke first.

At this time, Garen felt that even his ears were a little confused and he couldn't hear clearly. He didn't know what kind of martial arts An Shaluo's palms were, but now he was in a very bad state and needed to practice.

This was the first time he felt tired.

This is simply incredible. In past fights, no matter what kind of opponent he was, even if he was a master fighter like Andrela, he could maintain his spirit without wavering and could hardly feel the limit of his endurance.

But now he felt very tired.

He seemed to hear what Arisi was saying, but he couldn't hear it at all. He just barely kept his consciousness clear and allowed several people to support him. He was carried on a stretcher and sent to a room, and then he finally fell asleep.

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I don’t know how long it took.

Garen slowly woke up.

Opening his eyes, he was lying on a large round bed, surrounded by pure white plush, as if he was lying among countless white feathers.

The ceiling is covered with light purple wallpaper, and the edges are engraved with fine floral patterns, which looks extremely delicate.

Taking a deep breath, a faint fragrance filled the bed, a bit like the fragrance of flowers, but more like the fragrance of a woman's virginity.

Garen turned his head and looked towards the bed. On a curved chair beside the bed on the right side, a beautiful and delicate purple-haired girl was sitting. Her long purple hair was tied into a ponytail, and the hair on her forehead was combed sideways. A feeling of purity and charm combined.

This girl is Su Lin's sister Arisi.

She seemed to be very tired, and she was dozing off gently with her head tilted. This was completely inconsistent with her usual elegant image, but gave Garen a more realistic sense of closeness.

In addition to Irisi, there is also a basin of clean water for wiping on the purple bedside table, with a black towel soaked in it.

"Are you awake?" Irisi was in a daze, just in time to see Garen open his eyes and quickly stand up. "How do you feel? Teacher Garen?" she asked nervously.

"It's okay, I can just take care of it myself." Garen felt his body and seemed to have recovered a lot. "The palms of Ansha Luo are probably just a martial art with temporary effects. Plus I'm physically strong enough, so there shouldn't be any problem."

He propped himself up and half leaned against the head of the bed.

"Is this here?" Garen then noticed that the layout of this room was very soft and delicate, with floral patterns everywhere, and a light fragrance filling the room. The most eye-catching thing is a pink sofa in the corner of the room, which is made into a pink hippopotamus as tall as a person. The hippopotamus' back is the backrest, which looks very naive. Extremely cute.

"This is my room." Irisi smiled lightly. "All the rooms are occupied by the wounded, so I might as well let you rest in my room. You won't be surprised, right?"

"Of course not." Gallon said, and then smiled. He vaguely felt that after this battle, Irisi's attitude towards him seemed to be a little different.

He turned sideways and looked out the window. The sky was bright and bright outside, and a light layer of blue and white was sprinkled on the windowsill.

"Can you get me a glass of water?" Garen felt a little thirsty.

"Of course." Irisi quickly poured a glass of water from the exquisite purple water bottle and handed it to Garen.

After drinking two full cups of warm water in one gulp, Garen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is the situation now?"

"Fortunately, my eldest brother has already stepped in to manage the manor. The House of Representatives is very angry about this terrorist attack. Now the place is surrounded by thousands of guards inside and outside. There are also three general-level officers who have arrived, absolutely guaranteed our security while tracking the whereabouts of terrorists.”

She paused for a moment and looked into Garen's eyes with her beautiful eyes.

"Thanks to you Master Garen this time, otherwise I might be really in trouble."

"Su Lin has also helped me a lot, why are you talking about this?" Garen waved his hand.

"By the way, father said, if you wake up and your body is fine, please go to the conference hall. There is something important, and it's about the Golden Sword Seat."

"Golden Sword Seat?" Garen's eyes narrowed, "Is this what Ansara is here for?"

"Yes, father said that he will tell everything. The attack of Ansara means that this is no longer a secret."

"Okay, let me take a rest first." Garen nodded.

"Then I'll go out first so I won't disturb you." Irisi got up and left very wisely. She understands that stronger martial artists don't like to be disturbed by others when they are recuperating.

Garen nodded, watched after Irisi left, closed the door, and then slowly closed his eyes.

There is no change in the attribute column below the field of view, it is still the same.

‘Power 2.64. Agile 1.22. Physique 2.09. Intelligence 1.53. Potential 98%. ’