The sky at the Yanjing military airport is slightly dim, and it looks like a gloomy day, which is so heavy that it makes people feel depressed.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around the runway of the airport, as if waiting for something.

The three leading ones are Han Daquan, Jiang Weidong, and Chen Li!

The expressions on the three of them were not very good-looking, to be precise, they were ugly.

Behind them, Han Yue and Jiang Yanran were also on the list.

The two of them had pale expressions, especially Jiang Yanran, whose pretty face looked extremely haggard, dull, and even tears were shining at the corners of their eyes.

Han Yue bit her lip lightly, reached out to hug Jiang Yanran's shoulder, and said nothing.

Not long after, a whistling sound of a plane came from the sky. After a while, the plane slowly landed on the ground and stopped not far away.

Seeing the plane, everyone raised their heads, with different expressions on their faces, some surprise, some worry, and some hope.

The news of Li Zhao's death spread to China the night before. The first reaction of the National Security Bureau that received the news was that they could not believe the authenticity of this report!

But when everyone saw the unit of the report, as well as the secret letter and anti-counterfeiting certificate above, everyone was silent.

A person like Li Zhao should not die, nor should he die!

The cabin door opened, and the first thing that appeared was a space. She slowly walked to the side of the ladder and looked into the cabin.

In the cabin, a group of members slowly appeared in front of everyone on their shoulders.

There was a man lying on the stretcher. The man's skin was pale like lime powder, but he looked extremely stiff, and it was Li Zhao.

Seeing this scene, a group of people in the distance suddenly felt their hearts tugged.

The person on the stretcher was stiff all over, without any breathing or temperature, just lying on it, while holding his hands tightly on his chest, as if he was desperately snatching something.

There was even blood on the corner of Li Zhao's mouth. His thigh was bitten by a viper and was poisoned. It was pitch black, but the wound was only half rotted, and it was completely petrified.

Han Daquan clenched his fists tightly, his old body trembled irresistibly, and his expression on his face was both angry and sad.

Seeing Li Zhao's condition, everyone could understand what kind of battle he was facing at that time and how tragic the situation was.

Li Zhao's hand that hugged his chest tightly touched the hearts of many people.

"Step in one step! Go!"

Liu Dayong shouted loudly, and as the words fell, the team members all stepped out of their thighs and walked forward with great strides.

The sound of uniform footsteps trembled in my heart. For a moment, many people couldn't help it. Even Liu Dayong and others had their eyes slightly red.

Li Zhao shouldn't have died! He could have escaped, but for the sake of the wounded and the team, he stayed alone to face the giant snake, gaining time for the entire team to escape. Moreover, Liu Dayong also obtained a lot of secrets from the alliance base, which made the Central Plains' research on the statue reach the forefront.

All of this is because of Li Zhao.

However, Li Zhao's sacrifice was originally unnecessary! Li Zhao didn't even need to go to the battlefield!

Although he has spiritual power and is strong, after all, he is not a combatant, he is a scholar!

That’s right, Li Zhao’s greatest contribution to the Central Plains is that his identity is a traditional Chinese medicine scholar, that he founded Jishitang and overcome several global medical problems, that he won the Nobel Prize, and that his role is mostly a doctor on the battlefield!

However, Li Zhao is now dead because of petrochemicals, which is a huge and irreversible loss for the Central Plains!

Han Daquan threw the crutch in his hand on the ground without saying a word. This was the first time he had really gotten angry in so many years. Li Zhao should not die, and Li Zhao could not die, whether as his grandson-in-law or as the director of the Seventh Department of the National Security Bureau.

Everyone slowly raised their heads and looked at Li Zhao's fist that was holding tightly in his chest. For a moment, his eyes turned much red.

Li Zhao is a hero, a real national hero!

"Standing at attention!" Liu Dayong shouted loudly again, and the team stopped in front of everyone.

The wind at the airport was a little strong, making the national flag rush, and Li Zhao's clothes also started to move.

Jiang Yanran finally couldn't help it, ran out of the crowd and threw herself on the stretcher.

Li Zhao on the stretcher opened his eyes hard, his eyes were filled with a blank look, his whole body was stiff like a stubborn stone, and his arms were tightly hugged together like steel bars.

Looking at Li Zhao's appearance, Jiang Yanran trembledly reached out and touched her face.

The rough face was full of stone texture, without breathing or temperature. Until now, Jiang Yanran finally believed what Han Yue said to her last night. She also felt weak and couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

"Yanran!" Seeing Jiang Yanran's appearance, Han Yue hurriedly grabbed her, but at this moment, Han Yue's appearance was haggard and not decent. She had only seen big scenes, so she could control her emotions a little and not collapse.

Next to him, Chen Weiwei walked over slowly. Seeing Jiang Yanran and Han Yue, her eyes turned red. After gently sniffing, she whispered, "Miss Jiang, Miss Han, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Director Li!"

Jiang Yanran sat on the ground, sobbing in a low voice, but her hands were holding Li Zhao tightly. She didn't believe that Li Zhao was actually dead!

This is impossible, Li Zhao cannot die!

If he dies, what will he do in the future? How can he survive by himself?

He just threw himself here irresponsibly. This feeling made Jiang Yanran feel a little unbearable.

Han Daquan walked over slowly, glanced at the stretcher, and a hint of heartache appeared in his eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Han Daquan shouted angrily and looked at Liu Dayong next to him. Although the situation had been mentioned in yesterday's report, he still couldn't believe that the brat who made his granddaughter follow him wholeheartedly died?

It is said that disasters last for thousands of years, but why did this disaster disappear so early?

Thinking of this, Han Daquan sighed softly again.
Chapter completed!