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Chapter 1477 Locking the Target (First Update, Please Subscribe)
The identity of the murderer obviously cannot be found out in a short time, it takes time.

After Ding En, Li Guoren and others left, Li Yian walked to the table, pulled it in front of him, and browsed it again, but he was not browsing other content, but another report:
"Marine Corps Sergeant Roger threw himself on a grenade to protect his comrades in the battle with terrorists..."

Roger, a 23-year-old from Tangshan, was born in Shandong Province. His father was a plantation worker. He came to Chang'an with his father four or five years ago and later settled in Yongning.

He joined the Marine Corps at the age of 18 and was assigned to the guard unit of the Tokyo Representative Office last year...

Not only is he a Marine, he is also a husband to his wife and a father of five children.

The information is very simple, but it outlines a typical image of the first generation of locals. They were born abroad and immigrated here. They studied and grew up here. Compared with the motherland where they lived in their childhood, this is their home.

They are truly the first generation.

"What a brave lad!"

Not only was he brave, but he was also willing to sacrifice himself for his comrades. Such heroes deserve to be remembered and rewarded.

After thinking about it, Li Yian signed the order to award him the Double Star Medal on the medal award report submitted by the Marine Corps Command.

The Double Star Medal, the highest military decoration here, is awarded to members of all branches of the SEA Armed Forces, including the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps and Coast Guard. The recipient must "display extraordinary courage and intrepidity at the risk of his life in combat with an enemy with a dangerous and intrepid spirit." It is awarded personally by the Supreme Commander of the SEA Armed Forces, Li Yian himself.

Obviously, Roger meets the conditions for the award.

When signing the commendation order, Li Yian couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know if it was because he had grown older, but his heart had become softer.

But this softness is only directed towards our own people, and the attitude towards foreigners remains the same as before.

"We must find those terrorists, kill them, and give them back in kind!"

Looking at the young soldier in the report, Li Yian had only one thought in his mind - revenge!
The only question is, who will be the target of revenge?

Is the so-called "Free Asia" a small spontaneous group, or does it have supporters behind the scenes?
These are all questions.

What is the most difficult thing to control in this world?
These are spontaneous terrorist groups - you don't even know they exist until they strike.

A few people, a few guns and a bag of explosives can create an organization.

Terrorist attacks are just a means for them to gain fame, so the more so, the harder they need to strike.

Because in the future, they will surely launch more and bigger attacks.

Moreover, this "Free Asia" has done such a big thing right at the start. Next time, they will definitely launch a larger-scale attack.

Why do we make such a judgment? Because throughout history, all terrorist organizations have risen in this way!

"These guys want to use us to gain fame, but I'm afraid you're making a mistake this time!"

After thinking about it, Li Yian picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

……

Zhou Jingran went to Tokyo on a Gulfstream aircraft of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The plane did not land at Tokyo International Airport, but at Atsugi Air Force Base.

Although this is a US military base, it can also be used by allies. After the plane landed, when Zhou Jingran and his colleagues got off the plane, they happened to see a military C130 transport plane next to them. Several crew members were loading a galvanized iron coffin covered with a flag onto the plane.

Upon seeing this, the group of people immediately walked over and stood at attention to salute. They knew that the iron coffin contained the Marine who had sacrificed his life protecting his comrades.

After the iron coffin was loaded onto the plane, the accompanying soldiers did not say anything, but just nodded at them.

Then the group left in the car.

Next stop representative office.

A few hours later, the agents arrived at the scene of the attack in an off-road vehicle provided by the military. At this time, the place was full of military and police, including both Japanese police and foreign troops.

The streets were in chaos, as if swept by an invisible force. Cars were blown to pieces, broken glass and twisted metal scattered all over the ground, flashing a shrill light in the sun. The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of burning, suffocating.

"The attack started with a car bomb explosion. According to preliminary investigation, they used at least 200 kilograms of explosives. Judging from the debris at the scene, it was most likely an aerial bomb."

