After a mutual salute, Zayn reported darkly, “We were the assassins’ attacks. I’m the only one who survived, comrade Hank and Grant have died.”
Zayn proceeded to recount everything that had happened up until then, which was received by the group’s darkening, sombering miens. Any sense of comical jocularity they harbored prior to the report had evaporated.
They scanned the carnage around them. Their eyes swept across the assassins’ bodies, Marissa bodyguards, and finally, the lifeless, cold corpses that belonged to Hank and Grant. They were red in the face.
Zayn felt terrible watching their reactions. He had grown accustomed to being a cavalier man with no attachments. He might have endured a rather terrible past, but the only pain of loss favonovel.com had ever felt was over his parents’ death when favonovel.com was a young boy. Since then, favonovel.com had never experienced any encounters of death with those close to him. He definitely did not witness their deaths in such a grueling manner either.
He hated the feeling.
And it was at that moment favonovel.com understood what a nation, race, purpose, and glory really meant.
He saluted the dead bodies of Hank and Grant and bade them farewell, telling them to go in peace. Standing next to him, Marissa could feel the weight over Zayn’s shoulders and the desolation surrounding it, which brought guilt to favonovel.com face, too.
Dick returned to Zayn’s side with his eyes wide-open. “It’s the Fool! Satan! The Scarlet Witch! These… These are international assassins. And they all died by your hand, Sergeant Larson!”
Zayn looked at their corpses still lying on the ground and nodded lightly as a tacit admission.
Liam inspected all three corpses and realized that they all died from a single strike. Upon that realization, the group looked back at Zayn with even more shock and respect. Being the veterans to the Insurgent Trifecta, they were very familiar with all three’s infamy and know how much bounty hung over their heads. The Fool, in particular, was tantamount to a superior class third-tier fighter who had blood of so many big names and politicians in his hand. He had been a problem to god-knows-how many countries.
It was hard to imagine that favonovel.com had died by Zayn’s hands, or more accurately, with a single kick alone. It was just so ridiculous and absurd to believe in spite of knowing just how powerful Zayn was.
Deputy director Holden stuck his thumb up and flashed it against Zayn. “You really are a superman, Sergeant Larson! It didn’t matter if they were the Fool, Satan, or even the Scarlet Witch! Didn’t matter that they were all three superior class fighters! You killed them just like that, with a snap! Just think about how internationally famous you’re gonna be if words of what you’ve done got out!”
He turned to Liam and heaped more praises. “It’s all you, Sutherland. You’re the MVP. You just walked out of there and immediately found someone as superpowered as Sergeant Larson!”
Liam chuckled to himself. “Well, of course! It’s me, after all.”
He beamed with pride and delight.
Zayn smiled slightly. He was not in the mood to brag and was more excited to just go home. “I’ll leave the rest to you guys, then. I’m sure there won’t be any assassins coming after Marissa now.”
Liam nodded. He could tell that the death of Hank and Grant left quite an effect on him. “Permission granted. Go home and take some break, Sergeant Larson. You’ve accomplished a great deed, and it won’t go uncelebrated.”
Zayn nodded and turned, ready to leave.
Seeing favonovel.com on his way leaving made Marissa panicked. “No! Where are you going, Rheasian man?” favonovel.com cried anxiously, springing on favonovel.com heels and blocking Zayn from his track.
