"Do it!" As Nighthawk roared, it seemed like a miracle. God could not tolerate evil people after all. Several people suddenly fell down beside Haraqi, and strings of blood flowers rose up in this dark and dark place.

A cruel night.

Shocked, Haraqi fell into a brief state of shock.

Nighthawk and his team members all turned over and picked up the weapons on the ground, raised their guns, and under the cover of the monkeys high up, they engaged in close combat with Halachi.

After the gunfire continued for a cigarette, everyone on Halaqi's side had fallen to the ground. The dead bodies formed a strange circle around Halaqi, who was standing still.

If everyone had guns, this would have been a battle with a disparity in power. At best, it would be a group of civilian terrorists with guns versus a group of well-trained professional soldiers. The results can be imagined.

Nighthawk shot down the last escaping enemy with one shot, raised his kick and kicked over Haraqi who was shot and fell to the ground, stepped on his chest and said, "I said, I will let you die without a burial place."

Haraqi looked at Nighthawk in horror. A moment ago, he was feeling very proud, but now he was really a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He stretched out his hand to beg Nighthawk for mercy. The corners of his mouth kept trembling, and his speech had changed.

It’s no good asking for it.

But what was waiting for him was only a bullet filled with incomparable anger. His limp hand slowly dropped to the ground, ending his life of betrayal and shame.

The military assassin on the side was still not relieved. He walked up and fired a bunch of bullets at Haraqi's body until the magazine was empty. The people next to him could still hear the constant sound of the firing pin. This shows how much the military assassin hated this scumbag.

The military assassin raised the empty gun and slammed it on Halachi's body. The anger in his eyes did not get smaller, but in fact increased a lot.

"Captain, come here quickly." The sound of mine sounded in front of him. Nighthawk followed the sound and found that mine was squatting on the ground with a person lying in his arms.

Nighthawk's heart suddenly seemed to have hit rock bottom. He repeatedly told himself that that person was not Doro, that person was not Doro, and convinced himself over and over again to believe this fact.

Maybe it was just to give my own conscience some comfort, but the truth always came so quickly and so cruelly, and hope never passed him by.

When he ran to Lei Lei, he looked at the person in Lei Lei's arms. His whole body felt like he had been showered with cold water from head to toe, with a biting coldness and desperate compromise. He squatted down quietly and helped Lei Lei.

Doro in my arms.

Doro was shot in the chest. In the chaos just now, a bullet penetrated the chest of Doro who was standing there blankly. It knocked down the man who was already heartbroken and shattered his heart that was still bleeding.

heart.

Seeing Gu Gu's donated blood continuously pouring out from his chest, and blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth, and finally gathering into blood bubbles. Nighthawk held his hand sadly, and tried hard.

I vented all my self-blame. I also wanted to transfer my energy to him, and even hoped that he could be resurrected.

Doro looked at Nighthawk holding his hand and recovered from his sluggishness. He said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon. I thought I would never see you again in this life."

His lungs seemed to have been punctured, and when he spoke, his breathing was like a broken fan, and the whirring sound was unpleasant.

Nighthawk looked at Doro's bleeding eyes, the forced smile and those words, and could no longer hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you properly." Nighthawk looked at the hero crying. He wanted to reach out and wipe away his tears, but his hands felt like they were filled with lead water and were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up.

Doro smiled hard and said, "What does this have to do with you? Just like what that bastard said, I chose this path and knew it would end like this, but I ended up hurting her.

My most beloved woman, I don’t deserve her love, but at the last moment, I know that I am her favorite person in the world, and I am satisfied. Haha, this life is enough, it’s worth it!”

Blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth. Every time he said a word, more blood spurted out.

Nighthawk turned to Lao Liu's remaining men and shouted, "Contact someone quickly. An agent here is injured. Send doctors and ambulance personnel quickly."

Lao Liu's men hurried to the off-road vehicle, took out their mobile phones and shouted inside.

Nighthawk turned his head and said to Doro, "Say less and the ambulance crew will be here soon. Save your strength and live well."

His voice was choked and tears couldn't stop flowing down. In fact, he knew that Dorothy would not survive. This was just another lie to himself.

Doro coughed twice, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's useless, I know, my lungs are broken, and I will be dead when they come, but I can be with you at the last moment of my life, and I will be friends with you."

I will die with no regrets about these good friends."

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the body of his woman in the distance. Suddenly, he felt much better and smiled brightly at Nighthawk, "Take her and me home with my father."

