The last stern shout directly suppressed Taro's cry, and he knelt on the ground respectfully: "Hey, my father's teachings, I will never forget them for a moment."
Jiro then helped his eldest brother up: "Okay, boss. Now is not the time to cry. Since the third brother is gone, we living people still have to realize our father's dream."
Taro nodded helplessly, but suddenly said excitedly: "It's okay if I don't go to Yanjing myself, but you have to send someone to find out who killed the third child, and then execute the law on the spot to avenge the third child."
Jiro smiled casually: "Since the other party can kill the third child, letting the other losers of ours go over will just die in vain. What's more, Yanjing is that guy's territory, and our strong dragons cannot suppress the local snakes, so let's think about it in the long term.
."
Taro felt confused for a while: "Do you already know who the murderer is?"
Jiro helped Taro back to the boss chair and sat down: "Boss, do you still remember what I told you that Yamamoto rushed back overnight last night, right?"
"Yamamoto? Ah, the people we sent to SPIDER, um, I still remember them." Taro rubbed his forehead, his memory has declined too fast recently.
Jiro supported the desk with both hands: "He originally had something to say to you, boss, in two days, but now it seems that it is better to let him say it in advance."
Taro did not put down his hand rubbing his forehead: "That's fine, you can ask him to come."
"He has been waiting at the door." After saying that, Jiro clapped his hands.
Taro's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction under the cover of his hand, but he concealed it well and did not let his second brother notice it.
Soon, the door opened, and a middle-aged man came in from the outside. He was the same man who was talking to Saburo, who was still in Jing at that time, in SPIDER Yanjing's shelter.
Taro pretended to be happy: "You are Yamamoto, right? Welcome home. I heard His Holiness say that you have something to tell me."
Yamamoto knelt down in fear and said: "Seeing the past, Venerable Master, I have not listened to your teachings for twenty years, and my subordinates have been thinking about the day when I will come back."
Taro enjoyed Yamamoto's respect very much, but the longing for his third brother still prevailed in his heart.
Waving his hand slightly: "Okay Yamamoto, I know you are serious. What do you want to say to me?"
Yamamoto straightened up and said: "Before Yamamoto returned home, he secretly met the future venerable. It was the future venerable who ordered me to withdraw from Yanjing as soon as possible. The future venerable told his subordinates that if he returns in three days,
If you have not returned to Japan, I will ask my subordinate to give you this letter. Although it is not time yet, my subordinate is uneasy, so I plan to show the letter to His Holiness first."
"You did a good job." Taro praised, then stretched out his hand.
Normally, Taro would ask Jiro to bring him the letter at this time, and Jiro was also ready for this.
Unexpectedly, this time, Taro said: "Yamamoto, please bring me the letter."
Yamamoto didn't understand the difference, so he stood up and respectfully placed the letter in front of Taro. Jiro lowered his head, with a sinister flash in his eyes.
Taro checked the letter carefully. The seal on it was very tight, and it didn't look like it had been opened: "Yamamoto, have you opened this letter and read it?"
Yamamoto immediately stood up straight: "After I came back, I informed the Lord about this matter and wanted to show the letter to the Lord. But now the Lord said that since it is a letter to you, he still won't read it.
So, no one else has read this letter since it was handed into the hands of my subordinates."
Taro said, "Very good," and inadvertently put the letter in front of his nose and smelled it. He gave Jiro a serious look with his head lowered, and said, "Very good," and waved his hand for Yamamoto to go down.
Taro didn't say anything else and opened the letter directly. It was indeed Saburo's note.
The letter was written like this in Japanese.
"Hello, eldest brother, you are as good as your face. I don't know if my running away from home hurt your eldest brother's heart. If it is, I'm sorry. But I don't regret it, little brother. Shang Wu knows that eldest brother, you are just like the second brother.
In order to complete my father's unfinished business, I sold my soul to the devil. Whether this is right or wrong, we have discussed it many times, but we have never come to a conclusion. Now I don't want to continue the discussion."
Taro unconsciously wiped his tears again, Jiro sneered and sat down on the sofa.
"Brother, my body can no longer hold on. The poison of your ally's medicine is too strong. Even I can't withstand the erosion of the medicine. I am not a perfect candidate for pure power, and I will not let myself become pure.
The pure power. Because in the eyes of my mother and I, this power is not pure at all, but extremely mixed."
After reading this, Taro couldn't help but slap the table.
