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Chapter 664 I don't want to die in bed, I want to die on the front lines! (Third update!)

The moment the topic of medication came up, the group fell silent.

If this thing were in Europe, they could send a fleet there now to retrieve it.

There's no need to even send a fleet.

If this thing were in Japan or South Korea, one phone call would be all it takes to hand it over.

If it were in Russia, their elite Delta Force and CIA special operations teams would be deployed to stage a raid in Russia and retrieve the goods.

But that thing is in China.

That was a completely different ethnic group.

The conversation stalled again. After a few seconds, Tran rubbed the few remaining strands of hair on his head and whispered, "Let's bring Adria back!"

“I have no objection!” Barack quickly raised his hand; he just wanted to end this boring topic.

As for Adria, since she is his financial backer, he needs to put in some effort to find a way to protect her.

But if it's truly impossible to save it, then there's nothing we can do!

Being president in America is a high-risk job, and being a billionaire in America is also a high-risk job.

Barack raised his hand, and the others followed suit.

After the vote was completed, Barack turned his gaze to Navarro: "Go and warn those young ones, while the old men are still around, not to court death all the time! If they keep courting death, things might get a little bad!"

"Then, it's about finding those veterans. We need them, America needs them!"

"Finally, you must ensure that Mr. Adria returns safely."

Navarro stood to the side, wanting to shout out why all the work was his, but he swallowed the words back.

Because once he speaks up, there might be even more work waiting for him ahead.

He nodded silently a few times, then stood aside to listen for the next instructions.

Having said everything they wanted to say, Barack and the others glanced at each other, stood up, and left together.

Navarro escorted the elderly men all the way to the door before turning back to his office.

Instead of plopping down in a chair as usual, he took out several bottles of alcohol from a drawer and frantically disinfected the places where those people had sat and stood.

After disinfecting, he plopped down in a chair, pressed his head with his right hand, took out his phone with his left, found Sylvester's number, and dialed it.

“Mr. Sylvester, I’m sorry, but I have some bad news to tell you. After our discussion, I feel that it would be of greater use to us if your father returned to America alive.”

"Therefore, we cannot use any means to detain these elderly gentlemen abroad for the time being."

"They need to come back!"

"I think you can understand our intentions. I will also inform the other gentlemen. I hope you can understand as well."

After finishing his call with Sylvester, he made calls to a few other guys.

After warning the other party over the phone, Navarro tossed his phone aside, stood up, and walked toward the CIA archives.

Tran and the others spoke casually.

The American soldiers of that time were indeed the best of the best, but after World War II, because MacArthur's veterans never died out, they only grew old, many of them became disheartened.

To find these veterans now and get them to willingly enter the laboratory to conduct experiments, careful screening is required.

Otherwise, in the end, you'll end up with a few people who are out of control.

He searched through the archives for a long time and finally found a few suitable people.

Judging by his age, he's in his eighties or nineties.

…………

America Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia.

Several old men dressed in long black overcoats and wide-brimmed hats appeared before the graves of the nameless soldiers, stepping through the May rain and across the green ground.

America Arlington National Cemetery originated from the Civil War in 1894. At its deepest part are the graves of soldiers who died during the Civil War, and behind them are those who died in World War I and World War II.

Because of the large number of people and the lack of a lot of information, most of the people who died during World War I and World War II did not have names. To make it easier to commemorate them, America simply created the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

As long as you don't remember the name, everything is fine.

After finding a tombstone in the corner, the old men sat down around it. Then they took out their iron wine jugs from their pockets, unscrewed the lids, took a sip, and poured the wine from the jugs in front of the tombstone.

After a long silence, the old man on the left side of the tombstone asked, "This should be the last time we come here, right? This morning, it took me a lot of effort to get dressed."

"In the past, it only took me two or three minutes to get dressed, but today it took me a full 20 minutes. I feel like I'm almost there."

"Me too!" The old man next to him chimed in, opening his mouth and pointing to his mouth, which now only had two front teeth remaining.

"The day before yesterday, I suddenly had the idea to try authentic Russian bread, but I didn't expect that I would lose three teeth instead of eating the bread."

"Those are all teeth that I've painstakingly maintained!"

The old man opened his mouth, revealing empty gums.

The May wind, carrying a fine drizzle, kept pouring into his mouth.

Feeling the emptiness and coolness in his gums, the old man reluctantly took out his dentures from his pocket, put them on, and made his sunken cheeks look much more normal.

After a while, after paying respects to their former comrades, the tallest old man asked his comrades, "By the way, were you also invited here?"

The remaining people nodded, glancing left and right, but seeing no one, their eyes then fell on the tall old man.

"The same to you?"

"Yes!" The tall old man nodded slightly.
"The day before yesterday afternoon, I received a phone call asking me to come here, saying that America needed me!"

"I'm coming!"

"what about you?"

The others nearby nodded slightly: "If that's the case, it's because America needed me, so I came."

Upon hearing the same question, a very thin old man with a cane looked up from the crowd and asked, "Do you need our truck wheels?"

This question made the old men burst into laughter. But as they laughed, the smiles on their faces vanished at the same time, replaced by a sinister look.

After a while, the tall old man said, "Let's wait and see what those bastards are up to."

"As long as they don't do anything stupid, the rest is up to them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a person wearing a long black overcoat, holding a large bunch of white chrysanthemums, slowly walking towards their location.

