Star Sea's Strongest Violent Assistant

Chapter 79 Heroes
Late at night, the shelter was not as quiet as usual. Workers coming and going repaired roads, rebuilt walls, and cleaned up construction waste. Under the seemingly bustling scene, there was a sense of sadness and desolation.

Su Mo took Han Jia's hand and walked on the street. The warmth from the palm relieved Han Jia's headache a lot. She subconsciously moved closer to Su Mo, bowed her head and said nothing.

When Su Mo passed by, all the workers immediately stopped their work and looked at Su Mo with respect. Now everyone knows that the leader of the mutant who raided the shelter was killed by Executive Su. Executive Officer Su, those relatives and friends who were bitten can only wait for execution in despair.

Su Mo, Executive Officer Su, is the savior and hero of Shelter 11.

They came to an independent funeral home, where the remains of all the soldiers and executive officers who died in the disaster were stored. At Su Mo's request, the remains of Han Yiyi and Grandma Wang were also brought in.

Entering the mortuary, Su Mo saw an acquaintance, Li Wucheng, who was sitting on the ground, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, with sad eyes, and drank the wine one gulp at a time.

Su Mo knew why Li Wucheng was here.

Pulling hard in his heart, Su Mo sighed, first took Han Jia to the place where the remains of Han Yiyi and Grandma Wang were stored, opened the drawer, and brought out two cold and stiff corpses.

After being frozen, their bodies turned an abnormal blue color, their lips were blackened, and their eyes were closed tightly.

"Sister, you are back!"

"Jiajia, Yiyi, let's eat~"

In my mind, my sister's cute and lively face and Grandma Wang's kind and warm smile kept coming to mind. Han Jia clenched her fists tightly, her nails pierced deeply into her flesh, her eye sockets turned red again, tears fell silently, and her whole body was shaking. trembling.

Su Mo sighed softly, he could imagine how sad and sad Han Jia must be feeling at this moment.

"Su Mo~"

Han Jia wiped away her tears, turned to look at Su Mo, those beautiful eyes were now full of coldness and hatred:
"How can we kill all the mutants in the world."

Su Mo froze for a moment, then solemnly said: "Be strong, become strong enough, and you can kill them."

Han Jia has an S-level supernatural talent. As long as she breaks through to B-level, she will surpass the Supreme and God of War and become the most powerful person in the mainland.

The number one powerhouse, of course, has the ability to integrate all forces and jointly destroy the mutants.

"Become stronger~"

Han Jia murmured, a dark red fire flashed in her pupils, now, she could feel an extraordinary power in her body, blazing and domineering, as if it could burn everything.

Although she doesn't know where this power comes from, but she doesn't care anymore, as long as she can become stronger, as long as she can kill all the mutants and avenge the uncles, grandmothers and sisters in the town, so what if she falls into the abyss?
"I want to become stronger, help me!"

Han Jia stared straight at Su Mo, his pupils were slightly red, and his eyes were full of desire for power.

Su Mo nodded heavily: "Okay!"

Even if Han Jia doesn't say anything, he will help her improve her strength. In this cruel world, only strength is the foundation of a foothold.

After receiving Su Mo's affirmative answer, the red light in Han Jia's eyes faded slightly, turned around, and looked down at his sister and Grandma Wang, as if he wanted to engrave their appearances in his mind.

Su Mo backed away quietly, leaving Han Jia alone space. Then, he walked to Li Wucheng's side, sat down, picked up the bottle of wine, took a sip, and let out a mouthful of alcohol.

"When Lao Fang left, he smiled happily."

Li Wucheng spoke slowly, his originally clear voice became extremely hoarse now.

"In these years, only I know how much pain Lao Fang has endured. Habitual insomnia, often awakened from nightmares."

Li Wucheng took out a watch from his pocket. It was Fang Hao's watch. The mirror surface was a little broken and stained with blood. He couldn't help replaying the scene of his friend fighting bloody battles and laughing heroically before dying in his mind.

It was the first time he saw Fang Hao smiling so happily and presumptuously, he let go of all the pretense and pressure on his body, as if he had returned to seven years ago, that fledgling, enthusiastic new executive.

Su Mo took another sip of wine silently, looked at the huge word "Fang Hao" on the cabinet, and said quietly:
"Fang Hao is a hero."

"Hero~"

Li Wucheng smiled, his smile was so bitter, "Old Fang said that his dream before was to become a hero, but he ended up being a bear for seven years. Now he is fine, his dream has come true, but the man... is gone. "

"Because of that incident, Lao Fang has never married and has no descendants. As a hero, he may be forgotten in a short time."

"Old Fang, tell me, is your hero really worth it?" Li Wucheng's eyes were red, and there was an indelible sadness in his voice.

The best friend left me forever, this grief is no less than the death of a loved one.

From now on, no one can drink with him, no one can scold the injustice of the world with him, no one he can trust without reservation.

Su Mo patted Li Wucheng's shoulder, his eyes were deep and cold.

Aberrations, all sorrow and suffering come from aberrations.

Killing all the mutants is not only Han Jia's obsession, but now it has also become his goal that must be achieved.

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"salute!"

Following Raymond's order, all the executive officers and soldiers of No. 11 Shelter bowed neatly to the tombstone of the martyrs.

Behind them was a dense crowd of common people, who also followed the executive officers and bowed deeply towards the hero's tombstone.

"rise!"

Suddenly, everyone stood up straight with solemn expressions.

Lei Meng weighed his right fist on his temple, and his voice resounded:
"Hero's soul, be with me."

"Hero's soul, be with me!!!"

Thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices mighty and mighty, piercing the sky, and the brittle sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, covering the tombstone with a golden tulle.

The funeral ceremony was over, and the executive officers returned to the Executive Division, waiting for the order from the new director Raymond.

Raymond looked at everyone, still maintaining his concise style:
"Everyone, the post-disaster reconstruction of the shelter is urgent. Next, the first team will be in charge of the DC area, and the second team will be in charge of the XC area to ensure the normal progress of the construction. Any criminals who take advantage of the chaos must be severely punished."

"Yes!"

Everyone said in unison.

The damage to the infrastructure of Shelter No. 11 is not particularly serious. Most of the damage was caused by the giant pangolin battle. However, after the catastrophe, thousands of families lost their loved ones and their hearts were unstable. Conflicts broke out due to trivial matters. Therefore, the main task of the current executive officer is to appease the hearts of the people and play a deterrent role.

Just as shelter No. 11 was being rebuilt in an orderly manner, Carlos, the former director, began his difficult journey of escape.

(End of this chapter)