Ansara's figure finally slowly disappeared into the distance,
At the same time, the killers in the manor also quickly retreated. It was obvious that Ansaro 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.
Jia Long stood up with some difficulty, and after a while, his strong physical fitness and hard Qigong had an obvious effect. He was much better and faster than others.
I looked back at the people in the church.
The few remaining safe guards were carefully carrying the two generals onto the stretcher. Irisi and Sulin were squatting next to the eight-armed dragon king. Yoda's injury was too horrific, and a bloody fist-sized hole was directly punched through his shoulder.
The bones and flesh inside had all disappeared into minced meat. At this time, he was leaning against the wall with a pale face, letting the medical staff around him deal with the injury and quickly stop the bleeding. When Garen looked over, he actually still had 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 lost his temper 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 so arrogant when he was young. He 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, don't you??!!" Yoda was obviously angry and 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 break up the friendship just because of a little quarrel." The purple bearded bald man also spoke on the stretcher. "I have a suggestion here, but you two don't know."
"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 exchanged looks with regret.
Compared with Garen, who is facing Ansara head-on, they actually value the eight-armed dragon king Yoda more. Talents like Yoda will increase his combat effectiveness exponentially with the power of thermal weapons. Now he only controls firearms.
It is so powerful. It would be unimaginable to use more powerful weapons on the battlefield! It can almost control a small war!
As for a talent like Garen, no matter how powerful he is, he can only be a top soldier in special operations, assassinations, and invasion behind enemy lines. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot compare to the enlarged version of Dragon King Yoda. But no matter how you say it, there is still a need to recruit such talents.
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 completely recovered the smooth circulation of his energy and blood.
"Really?" Crohn shook his head with some regret, "Well, since this is the case, we won't force it. The two of you were seriously injured this time and need to recover. The manor will be strictly controlled 24/7 to ensure safety.
Just ask for any medicines and medicines you need."
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 were really unwilling to join the government, but from the perspective of playing hard to get, the two of them would not agree so quickly even if they wanted to join.
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. In fact, it can be regarded as 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.
After only ten minutes of fighting in the manor, the number of casualties reached hundreds. Corpses and body parts were everywhere on the ground, and blood flowed slowly along the lower corners. Under the sunlight, swarms of blowflies were already attracted to some places.
It's buzzing.
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 in charge of elite special force personnel were actually driven 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 spread to the international community, other countries couldn't help but look down upon the Federation's strength. They might even regard the Federation as a soft persimmon! They would all send people to come and cause trouble. Even if they were not soft persimmons, they would be really ruined by that time.
Soft.
With the support of two medical staff, Gallon finally stopped being tense and relaxed slowly.
As soon as he relaxed, he felt dizzy and a wave 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 Ansha Luo's palms were, but now his condition was very bad and he needed to practice hard.
This was the first time he felt tired.
This is simply incredible. In previous fights, no matter what kind of opponent he was, even if he was a master fighter like Andrela, he could persist in his spirit without wavering and could hardly feel the limit of his endurance.
But now he feels very tired.
He seemed to hear what Erici was saying but he couldn't hear it at all. He just barely maintained his consciousness and allowed himself to be supported by several people. He was carried on a stretcher and sent to a room, and then finally
Fall into a deep sleep.
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. Sitting on a curved chair beside the bed on the right side was a beautiful and delicate purple-haired girl. Her long purple hair was tied into a ponytail, and the hair on her forehead was combed diagonally to one side.
A feeling of purity and charm combined.
This girl is none other than Su Lin's sister, Irisi.
She seemed very tired and 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 Arisi, there is also a basin of clean water for wiping on the purple bedside table, and a black towel soaked in it.
"Are you awake?" Irisi saw Garen opening his eyes in a daze, and quickly stood up. "How do you feel? Teacher Garen?" she asked nervously.
"Fortunately, I can just take care of it myself." Garen felt that his body seemed to have recovered a lot. "The palms of Ansara are probably just a martial art with a temporary effect, and my body is strong enough, so there should be no problem.
.”
He propped himself up and half leaned against the head of the bed.
"This is?" 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 was a pink sofa in the corner of the room, which was made into
A pink hippopotamus that is as tall as a person. The hippopotamus’ back is the backrest. It looks naive and extremely cute.
"This is my room." Irisi smiled lightly. "All the rooms are occupied by the wounded. I might as well let you rest in my room. You won't be surprised, right?"
"Of course not." Garon sighed and then smiled. He had a vague feeling that after this battle, Irisi's attitude towards him seemed to be a little different.
I turned my face sideways and looked out the window. The sky outside was bright and bright, and a light layer of blue-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, Galen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is the situation now?"
"Fortunately, my eldest brother has already stepped forward to manage the manor. The House of Representatives is very angry about this terrorist attack. Now it 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 stared 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 is about the Golden Sword Seat."
"Golden Sword Seat?" Garen's eyes narrowed, "Is this what Ansara is here for?"
"Yes, father said that he would 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 quickly. She understood that stronger martial artists didn't like to be disturbed when they were 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.