Country Z, I miss home, live a good life, I will look after you."

As soon as he finished speaking, with this bright smile, Doro's head hung heavily.

Looking at the breathless Doro in his hands, Nighthawk was silent, Landi was silent, Junqi and the monkey who had just returned squatted aside and shed tears silently, and Yaksha stood alone, looking at the moon in the sky.

The surroundings were bleak, leaving only sadness, crying and nostalgia.

Nighthawk held Doro tightly in his arms and burst into tears. No one came to comfort him, and no one came to laugh at him.

He had lost this good friend, and they had lost this good comrade-in-arms. Crying was the last thing he could do to Doro, could he still know?

The night filled the air quietly around them, taking away Doro's soul and their last glimmer of hope.

Jun Ci suddenly grabbed the monkey, hit him twice in the mouth with his bow, and shouted loudly, "You bastard, aren't you a monkey? Aren't you very good at climbing up and down? You drop your chain at the critical moment.

Would he have died if he had shot him sooner?"

A straight punch hit the monkey's face, sending him flying away. Jun Xi wanted to step forward again, but was tightly held by a pair of hands. Nighthawk's faint and sad voice sounded behind him, "That's enough."

"Everyone who should leave has left. Many people have died today, so don't make it difficult for your brothers."

Jun Ci stopped struggling and looked at the monkey lying on the ground panting. He also knew that the monkey was blaming himself. He stamped his feet fiercely and stood aside by himself with his head in his arms.

Soon, the rescuers arrived. Several men in white coats carried stretchers. Under Nighthawk's instructions, they lifted the bodies of Doro and the woman and got into the rescue vehicle. Nighthawk looked back.

Looking at the messy scene, I suddenly felt tired.

What am I doing all this for? Will Doro be my fate? If I choose this path, what will my path be like?

With endless emotions, several people got into the car dejectedly. Although their mission was successfully completed and the nuclear bomb was saved, they knew that in fact they lost completely and had no way out.

What kind of victory is it if you can't even protect your own friends?

Blowing the night breeze outside the window, Nighthawk felt that it was a completely different world from the refreshing breeze when he first arrived. It was more like the soul-calling wind blowing from hell, attracting Doro and his woman away.

It even took away my own kindness and innocence.

Back at the embassy, ​​Hunter had been waiting at the back door, accompanied by the ambassador's assistant. Seeing their arrival, the assistant stepped forward and shook hands with everyone, congratulating them on completing their mission and making great contributions to the country.

But he found that everyone was lifeless and indifferent to him. Under the whisper of the hunter beside him, he silently lowered his head, nodded to the hunter, turned around and left with a serious expression.

The hunter didn't say anything to Nighthawk and walked directly to the car carrying Doro's body. Seeing Doro walking there peacefully, he solemnly and silently saluted with a standard military salute.

A week later, under the escort of military planes, Nighthawk and his group were sent back to country Z. As they stepped on the land of the motherland, Nighthawk was filled with emotion.

He knew that Doro's body had been sent back a day ago, and today was the day of his burial, so he didn't have time to rest. They got in the car and drove directly to the Martyrs Cemetery, dragging all their equipment.

There were soldiers guarding the entrance to the Martyrs Cemetery. When they saw the military vehicle approaching, they let it pass without blocking it. After turning a few corners, the vehicle stopped steadily in front of the procession that was holding a funeral for Doro. They jumped out of the car and watched.

Looking at the people standing silently in front of the team, they lowered their heads and walked towards the grave.

"Come and pull me." It was Lao Zhou who spoke. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and the black sunglasses he always wore and came towards them.

Nighthawk nodded to him and stood beside him. In front of the tombstone, a white-haired major general was reading a eulogy, telling about Doro's contributions to the party and the country throughout his life.

There are only a few people surrounding the tomb, which illustrates the special nature of Doro's identity. Everyone who knows about his existence in this world is probably here.

"He is Doro's teacher," Lao Zhou said to Nighthawk beside him.

Nighthawk had no choice but to raise his eyes and look at the old man whose back looked slightly weathered.

Is this the person who raised Dororo? The old general was reciting his eulogy with sobs in his throat, paying no attention to everything around him.

The funeral was very simple, so simple that everyone only bowed to Doro's grave and presented a bouquet of flowers. Nighthawk left this sad place with Lao Zhou, got in the car, and walked far away

I took one last look at Doro's grave.

Only then did he know that Doro's real name was Liu Dingfa. Although the name was very rustic, it would be engraved in his heart for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!