Jiro smiled and said: "It seems that the third child has not forgotten his mother's teachings in his suicide note."
Taro ignored him and continued reading.
"I have always resisted becoming a pure force, but I have never rejected you directly in person. Now that I am dying, I have no chance to refuse. However, I have some ideas that I want to change. What you and your second brother are thinking about are actually
I have known it for a long time. You hope that I can inherit my father's career and launch the second Great East Asia War after I become a pure force. It was because I knew your thoughts that I chose to run away from home and work for SPIER.
Bodyguard’s.”
Taro raised his head and asked: "How could the third child know about the pure power?"
Jiro clasped his hands together and put them in front of his mouth: "After all, he is our younger brother and our father's son. I don't want to hide this matter from him."
Taro snorted coldly: "If you hadn't told him in advance, he wouldn't have left."
Jiro laughed loudly and said tit for tat: "He is my younger brother. I would rather let him die clearly than let him get eternal life in a daze."
As soon as these words came out, Taro was choked and couldn't refute. He gritted his teeth and gasped, and continued to read the letter.
"Brother, I left in the first place just to delay your so-called jihad. Because a lot of people would die and there would be more orphans like the three of us without parents. But since I lurked in SPIER and took the opportunity to investigate
After understanding my own body, I realized that simply stopping the war would not relieve your ambitions at all. Under the catalysis of the Doomsday Judgment Drug, I unexpectedly gained the ability to deduce."
Taro was shocked and said with mixed surprise: "The third child also has the ability to deduce. This is really great."
But suddenly he thought that his brother was dead, and this joy turned into great sadness.
Jiro also sighed: "Yes, he has gained the incredible ability to peer into the future just like you, the boss. If my father, Izumi Shita, knows better, he may not continue to hate American pigs."
"Why don't you hate them? Without those pigs, my father's career would not have failed." At this point, Taro suddenly realized how Jiro knew the contents of the letter? He indeed still peeked at the letter.
"After acquiring the skill of deduction, and based on the clues I secretly investigated, I realized that the so-called power of purity is so terrifying. I also know that if I continue to escape, your so-called purity will be wiped out like the virus of the cataclysm.
All human beings, including the civilization of the Yamato nation. Therefore, I can no longer be silent. For the future of mankind, I must prevent your suicide behavior."
Taro's hands were trembling, and he shook the letter loudly.
Jiro crossed his legs: "The third child has really grown up, and his power of resistance has indeed posed a threat to his father's career."
Taro looked down hurriedly: "Brother, I have decided to end my life, but my mother and I will never give up like this. My body can no longer continue to fight, but I found a giant dragon that can fly
The dragon above the nine heavens. The dragon breath he breathes out will destroy all evil, including you and your allies, as well as the extremely ridiculous and pure power. Finally, let me call myself a martial artist. Father, my life
He is a martial artist, but if his martial arts is based on sacrificing the vast majority of human lives, I would rather not be a martial artist. Third brother, this is the last word."
The letter full of handwriting slipped from Taro's palm, and tears of sadness and angry sweat dripped down together.
He tried to stand up with his hands on the table, but after several attempts, he still fell into the chair.
Jiro tapped his fingers and said calmly: "Boss, your body is too weak. Don't force it. You should also learn to try to let go."
Taro said angrily: "Are you forcing me to abdicate?"
Jiro took a deep breath: "What difference does it make if you abdicate or not? Boss, think about how many missions you have issued in the past ten years?"
Taro opened his mouth to refute, but finally gave up: "What kind of dragon is in the third brother's letter? Do you have any clues?"
Jiro stood up and paced back and forth in the office: "I have no clue, but I guess it is the *** person named Zhao Youbin."
Taro raised his eyebrows: "Can a young mercenary destroy my father and our century-old career?"
Jiro stopped and said, "I would rather believe that he has something than that that he doesn't have. You know what Lao San is like. He thinks very highly of himself, but he actually thinks so highly of a *** person. I don't believe that it was because of his illness that he sought medical treatment in a hurry."
What's more, Lao San has also mastered the art of deduction, maybe he really sees the potential of *** mercenaries."
Taro closed his eyes and meditated for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were completely gloomy: "Maybe I am really old and useless. My father died and my third son also left. I suddenly felt very empty. What is left is
I don’t want to have anything to do with the next thing. Second brother, you, you can do whatever you want.”
Nistsutsujiro smiled with satisfaction, silently, but extremely happy.
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