Following the instructions of the on-site personnel, they carefully avoided obstacles on the ground, and looked for clues with sharp eyes. Every agent was on edge, fearing that they would miss any clues. In the center of the explosion, a car was blown beyond recognition, and the license plate had been burned to ashes by the flames, making it unrecognizable. The agents surrounded the wreckage of the car and carefully examined it, trying to find some useful information from it.

Suddenly, someone shouted:
“There’s a discovery here!”

A piece of metal fragment caught their attention. There was some text on it, in English.

“What weapons did the terrorists use?”

"Soviet-made Kalashnikov assault rifle."

This is the weapon used by terrorists. Finding the source of the guns has become their biggest problem.

However, there are so many users of the Kalashnikov assault rifle that it is very difficult to trace its source.

Soon, they arrived at the representative office building that was attacked by terrorists. In the hall that looked like a battlefield, Zhou Jingran, like everyone else, was busy looking for other evidence. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any corner.

Here, there are more than a dozen on-site investigators looking for evidence. What are they looking for?
Lost shell casings, grenade fragments, etc., all of these evidences will help them find the enemy hiding in the shadows.

The enemy's traces are among these evidences!
"They must be Javanese."

Zhou Jingran suddenly spoke to his colleague Li Qin beside him in a firm and confident tone.

Li Qin raised his head curiously and asked:
"How can you be so sure?"

Looking at the portrait drawn based on the description of the on-site personnel, Zhou Jingran explained:

"First of all, their appearance. Although they are yellow people, their appearance has Southeast Asian characteristics. In terms of appearance, Javanese and Malaysians are very similar, but, you know, Malaysia has always been very stable."

Of course it is stable. Many people were thrown into the sea by planes, and others became very honest after suffering several "sincere outputs" from air transport.

"That leaves only the Javanese?"

Li Qin said:

"Yes! Only them!"

Zhou Jingran said:
"But more importantly, it's intuition. It's an intuition, an intuition about danger. Only they have that. And... weapons. Those weapons are everywhere in Java!"

After listening to this, Li Qin nodded and agreed with Zhou Jingran's judgment.

However, this is just speculation. They continue to look for evidence at the scene, hoping to uncover the truth of this terrorist attack as soon as possible.

The air around them seemed to freeze, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing echoing. Each agent knew that they had a heavy responsibility and they had to find clues as soon as possible to bring the terrorists to justice. However, Zhou Jingran's speculation was soon confirmed. The attackers revealed their identities, which were photos of two Javanese men in front of a car bomb.

From the photo, we can not only see the open letter they displayed, but even the model of the bomb - it is an aerial bomb left behind by the US military. From the rusty appearance of the bomb, we can tell that it might have been dug out from the ground.

In Japan, there are also many unexploded bombs like this. They are everywhere in the ground and can be called Japanese specialties. After all, the Allies dropped hundreds of thousands of tons of bombs on Japan.

This also means that it is no longer realistic to find the identities of those people from the bombs. After all, in Japan, it is possible to find unexploded bombs in the ground at any time.

However, it was just as Zhou Jingran had guessed—the two attackers were indeed Javanese.

This discovery is also groundbreaking. After all, their self-disclosure of their identities means that the target has been locked. With a set target, the next problem will be simpler. It is just a matter of unraveling the mystery step by step and finally finding the real culprit behind the scenes.

Just as investigators were locking in the identity of the attacker and beginning further investigations, an Air Force C130 transport plane landed at an air force base near Chang'an, and soon the iron coffin was sent to a funeral home that had a cooperative relationship with the military, where an undertaker would clean and make up the body.

Not only the body, but also his personal belongings will be cleaned and sorted.

"Master, this is the hero who used his body to suppress the grenade."

In the funeral home, Zhao Yunlong looked at the body of the martyr with his chest blown open, and his eyes became solemn as he spoke.

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Although he was only a 16-year-old student, when he saw the remains of the martyrs, he was filled with awe.

"Yes, you come and clean his personal belongings. Make sure to wash away all the blood stains. Those things are to be given to his family."

Javier said:
"I'll clean his body."

As an undertaker, he does this kind of work every day. And Long Yunlong is just a student, he is a student of a vocational high school.

