I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Justin, the white boy standing nearby, was still in shock from seeing the gun and didn't recover for a long time.

Hearing Jennifer's scream, he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Wait, what are these things? Silver badges? What are these?"

Jennifer gave Justin a disdainful look and said impatiently, in a tone as if explaining something to an idiot:

"It's the Silver Star badge! Idiot! It's the highest combat honor a U.S. soldier can receive on the battlefield, besides the Medal of Honor and the Cross of Honor."

Only those who risk their lives and perform extraordinary acts of heroism beyond their duties during hostilities have a chance to be awarded the Silver Star badge. Soldiers who receive this badge are, even within the military, men of men, the toughest of the tough!

After hearing Jennifer's explanation, everyone was immediately shocked.

Justin was stunned, staring blankly at the old black man and saying:

"Gadan, a man among men, a tough guy among tough guys? Jennifer, are you sure you're not talking about me, but this old man..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself, saying to the old black man:

"Um, sir, no offense intended, I mean, you are truly remarkable, a war hero of the United States! Isn't that cool!"

Seeing Justin's sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, the old man almost couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He feigned nonchalance and said calmly:

"These honors mean nothing, child; after all, they are all in the past."

Having said that, the old Black man straightened his back slightly, cleared his throat, and slowly said:

"Kids, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Elmer Jackson, Sergeant Major of B Company, 503rd Infantry Regiment, Independent Combat Unit, 173rd Airborne Brigade, United States Army."

The students gasped in surprise.

The seemingly disheveled homeless man in front of you is actually a sergeant major in the U.S. Airborne Forces!

At this moment, in the eyes of the students, although this old black man was emaciated and covered in scars.

But at this moment, it was as if he had activated a special effects halo.

The wild and arrogant aura emanating from him, forged in blood and fire, could no longer be concealed.

"Wow, Shirley, I really think he might actually be amazing now..."

Justin licked his dry lips and knelt before Elmer, licking them as he spoke:

"Um, sir, now I understand where you got all these injuries. Would you be willing to tell us how you got them?"

Justin's flattery was very clever.

It hit the heart of the old black man, Elmer, right there.

Elmer could no longer suppress a chuckle, and pointing to the horrifying bullet hole in his chest, he began to speak:

"This is where I was wounded in 1967 on the outskirts of Pleiku. At that time, North Vietnamese RPG rockets hit the side of our platoon's position, and the two guys next to me were killed on the spot. A piece of shrapnel flew up and went in through my ribs, getting stuck between my two ribs. The medic said that if it had been half an inch off, I would have died there."

Everyone gasped in shock.

The elderly Black man, Elmer, paused, his fingers moving to the large, twisted burn scar on his shoulder:

"This is an injury I sustained in Saigon in '68. Our platoon was trapped in an alley, and the North Vietnamese were attacking us with flamethrowers. I tackled our platoon's radio operator, but I was hit in the back and shoulder. The feeling was..."

Elmer chuckled, a look of enjoyment on his face.

"It's like someone ripped your skin off alive and then sprinkled scalding sand on it. Luckily, the radio operator survived and managed to call in air support thanks to that broken radio. That's how I was able to escape and be sitting here today telling you my story."

Elmer recounted his memories to the students with great familiarity.

Li Ang became increasingly alarmed as he listened.

This old black man's combat experience is practically a memoir of an urban super soldier.

It was incredibly sudden and chaotic.

If the black drug dealer predicted by the system is indeed this old man, Li Ang believes that he has absolutely no chance of winning if he confronts him head-on.

Even if the old man is old and frail, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and the chance of him overturning is still as high as 99.99%.

To save Karen from this kind of person, you have to play dirty tricks.

Meanwhile, Emily, who was listening to the story of the old black man Elmer, had tears in her eyes.

Looking at Elmer's scarred body, and then at his current state huddled in this dirty corner, she couldn't help but choke up:

"Mr. Jackson... I have the utmost respect for your heroic deeds. You are a true hero of the United States. I would like to ask, how did you end up here?"

The light in the eyes of the old black man, Elmer, dimmed for a moment.

A barely concealed hint of resentment flashed across his eyes.

But he immediately put on that kind and friendly smile again.

"It's a long story, children. If you really want to know, perhaps you can spend more time chatting with a useless old man in the future. I'd be happy to tell you some stories you won't hear anywhere else."

Before Emily could answer, Justin excitedly blurted out:

"Of course, sir! We'll come again! It's an honor to know a hero like you!"

Emily had no qualms about it and nodded in agreement:

"Yes, Mr. Jackson, we would be happy to provide you with company if you need it. Besides that, is there anything else we can do to help you?"

Upon hearing this, Elmer's eyes lit up. He leaned forward slightly, a pleased smile spreading across his face, and said:

"Oh? You're really willing to help?"

Justin patted his muscular chest and said:

"Of course! Sir, please don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything!"

Elmer smiled and nodded, but didn't reply. Instead, he looked at Emily with a questioning gaze.

Emily, of course, wouldn't refuse, nodding eagerly and sincerely saying:

"Of course we'd like to help, Mr. Jackson. We'll do everything we can to help."

"Good, very good. Children, since you have asked so sincerely, I will tell you my needs..."

Elmer straightened up and leaned against the wall.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, making a soft, rhythmic tapping sound, as he carefully chose his words:

"As you can see, although I was once a combat hero in the army, now that the war is over, I am a useless person to society, so I have become a homeless and pitiful person. But I also have dignity, and I am not willing to beg."

Justin immediately chimed in:

"Of course! You are a hero, and you deserve to maintain your dignity! This is your right!"

"Unfortunately, dignity can't put food on the table, child. Not even the dignity of a war hero of the United States."

Elmer tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless, bitter smile:

"Heroes also need to eat, and they need to pay their medical bills at the neighborhood clinic, since our country isn't willing to provide health insurance for veterans..."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a pang of sympathy and didn't know how to comfort the poor old black man.

Elmer slowly scanned the expressions on everyone's faces, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and said:

"So, I've also started a little extra business, and I hope you can support me."