The visitor was Navarro. He walked over to the old men, unwrapped the white chrysanthemums he was holding, and placed them in front of the tombstones. Then, he made the sign of the cross with his right hand and began to pray softly.

After reciting the prayers, he turned to look at the group of old men in front of him, and finally his gaze settled on the tall old man: "Lieutenant Allen Brooks, hello!"

"Hello!" Alan Brooks, the tall old man, nodded to the person in front of him, then squinted his eyes: "Are you CIA Director Navarro?"

After asking the question, Allen turned to look around. His previously cloudy eyes became exceptionally clear at that moment. He scanned his surroundings little by little, and apart from them, he did not see anyone suspicious.

And Navarro's voice reached his ears at that moment:
"Lieutenant Allen, you don't need to look anymore, I'm the only one here today."

Allen temporarily believed Navarro's words, pointed to himself, and then to several comrades beside him: "So why did you call us here?"

“We’re a bunch of old men who’re about to die and have no power or influence, so there’s nothing we can do to help you.”

“No! You can help me!” Shaking his head, Navarro took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Allen:

"Across the sea, the country you once helped is now carrying out an evil plan."

"They are creating genetically modified soldiers!"

"Our intelligence agents went through great lengths to obtain some samples from them."

"These samples have flaws that require a great deal of willpower to overcome."

“We conducted screenings within the military, but found that current soldiers could not meet these requirements, so we had to look further back and, after layers of screening, found you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man next to Allen snatched the documents and threw them at Navarro's head: "I knew you guys were up to no good."

"Last time, that bastard MacArthur ran us over with tanks!"

"They want us to go again this time..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Allen bent down and picked up the documents from the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, Allen raised his hand to interrupt him.

After taking the document in his hand, Allen didn't open it again, but waved it at Navarro: "This document says that the so-called potion can make us young again, back to our prime, is that right?"

In a single sentence, the old men who had just been filled with righteous indignation fell silent instantly, with only the sound of the May wind blowing across the cemetery.

After taking a few deep breaths, the old men all turned their gazes toward Navarro.

After a long pause, Navarro finally nodded: "Yes!"

"But we didn't receive all the necessary medication, which might cause problems..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when a withered hand blocked his way. Allen withdrew his hand. "I'll take this experiment!"

Hearing that Allen was about to conduct an experiment, the old men nearby became anxious and wanted to speak, but Allen was faster than them, directly cutting them off:
"I want to use my young body to travel the world and see how the goals we fought for back then are doing now."

"They would be happy to reimburse travel expenses for participating in this experiment."

"And I don't want to die in bed. I'd rather die on the front lines, like my comrades back then, picking up my gun, charging at those damned Japanese, shoving the gun into their heads and mouths, pulling the trigger, and watching their brains splatter."

"what about you?"

Allen's words startled the old men for a moment. After a brief pause, they all smiled, clenched their fists, and gently tapped Allen.
"Tell me earlier!"

“I had some money a while ago. If you want to go out for a while, a few of us old men can chip in and get a tractor, and we can still go out.”

"I don't want to die in bed either!"

"Me too!"

"Add me one!"

"Then let's make a deal: whoever gets off the operating table safely will carry the ashes of the others and travel around with them!"

The group reached an agreement in just a few words.

Having reached an agreement, Allen extended his right hand to Navarro: "We are willing to participate in this experiment, but, as we just said, only if any of us survive the operation."

"We hope you can sponsor him so that he can take our ashes and travel the world."

Navarro extended his right hand and shook hands with Allen:
"no big deal!"

After shaking hands, Navarro pointed to the cemetery entrance and said, "Let's get going. I'll arrange for you to go to the hospital first, where you'll recover."

"We will begin the experiment in a while."

Under his guidance, Allen and the others followed him out of the cemetery, got into the car, and drove to the private hospital.

Navarro followed in his car, took out his phone, and began contacting other people:

"We've found a few suitable people, but we were too naive."

"They actually thought that after they survived the surgery, we could let them out."

"too naive!"

"Now we need Adria to bring the medicine back from China."

"If he can't bring back the potion, then we've wasted our time."

On the other end of the phone was Barack, who hung up after a moment of silence.

…………

Yanjing.

After waiting for two days without receiving any news that the plot was developing as expected, Leng Yun and Lin Yi sat down together again, holding the intelligence they had collected, to analyze where the problem lay.

The intelligence they gathered was fragmented, but fortunately, there was enough of it. After repeated analysis, they finally found the problem.

That's America's official website!
Those people who are usually as abstract as ghosts, at this moment, they actually became normal.

They're actually back to normal!
Surprisingly, they were not swayed by greed and did not seize the opportunity to divide up those conglomerates. Instead, they took the initiative to help stabilize those conglomerates and even helped those old men in China to stabilize their rear.

Surprising!
That's incredible!
Lin Yi tossed the documents aside, rubbed his temples, and said, "It seems we need to readjust our understanding of these guys."

"Their minds aren't entirely filled with greed."

“That’s right!” Leng Yun nodded, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.
"Their unpredictable and erratic behavior makes it difficult to anticipate their actions, so we need to be extra careful with America's plans."

"So, do you have any ideas?"

"I have no ideas!" Lin Yi spread his hands, took the information about Adria, and spread it out on the table: "I guess it's because the news about Tang Monk's flesh that we released had an effect."

"In that case, we have no choice but to send Tang Sanzang's flesh away."

"Moreover, we should send an extra amount of Tang Monk flesh."

(End of this chapter)