Chapter 1026: Chapter 999 Does Not Conform to Values (Four Updates) Chapter 1026: Chapter 999 Does Not Conform to Values (Four Updates) It was as if after eating the braised pork, the whole world beca bright and beautiful, the fragrant at taking away all previous troubles.
First, Alia sent news that she had reached an agreent with Zeke Sean, and after Kiara’s treatnt ended, they planned to consider dating.
Then the bad guys received their just desserts, and by night, the fire was under control. Kiara felt that the most morable part of this extraordinary day was the last piece of delicious at she ate.
Mario Yuno fed it to her when no one was looking.
Sharing in hardships, the fruit of labor tasted sweetest after exhaustion.
The next day, the fire was under control and the reinforcents could withdraw, leaving the Forest Brigade to monitor the situation. After going through all of this, Kiara’s fondness for Edward Wheeler’s Old Unit increased even more.
They arrived silently and in a hurry, and they left in the sa manner, without showy declarations of their victories. It was just another ordinary mission in their military lives, with each person always ready, with nurous disasters controlled before they could escalate. In tis of peace, they were the silent guardians…
Kiara ca by airplane, but when returning, she took a car. There was no hurry to return, nor was there a need for an airplane, as the back of the truck was open, allowing her to witness the fervent welcos of the villagers along the way.
The villagers, knowing the fire was extinguished, spontaneously organized to see them off. Their village was the closest to the fire site, and had the blaze really been uncontrollable, their hos would have been destroyed too. The most beloved people saved their hos and accepted no rewards, so all they could do was organize a send-off.
Both sides of the road were lined with villagers. When the truck passed, the locals clapped enthusiastically, and in response, the driver would honk the horn slowly in reply.
It was against the rules for them to get off the truck, but facing the villagers’ warm enthusiasm, they all stood up and saluted while on the truck to bid farewell to the locals. Kiara had never seen this scene before, and even sitting there, she could feel that glory.
Kiara shared in their glory.
Then there were the tender children, who, seeing the trucks full of people, also waved their small hands, giving their imperfect salutes. They may have been too young to understand, perhaps just imitating the adults, but their actions left an impression of role-model strength among the children.
As the truck drove away and the passionate villagers were no longer in sight, everyone sat down neatly, and soone sighed.
“I heard a little friend say he wants to grow up to be just like us.”
Kiara laughed, and Mario Yuno looked at her. She whispered softly, “I think if we have a son in the future, he might be like you.”
Genetics are important, but the power of a role model is even more so.
At that mont, Kiara had no idea that this offhand remark would beco an unresolved mystery that deeply troubled her for the next few days.
The firefighting event was widely reported by major dia outlets, including small details like the famous singer’s heroic actions and the businessman’s catching of the culprits, which were all covered.
All the various accolades from the outside had nothing to do with Kiara and the others involved in the rescue. After the fire was out, everyone returned to their respective jobs, training if they needed to train, and researching if they needed to research. Life had to go on.
Before coming, Kiara and her team were researching a highly intelligent criminal. They were supposed to et with the scientists at the Research Institute, which was delayed, but now that the rescue was over, they prepared for the eting the next morning.
Through the firefighting incident, the atmosphere among the Psychological Group beca even more harmonious. Kiara’s expertise had impressed everyone, and besides, they had a shared secret after burying the ruined flour together. This made everyone look at each other with even greater favor and attractiveness.
The next day, as they drove to the Research Institute, Kiara noticed that the handso guys in the psychological research group seed different—energized as if they were deliberately competing with soone, impeccably dressed and strikingly handso.
Especially Patrick, the mont he got off the car, he automatically entered a state of readiness to bristle, just like when he first t Kiara, always ready to rip into soone.
His eyes scanned back and forth, as if searching for sothing.
“What’s the situation here? Did we co for an exchange eting or to wage war?” Kiara whispered to Oliver Moss.
“If soone cheap cos over and says sothing unpleasant, just pretend you didn’t hear it. Leave the fighting to Patrick; he’s used to it,” Oliver Moss whispered back to Kiara.
Kiara had already beco one of their own in the hearts of the group mbers.
“Looks like there’s so enemy action going on here.”
Oliver Moss nodded in appreciation. True to Emma Clark, she was sharp.
“Everyone stay sharp, the cheap ones are coming!” Oliver Moss announced, and the other group mbers instantly went into battle-ready mode. Kiara’s eyes widened, wondering who was approaching?
Cheap ones = Vixens; everyone there was a highly educated Intellectual, so they couldn’t use vulgar language.
A few people in white robes, both n, and won, appeared in the distance. As soon as Patrick saw these people, he cleared his throat and the group mbers stood up straight, as if readying for battle. Although no words were spoken, the fighting cock’s posture was unmistakable.
“Ah~ Brother Patrick!”
“Ah! Mr. Russel!”
Patrick stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the man leading the opposite team. It seed affectionate, but the force of the hand was unmistakably unmitigated; if it weren’t for the superficial pleasantries, one would think these two had a vendetta involving patricide or wife-stealing.
I’m not going to pat you to death!
This was the mutual thought in both their minds.
“That group over there, the ones that clearly violate the core values of Socialism, are the researchers from the Research Institute, commonly known as scientists. They’re not from the sa departnt or system as us, but that Mr. Russel, dripping with the decay of the bourgeois, was the Team Leader’s senior during his doctoral studies. The two of them always fight upon eting, never resting for a mont,” one half of the Joyful Duo whispered to Kiara.
Oh, so it’s a case of sworn enemies turning particularly sour upon eting, got it. Kiara thought that this was just the usual disdain between peers, when Oliver Moss suddenly said,
“That woman, self-proclaid star researcher of the Research Institute, Lillian Researcher Seedling Lynn ‘Lillian Lynn’, who claims to be eternally 29, how old does she look to you?”
“At least 31; no matter how well she maintains herself, she’s got crow’s feet.” Won are the most accurate judges of other won, but Kiara knew that Oliver Moss was not the kind of man to gossip. By making such a point of singling out this woman, it ant there was sothing afoot. Kiara looked towards Oliver Moss.
“She’s been eyeing your man with those wrinkled eyes a lot, but of course, your man has ignored her.”
Oh, co on…!
Kiara’s fighting spirit ignited instantly, just like the rest of her team mbers. That group opposite really didn’t look like good Pancake material; they even dared to covet her man. This couldn’t go on!
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