In the evening, Han Lang left the hospital, took the subway back to the city, and got off at the bustling commercial area where the battle took place. He made an appointment with Chen Zhong and the monk to meet here. Today is the first seven of the seven superpowers who died in battle. Days, people will hold commemorative activities here.
There were a lot of people getting off the train, and Han Lang walked out of the station slowly with the crowd, and was immediately shocked by the scene on the street.
At this time, the sky was not completely dark yet, and many people had already lit candles. White candles were placed at the door of the store, in the window, beside the flower beds on both sides of the street and in the center, and in front of the windows of high-rise buildings. on the roof of every building.
The night fell slowly, and everyone seemed to have discussed it a long time ago. There were no lights, and there were only faint but nostalgic candles.
That night, the whole city was lit up with candles, and many children were carrying lanterns. There were also white candles in the lanterns. As the lanterns shook, the faint candlelight flickered.
The young mother led her daughter past Han Lang. The girl was small, carrying a duck lantern, and the candles in the lantern were also small.
"Mom, what are superpowers?" the girl asked childishly.
"It's a group of very powerful fighters." The mother said kindly.
"What do soldiers do?" the girl asked again.
"Warriors will fight to protect our planet and the people on it."
The little girl thought for a while, "Then will they protect me?"
"Will do."
"Will you protect mom?"
"Will do."
"Will you protect grandpa?"
"Will do."
"Will you protect grandma?"
"Yes, superpowers will protect our family, as well as the children in the kindergarten and the uncles and aunts on the street." The mother tried her best to explain to the ignorant little girl.
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The little girl seemed to understand something, nodded her head heavily, and said happily: "I understand, people with super powers are good people!"
Han Lang smiled and walked past the cute little girl.
Once upon a time, people's impression of people with superpowers was not what it is today. There are always reports in the news about people with superpowers bullying others and even committing crimes.
But now, everyone has understood that whether they are superpowers or ordinary people, there are many bad people among them, and there are more good people.
This world has always been like this. Good people are always unknown before they stand up, just like Pang Zuolin, who fell from the sky holding a copper bull, and sacrificed himself to smash the predator's battleship and save the civilians.
Now Pang Zuolin is already a hero, known as the Brave Bull Warrior. Before he died, he yelled, "No matter how weak the earth is, it is my home!" Now everyone knows it, and the classic slogan of the year must be it.
But before Pang Zuolin became a hero, he was just an unknown physical education teacher who never showed off his superpower identity and lived an ordinary life.
Real heroes will only stand up when the world needs them, but usually, they are always unknown.
As a witness of that battle, Han Lang saw with his own eyes how those superpowers who usually don't show their talents rushed to the battlefield desperately. Within one minute, more than forty superpowers gathered on the battlefield. Within minutes, more than two hundred superpowers arrived. None of them were soldiers, but when a disaster happened, their assembly speed was even faster than the army! More relentless!
The city is dark tonight, but in this darkness there is hope.
There are more and more people, even if it is a weak candlelight, gathering together can still illuminate the darkness.
Han Lang stopped in front of a shop window, and the huge screen was broadcasting the mourning activities around the world, starting from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, these East Asian cities, wherever the night falls, candlelight representing hope is lit.
Seoul, Taipei, Vladivostok, Tokyo, candlelight across the distant Pacific Ocean, to the Americas, and then across the deep Atlantic Ocean from the Americas, to Europe, this night, the world is sleepless.
Han Lang sensed someone behind him. Looking back, it was the monk and Chen Zhong. Chen Zhong had shaved off his pigtails at some point and changed it into a bald head. The monk was carrying a huge travel bag, and the two stood together with bald heads. At first glance, it looks like a big monk and a little monk.
"Your hair..." Han Lang asked with a slight frown.
Chen Zhong stroked his now bald head, and said with a smile, "It's shaved. It takes me more than an hour every day just to take care of those little braids. If I have that time, I might as well gnaw a few more elbows."
"Where are your headphones?"
"threw."
"Where's the baseball shirt?"
"I said why are you so troublesome?" Chen Zhong shook the fat on his body and said, "Let me tell you this, after meeting you two tonight, I plan to retreat, concentrate on gaining weight and cultivation, and prepare for the pressure with all my strength In the second phase of the test, you don’t need to call me, I also threw the phone away.”
The monk shrugged, "It's a coincidence, I was just about to tell you, I'm going back to the mountain to retreat tonight, I'm here to say goodbye to you, the first stage of the stress test is not my strong point, my strong point is fighting technology, so I will also use this time to strengthen myself."
Han Lang nodded slightly. It turned out that he was not the only one who was changed by that battle. Monk and Chen Zhong also worked harder than before.
"What a coincidence." Han Lang thought for a while and said, "When I didn't know that I had superpowers, I always thought, anyway, what does it have to do with me when the sky falls? Now I It was only then that I suddenly realized that I was that tall man, and if the sky really fell, I would try my best to support him."
"Actually, I also came to say goodbye to you. I will go to the Administration of the Relics the day after tomorrow. They found me a place to practice, and I will go there to retreat."
Chen Zhong didn't say anything. Next year is the day when the Galaxy Conference will be held. The earth may become someone else's colony. Even if you are lucky enough to pass through the Galaxy Conference, there will be more enemies like looters outside, eyeing the earth.
This is the era of the universe, and it is also a cruel era where the weak prey on the strong. As the only group of fighters on this planet, the superpowers on the earth are under great pressure.
The monk shrugged his shoulders and said, "Administrative Bureau of Relics? Chu Li and Li Muyun still want to recruit you to the branch office."
Han Lang said: "What did you do earlier, but I heard that a large number of superpowers are voluntarily applying to join the Administration and other combat organizations recently, and the branch should not be short of manpower."
Chen nodded his head, "That's not true. In the past, Clark was the one who stood up to him. People with superpowers could do whatever they wanted. Now it's no longer the case. If Clark isn't around, we have to support him. If the stress test fails, I'll report directly to the Ministry of War."
As soon as the words were finished, Chen Zhong's watch suddenly started beeping.
Chen Zhong put the backpack behind him on the ground, took out a piece of ham that weighed two kilograms and was extremely fatty, opened his mouth and gnawed it, desperately swallowing it into his stomach.
Seeing Han Lang and the monk looking at him, Chen Zhong threw a photo to them. In the photo, he saw a young man with handsome features and a well-proportioned figure. Except for those carefully braided braids on his head, he couldn't tell at all. This is what Chen Zhong looked like in the past.
Chen Zhong sat on the ground, stuffed a huge ham into his stomach, drank two sips of water, and continued to eat the second one. Han Lang saw that Chen Zhong's neck was congested with blood, as if he was going to spit it out at any time, but still Keep swallowing the ham.
"I want to eat."
"Desperately want to eat."
"Who told me to be a transformation superpower? Without fat, I have no fighting power. Without fighting power, I can't protect anyone."
"I'd rather eat like a pig than see what happened that day again."
"If you want to make fun of me, I'll make fun of it. I don't care."
Of course Han Lang and the monk would not laugh at him, they would only respect him.
For others, food is enjoyment, but for Chen Zhong, food is pain!
This damn world has forced the once young boy into what he is now.
Han Lang sighed softly, looked up at the endless candlelight in the distance, and the people praying silently under the candlelight.
This night is so beautiful.
The pressure is so heavy.
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