The old man knocked on the roll-up door, and after a while, the door opened. Under the bright lights, a tall man stood at the entrance, strong and exuding a sense of battle-hardened severity, especially with an eye patch over his face, giving him a wild and fearsome appearance.
However, upon seeing the old man at the door, the man immediately showed respect, “What brings you here, old sir?”
The old man, referred to as “old sir,” walked inside. “Let’s talk inside.”
He dismissed the person who had been assisting him and instructed the man to close the door.
The man helped him sit down on the only chair that looked somewhat decent. The old man glanced around the room, which was filled with fruit, the sweet scent of fruit filling the air. At the front, there was a computer, its screen lit up, suggesting that he had been busy at the computer before the door was opened.
The old man sighed heavily, “The famous lion has actually come to sell fruit, such skills wasted for nothing.”
The man, however, did not take it too seriously, “What brings you all the way here to find me? I heard that your health hasn’t been great lately, and long trips aren’t suitable for you.”
The old man looked at him. Even though his eyes were clouded with age, there was still a piercing sharpness in his gaze that seemed to penetrate the heart, “Recently, a new anti-terrorism squad has been established in Tibet. You have practical experience in anti-terrorism, and I want to send you to be a special training instructor.”
The man forced a bitter smile, “I’ve already retired, and besides, you can see that I’ve lost sight in one eye; I no longer have the courage of my youth.”
The old man snorted coldly, “So what if you’ve lost sight in one eye? It’s not like you’re completely blind. The Tony I know is a great hero who fears neither life nor death and charges forward without hesitation. When did you become so downcast? Moreover, I value you the most; only you can handle this mission.”
He did not speak further, and the old man had no intention of pressing him.
“Think it over. Let me know once you’ve made your decision.”
Seeing the old man about to rise, Tony hurried over to help him up. Outside, upon hearing the commotion, someone pulled open the roll-up door. The man who had just assisted the old man rushed over to take the elder from Tony’s hands.
The old man got into the car, and soon the black SUV disappeared into the quiet night.
Tony slightly lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see. After standing in a daze for a while, he finally went back inside and pulled the roll-up door down again.
He walked to the computer, sat down, and opened the previously minimized webpage. The page displayed the comment section of Instagram, and he continued the unfinished task from before, defending her in the comments below every post that insulted her.
This was currently the only way he could protect her.
Because of Jones Calvin’s sudden confession, Mira became the target of siege by major media outlets. Connor was bothered by the harassment these past few days, so he simply assigned Mira a more distant announcement.
To perform a comforting performance in the army in Tibet.
Not long ago, Mira sang the theme song for a patriotic television drama, a duet with an old artist. This was something Connor had put a lot of effort into securing for her.
Mira also felt that she should avoid the situation at this time, so she accepted Connor’s suggestion. She would go to the army for a comforting performance; she didn’t believe those reporters would dare to follow her to the army.
Several other artists and two singers were also going. Mira was the youngest among them. When they arrived at the army, a young soldier led them in.
The car could not drive any further than the gate. The army had arranged barracks for them. The path from the gate to the barracks passed several training grounds. Seeing the barbed wire surrounding the training grounds gave a solemn and inviolable feeling.
As they passed one of the training grounds, Mira glanced inside unintentionally. She saw a group of people standing in the distance, and a military officer in camouflage uniform giving a speech. She noticed he was wearing an eye patch. She couldn’t help but look a few more times and quickly recognized him as Tony Brown.
How was he here? Wasn’t he already discharged?
The young soldier leading the way probably noticed Mira’s gaze on Tony Brown, and he whispered to her, “That’s the captain of our special forces team. It’s said he was re-employed after retirement, personally re-employed by higher-ups.”
He spoke in a mysterious tone. He must have joined the army not long ago; he looked very young, probably younger than her, with a youthful naiveté on his face.
“Speaking of our captain, he has a great background. He participated in many counter-terrorism and anti-drug operations, and he’s received three first-class personal merits. It’s said he also served in peacekeeping forces, and almost got promoted to lieutenant colonel before retirement. In short, this captain is a war hero with numerous achievements, and he’s my idol.”