Not everyone is willing to be a mortician. Whether in Eastern or Western culture, it is not a good profession. Although the income is good, few people are willing to enter this field.

Javier has only taught two or three students over the years, and Zhao Yunlong is the fourth student he has taught. If nothing unexpected happens, when he finishes his military service and returns, he will come to work in this funeral home.

Although sometimes he would let his apprentice do some things, today, the work had to be done by him personally.

After cutting the clothes on the martyr's body with scissors, Javier began his work. His expression was solemn, his movements were gentle, and there was even a sense of piety in his movements.

Cleaning the remains of the martyrs is not an easy task. It is like taking a bath. All the blood stains on the body must be cleaned away.

Not only that, the exploded chest also needs to be sutured again, and after the suturing, it is also necessary to ensure that the chest and abdomen do not collapse.

As for the facial cleaning, Javier carefully cleaned the martyr's face, using tweezers to remove the tiny fragments on the face, and then carefully sutured the large wound.

He was like a plastic surgeon, slowly performing the final plastic surgery on the martyr's body. Finally, after putting on the military uniform for the martyr again, he put makeup on the martyr again. The makeup was to cover up the scars on his face and also to make his face look lifelike.

In fact, he couldn't do it at all, because the martyr's jaw was blown off. Even so, he still tried his best to repair the martyr's body, hoping that Roger's family would be able to see him again.

Even if he couldn't do it, he hoped to do his best and let Roger be buried in the best condition. This was a respect for him and the reward he deserved.

While the master was working, Zhao Yunlong was there cleaning Roger's belongings, lighters, pens, wallets...

It was not difficult to clean the blood stains on the relics. First use running water, then use steam... It was the same as in the past, but completely different.

In his hands, he cleaned each bloodstained relic carefully with an almost pious attitude. The mottled badges, blurred name tags, and silent objects seemed to be telling that a lost life was once as vivid as everyone else's.

But his slight movements revealed his inner thoughts - piety and reverence.

While cleaning his wallet, Zhao Yunlong looked at the photo in it, which showed a happy family.

Roger was smiling very brightly. He and his wife were standing there, with their children standing in front of them. The family in the photo had such sweet smiles.

But now all this is in the past.

Looking at the photos, Zhao Yunlong fell silent. He touched his wallet that was blown up. As an ordinary person, he really couldn't imagine what kind of courage drove Roger to throw the grenade and use his body to protect his comrades around him.

He obviously had a wife and children. He didn't need to do this, but at that moment he rushed forward without hesitation.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing his apprentice's strange behavior, Javier asked:
"I was wondering why. Why did he have such amazing courage? If it were me, I really couldn't do it."

Zhao Yunlong's voice trembled a little, his eyes were slightly red, and there was even a hint of guilt on his face, as if he realized his cowardice or timidity.

For a teenager, such meaning would make him feel ashamed or even embarrassed.

"Teacher, am I a coward?"

"No,"

Javier shook his head and said.

"Child, you are still young, there are some things you don't understand. If you have been to the battlefield, you will know that we are willing to sacrifice everything for each other."

Javier, who had been to the battlefield, looked at the body on the stainless steel bed and sighed. At this moment, he seemed to recall the battlefield he had been to.

At that time, in the ice and snow on the Eastern Front, they were really willing to sacrifice everything for each other, for nothing else, simply because of the most sincere friendship between them.

"We are willing to sacrifice everything for each other..."

As Zhao Yunlong was reciting these words, Javier patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Well, let's finish our work as soon as possible so that the escort can take him home. And..."

He pointed to the relics in front of the students.

“And these, we must ensure that all the blood on them has been cleaned up, because this may be the last relic they left for their families.

Seeing the things reminds people of their parents. If there is a little blood on them, it may make their families very sad. "

The teacher's reminder made Zhao Yunlong realize the importance of this job. It is not just a job, but a responsibility.

So he nodded repeatedly and said.

"I understand, teacher."

Soon, the master and disciple once again devoted themselves to this work with an extremely pious and reverent attitude.

(End of this chapter)