Fang Zong paused for a moment, then said, "Peter, my brother, you don't understand."
He suddenly laughed, pulled Peter to sit down, picked up the brewed coffee pot, and refilled Peter's coffee cup.
“Peter, my brother.”
Fang Zong said very seriously, "I want to have something to say to you from the bottom of my heart."
It's usually very difficult to speak from the heart, to tell the truth.
Fang Zong remained silent, adjusting his mood and crafting his words.
He said calmly, "The world has changed, hasn't it?"
Peter nodded, knowing what Fang Zong was talking about.
Gun ban!
Needless to say, everyone knows it's because of the ghost army that the United States issued a gun ban and is also destroying most of its defense stockpile.
The United States is the Pacific policeman, and if it has to do this, what will other countries, like East Korea, do?
The destruction of firearms would obviously cause large-scale unrest. Not to mention military preparedness, security would certainly be weakened, and the security of every country would undergo particularly terrible changes.
Peter asked, "Are you worried about the safety of the elders?"
Fang Zong replied, "No, I just miss them."
Before Peter could speak, he continued, "Actually, my pursuit is very simple. Since I was very young, I have wanted to be a doctor, do good deeds, and earn a high income. When I grow up, I want to buy my father a car. It doesn't have to be too good, just big enough. I also want to get him a few sets of top-quality fishing gear so he can go to his favorite spots, see his favorite scenery, and fish for his favorite fish, instead of running around for me."
"I want to buy my mother a big house so that she and all her relatives can praise her son in it. I want to buy her some nice clothes and some good brand cosmetics so that she can look radiant and beautiful, instead of how she is now, with wrinkles on her face all the time and high blood pressure."
“I also want to give them a card. It doesn’t need to be a lot of money, but enough for them. They won’t worry about retirement or their sons not having enough money in the future. They can shop and have fun as they please. Peter, they’ve worked hard for most of their lives, it’s time for them to enjoy life.”
Peter lowered his head, about to speak, when Fang Zong waved his hand again.
Fang Zong said with a touch of melancholy, “Peter, we Easterners are different. For us, a family is one person, inseparable. I know the American custom of separating families early and keeping track of money, but in our Eastern countries, parents don't travel far from home. Parents sacrifice so much for their children, and children should repay them… Peter, we Eastern children can never repay the kindness of our parents!”
“You can bring them over!” Peter’s eyes were a little red.
Fang Zong shook his head: "What good would it do? Wealth and luxury? Peter, you don't understand our Eastern country. They're not young anymore. They don't like the coast of Hawaii or the golden beaches. They come here and have everything, except for familiar faces. They're all alone and have to learn everything from scratch. Peter, if you're old and have to live in a strange place, would you like it?"
"dislike."
Peter spoke frankly, pondered for a while, and then advised, "You can go back during the holidays. Besides, they want you to have a bright future, don't they?"
"And then?" Fang Zong asked.
“Then…” Peter’s expression suddenly changed.
"You remember now?"
Fang Zong said without any emotion, "If you don't dare to say it, I can say it for you. I can stay in the FBI and have a successful career, while my parents are under surveillance. When the wave of chaos sweeps everything, when the East or the United States needs me to do something, whether I do it or not, what will happen to them?"
Fang Zong’s eyes were cold as he said this.
He understood perfectly well that there was no basic morality to be discussed between nations.
Peter could only remain silent.
He was quite naive when he played League of Legends, but the fact that League of Legends was incorporated into the FBI exposed him to many darker things.
Peter said in a low voice, "I understand. If you go back to your country, you will at most be monitored by the East and your future will be affected. But if you stay, you will be caught in a dilemma sooner or later. Your roots are in the East! I also understand something else. If you leave, it is very likely that one day in the future we will meet on the battlefield."
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Don't hold back."
Peter shook his head: "We should hope we don't run into each other on the battlefield."
The topic is so heavy.
But why speculate when nothing has happened?
Fang Zong almost laughed, barely managing to hold it in, then thought...
There shouldn't be any problems with me returning to China.
He stared at Peter, and it was clear that Peter didn't like the atmosphere.
The brown-eyed man finished his coffee, shrugged, and said, "Okay, I agree, but you'll have to wait a while."
"What?" Fang Zong was stunned.
I've talked to you so much, my mouth is dry, and you still want me to wait?
Did my sincere feelings go to waste?
Peter glared and said, "The FBI has every power you can imagine, and even more power you can't even imagine. In the words of the Easterners, it's like the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and unlike the Eastern and Western Depots, it's unique. In the past, the FBI was directly under the president's control, which was already terrifying. Now it belongs to us. You should understand, it's 'terrifying' to the nth power on the right side of your forehead!"
"hiss------"
Fang Zong gasped: "League of Legends?"
"right!"
Peter nodded and said, "Your identity is delicate. You belong to the FBI, but you haven't joined the League of Legends. From the League of Legends' perspective, leaving the FBI means severing all ties with the League of Legends, which is tantamount to betrayal!"
Damn! What does that mean?
Fang Zong was getting a little dizzy from all the commotion.
However, he understood one thing: if he left the FBI, the League of Legends would hunt him down.
No way!
League of Legends is no ordinary organization. Its members include Sun Gege and Lee Sin from the East, Yasuo from Japan, Catherine and Vi from the UK, and Syndra from India, among others.
You know League of Legends, right? It's based on those characters. There are only more people in the game than in the game, not fewer!
That's tantamount to betraying League of Legends? This... the whole world is a killer!
Fang Zong thought—with gun bans in place and the world destroying modern weapons on a massive scale, Earth's military has regressed by hundreds of years. Shouldn't we unite against external threats?
Instead of thinking about eliminating ghosts and monsters, you send me this son of a bitch, which is tantamount to betrayal?
Internal strife is truly an evergreen phenomenon in human history!
In an instant, Fang Zong felt as if his personality had been elevated to an unbelievable level.
It's all thanks to the contrast with its peers.
They can look down on the whole world!
"Playing the infighting game in an era of ghostly resurgence? Hmph, how laughable!"
Fang Zong muttered something to himself, then grabbed the document, stuffed it into his pocket, and took out his phone to dial Lux's number.
"Now, I'm in charge of all of San Francisco. Send me twenty tanks, a hundred snipers, and all the powerful practitioners with magical abilities in San Francisco!"
"Sir, what do you want to do?" Lux quickly got into character.
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