In the hall, hysterical crying kept ringing.

It was an extreme grief, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came out, and it became messy.

Standing behind Tang Luo, his heart moved and walked forward quickly.

When he separated the crowd, he saw Tiezhu's father fainted on the ground.

"Dad...Dad..."

Tiezhu's second sister cried loudly.

"Come on the doctor!"

Xiang Chuan had already prepared and arranged a military doctor.

However, before the military doctor came, Tang Luo squatted down.

"Old Tang, hurry up and save people!"

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a few silver needles pierced into the old man's body.

Then, he grabbed the old man's wrist and started to diagnose.

"Just let Lao Tang come."

When the military doctor arrived, Xiang Chuan shook his head to the two military doctors and said.

Compared to military doctors, he believes in Tang Luo's medical skills more!

After the diagnosis, Tang Luo frowned slightly, and the problem was a bit serious!

The old man is in poor health and has been overly sad recently, which has led to a variety of symptoms.

Normally, I should not live for half a year.

However, since he met him, he would definitely not ignore it!

He gently twisted a few silver needles, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Tang Luo in front of him, he had tears in his eyes: "No need to save me, I'll go meet my child..."

"Old man, don't talk for now."

Tang Luo shook his head, took out a silver needle and stabbed it into his body.

It took him almost ten minutes to pull out the silver needle, and the old man's sallow face was obviously much rosy.

"Old Tang, how about it?"

Asked Xiang Chuan.

"There is not a big problem for the time being. I will prescribe a few more medicines to regulate my body."

Tang Luo shook his head and said.

"That's good."

Xiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. If the old man was really worried today, he would be even more sorry for the dead Tiezhu.

"Oh, kid, you shouldn't save me."

The old man looked at Tang Luo and said softly.

"Old man, live well, I think Tiezhu thinks so too."

Tang Luo looked at the old man and said seriously.

The old man sighed and looked at the crystal coffin, and stopped making any more noise.

Half an hour later, all seven crystal coffins were pushed away and ready to be cremated.

"lead."

Just as Tang Luo and Xiang Chuan were about to go and take a look, an old voice came from behind.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Xiang Chuan turned his head and asked.

"Let the kid stay here."

The old man looked at Xiang Chuan and said slowly.

"I think he would rather stay here."

"good."

Xiang Chuan nodded.

When a wisp of blue smoke soars into the sky, even if the person has completed the last journey.

Outside, Xiang Chuan and others watched the blue smoke gradually dissipating in the sky, their eyes were red and their bodies trembled slightly.

Although this scene was not the first time they met, they still couldn't face it calmly.

Maybe, next time, it's their turn.

However, their eyes were firm and they were not afraid.

They are willing to shed blood for this country and people to protect what they need to protect!

Tang Luo looked back and cried behind him.

Soon, the Nighthawks came out from inside with seven boxes in their arms.

There is a red flag on it!

Half an hour later, several cars slowly left and headed to the Martyrs Cemetery.

Tang Luo was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Thinking of Tiezhu's old father, his murderous intent became even more intense.

This account must be counted on the Japanese!

If they hadn't come to China Overseas to cause trouble, how could they have sacrificed!

"what's on your mind?"

Suddenly, Xiang Chuan next to him asked.

"I'm thinking about the Black Japanese organization."

Tang Luo said lightly.

"Old Tang, when will you deal with the Black Rising Organization be called me?"

Xiang Chuan's voice became cold.

"good."

Tang Luo nodded.

After arriving at the Martyrs Cemetery, we were ready here as well.

Tang Luo looked at the rows of tombstones and his steps became much lighter.

‘Heroes are immortal’, in the middle, a huge stone tablet stands with these words on it.

After arriving at an area, Xiang Chuan looked dim and introduced: "The people buried here are all members of the Lijian Special Forces."

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded slightly.

The boxes were buried one by one, and the names were engraved on the tombstone, and there was an introduction on the back.

Bang bang bang bang.

Xiang Chuan looked at the tombstone, pulled out the gun, raised his right hand, and pulled the trigger.

Immediately afterwards, Nighthawk and others all fired.

For a moment, gunfire was loud in the martyrs' cemetery.

Tang Luo took out the cigarette, lit it, and placed it in front of the tombstone.

This is a way for them to bid farewell.

On the tombstone are young faces, with sunny smiles on their faces, as if they are staring at their comrades, as if they are saying goodbye to them.

After a long time, Xiang Chuan and others turned around and left.

"Old Tang, if you have something to do, go and do it first."

After leaving the Martyrs' Cemetery, Xiang Chuan said to Tang Luo.

"My car is thrown in the security area, let's go back first! In addition, I'll talk to Taro Okamura!"

Tang Luo shook his head and said.
To be continued...