Chapter 449

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Abaddon walked up and down the room, looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand from time to time. The wristwatch has been used in many places, and many functions have been declared useless. However, time can still do it. Now, the number of 10:03 is on the electronic screen. Usually this hour, my son Langdon has already gone home. After dinner, he should play with his parts in the house, hoping to assemble a power machine one day.

But tonight, Langdon is not home.

This makes abedan very uneasy. He knows his son very well. Langdon has been very naughty since he was a child, but he is also very sensible and never does anything that worries his parents. It's never happened that he didn't come back late at night. Abaddon sighed heavily as he looked at the pictures of the three of them hanging on the wall.

In this ordinary family, abedan and his wife, ejiesha, are ordinary workers. They work 12 hours a day at a food processing factory in the suburbs, earning only a meager salary to support their daily needs. For the family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought happiness and hope to the family. Because when Langdon was born, he actually detected the precursor of his ability.

Abaddon still remembers how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But as time goes on, this excitement gradually becomes a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it can't support the cost of learning knowledge for an able person. This is why there are many able people in the common people, but their average rank is not high.

In addition to the limited potential, more importantly, they are not qualified to receive systematic learning and training. Although some people with civilian ability go to the wilderness and grow up on the battlefield relying on the identity of mercenary, it is very rare that they can be promoted to level 5 or above. After all, a lot of life is lost in the early stages when the ability is not strong.

And very few can survive this stage.

Abbedan did not let his son become a wild mercenary. He just hid the fact that he was capable from his son and raised Langdon as an ordinary child. Langdon had been playing with his parents in the factory when he was very young. For him at that time, the factory was more like his home and his playground. As for abedan himself, he quietly saves all the expenses he can save, and saves them little by little.

Abedang is not willing to let his son go on a common road like him. He thought that his son should have a wider world, so as a father, he did his best to create conditions for Langdon. Until this year, the conditions were finally ripe. When abbedan sent Langdon to menglia college, he will always remember Langdon's expression of surprise and excitement.

At that moment, Abaddon felt that his efforts for so many years had been rewarded.

Since then, Langdon's routine has been normal. Leave home at seven in the morning and come back at six in the evening. Sometimes he had a bruised face, but Langdon always had a smile on his face. Abaddong knew that he didn't want to worry about himself, and that it was not easy for a civilian to study in a college where more than 90% of the students were aristocrats. Since Langdon didn't say it, he didn't ask. Abaddon believed his son could handle it.

But it's a bit special tonight. It's past ten o'clock and Langdon hasn't come home yet. The darkness outside was like a mass of uneasiness in Abe's mind.

At ten twenty-three, the gate was knocked. Abadan looked at his wife, and they both saw the sadness in each other's eyes. Abaddon took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Outside stood a famous city guard, a man in his thirties. A little fat, but at the end of his middle age, he was already decapitated. The man asked abedang, "Mr. abedang? Are you Langdon's father? "

Abaddon nodded: "I am. What's the matter with Langdon?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in the city. It's a serious accident. In a word... Please don't be too sad. " The city guard patted abaddong on the shoulder and said to his back, "bring the child up."

Several more city defense officers came carrying a stretcher with a man lying on it. Still, see when a heart straight to sink. There was a vague syllable in his throat, and his wife, ejiesha, had snatched it out of the room. Then there was an earth shaking cry, and the whole person fell on the stretcher and began to cry.

Next, the city defense army didn't know what else to say to abedang. But abedan couldn't hear anything. There were only some empty sounds in his ears. He wandered to the stretcher, on which lay Langdon. Langdon opened his eyes and stared straight into the sky. His whole body was covered with blood, and even some parts of his body had been deformed, which was caused by blunt impact.

Abedan can imagine that a speeding car suddenly hit his son. The impact of that moment made Langdon's body fracture in many places. He would be thrown into a corner of the street like a doll, and then the driver and passers-by would surround him. But by that time, he was dead!Dead!

"No!" Abaddon growled and burst into tears.

He grabbed his son by the shoulder and tried to shake him up, just as sometimes Langdon would wake him up from his sleep with violent shaking. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. But with Abaddon's action, Langdon's hand on his body fell to the ground weakly, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abaddon seems to have found something. He calms down, and then he sees several narrow openings in Langdon's abdomen.

It looks like it's been stabbed.

This idea excited abedan, and he stood up abruptly. At this time, the city defense officers were preparing to leave. Abbedan quickly stopped them: "Sir, sir!"

The city defense officer who knocked on the door made a sign to his companion, then turned and walked back: "what's the matter? Sir

Abaddon pointed his trembling finger to his son's abdomen: "look here, it's not a traffic accident. Sir, Langdon was killed, stabbed to death. "

The city defense officer calmly looked at the father who had lost his son and sighed deeply: "listen, sir. If you think of it as a traffic accident, believe me. It's good for you and me. The troublemaker will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you are very sad, but there are some things you'd better not go into. After all, even if you know the truth, your child won't come back, will he? "

Patting Abaddon on the shoulder, the city official sighed and turned to leave. Abaddon stood on the spot stupefied. For him, the world collapsed. But for the world, there is only one dispensable person missing.

The world continues to operate according to its own laws and will not change because of the absence of any person.

If you give fate a will, it must be the God of pranks. In the script it composed, not everyone is a favorite. Some people are favored by it, while others are mercilessly abandoned by it. Light and dark constantly crisscross, there is luck, there is misfortune, there is happiness, there must be pain.

This has always been the case.

"Which army do you want me to join, hammer of destruction?" Asked bossig suspiciously.

"The hammer of destruction?" Kraft sneered, "they're a bunch of lunatics, butchers. If you join them, you're really going to die. Besides, you're not qualified. What I asked you to join is the golden Tomahawk reserve force, which is also called the recruit camp. Generally, you will only be responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war supplies, and you will not directly go to the front line to participate in the battle. In this way, your probability of death is infinitely close to zero. "

"In addition, I've borrowed three fifth class guards from Andrew's family to accompany you disguised as recruits. They will ensure your safety. And just get through this war and wait for you to come back. Your experience, together with some of my artistic embellishments, will become a glorious history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stain. " Kraft looked at his son and said, "don't you often ask me what politics is? Look, this is politics!"

Kraft sighed as he looked at the puzzling Bosch. He knew that his son was too young, but no one came from his youth, including him. He only hopes that through this military career, he can create a brilliant experience for his son and make him mature as soon as possible.

The Western expeditionary army set out in the west, and numerous undercurrents surged in ashgartri. The big, the small, the bright and the dark all point to the unknown earth in the West!