My wife wants to divorce me every day

Chapter 1013

Mr. Zhong has shouldered the glory of the Mars family since he was born.

His grandfather named him Tyr in the hope that he could open up territories for the family like a god of war.

Even if their family is already under one person, the clan members are not satisfied.

Who would despise less power?

Their family never wanted to compete with or even replace the royal power, but they hoped to gain endless power to serve their family.

For the Mars family, these are the things that the founding fathers should enjoy, and there is no such thing as seeking power.

They do not control the royal power, but they do not listen to the deployment of the royal power.

When Mr. Zhong was young, he really pleased his parents and elders. He was a child of someone else’s family. No matter what he learned, he was fast and good. He also knew manners, etiquette, and self-discipline. He was a perfect child. up.

Every time he participates in social activities among the nobles, Mr. Zhong is always the one praised by the elders. Others really don't like to play with him.

As long as they stand with Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong will always be the one to be praised.

As a result, Mr. Zhong has no friends at all.

Mr. Zhong himself doesn't really care about this matter. It doesn't matter whether he has friends or not, and he doesn't need those immature playmates.

He still has more family affairs to deal with, and he doesn't have time to go out and play and hang out with those dudes.

But the lack of friends of the same age made Mr. Zhong more and more silent, even a little bit unreasonable.

By the time his parents found out about this problem, it was already too late. Mr. Zhong's character had already been formed, and there was no room for him to change it.

His parents were worried, but his grandfather was very happy.

"This is a good thing. What are you all doing with frowning faces?" Grandpa patted Mr. Zhong on the head and smiled happily. "In this way, he will not be affected by the feelings of the outside world. Everything will be in the interests of the family. Isn't this the most qualified heir?"

Even though the grandfather said so, his parents didn't think it was a good thing. Looking at the son who was becoming more and more reticent, the husband and wife unanimously decided to take the child out for a walk.

"Travel?" When Mr. Zhong heard it, he frowned and asked, "Is the place at home not big enough, or the scenery in the manor no longer attracts you, and you still want to travel?"

This question is really impossible to answer.

No matter how beautiful the scenery of Ares Manor is, they have been looking at it for decades. It is understandable for them to want to change places, but judging from their son's tone, it is clear that the two of them have nothing to do and mess around.

In the end, the two talked earnestly for two days, and their lips were worn thin, so Mr. Zhong reluctantly agreed to his parents to go out to play.

The family of three chose a small country with beautiful scenery and simple people.

Mr. Zhong himself doesn’t feel much in it. In his eyes, it’s the same everywhere. There are only those that can create value and those that can’t.

He has no interest in anything that doesn't create value.

On the contrary, Mr. Zhong's parents are very active in traveling.

They usually travel to big cities and big countries, and this is the first time they have come to such a small border country, and everything they see is very fresh.

However, they did not expect that this country would encounter war.

The shells fell without warning, and everyone around was screaming and fleeing in panic.

Mr. Zhong was reading a book in the hotel, but he stood up instantly when the room was shocked.

His parents are still outside!

Mr. Zhong is just not interested in most things in the outside world, but that doesn't mean he is cold-blooded.

He pushed open the door to get out, but was almost pushed back by the crowd in the hallway.

"Run, it's a war!"

"Well, how can you fight a war!"

"Then you ask who to go, who can say for sure these years, if you don't leave, the city will be closed, and you won't be able to leave if you want to."

"What is the city closed for?"

"Aren't you stupid? You can't prevent spies in a war!"

Listening to these people's chattering discussions, Mr. Zhong rushed out with the flow of people, while dialing his parents' mobile phones with his mobile phone.

Fortunately, the mobile phone was connected quickly, and the parents were all fine, but they took refuge in other places, and they have already contacted their grandfather, and they will be picked up soon.

The best way now is to go back to the original hotel and wait, but when Mr. Zhong wanted to go back, he found that things were not as simple as he thought.

The soldiers had already driven to the street, and stood in two rows with loaded guns. The ordinary people who had just followed the crowd to run outside were all driven into a bungalow by them, and they were not allowed to leave.

"Why don't you let us go, we are not from your country!"

Someone resisted.

The soldier glanced indifferently, shot the man at the foot, and said: "Our country has entered a wartime state, and you can't leave!"

"Anyone who stays on the street will be managed centrally!"

Perhaps for fear of causing panic, another soldier added.

Mr. Zhong thought for a long time and felt that his identity should still be usable.

He tidied up the wrinkles on his clothes caused by crowding and pushing, tried to keep himself clean and decent, walked up to the guard taxi, and said politely: "I am the heir to the Mars family of the Arnold Empire, not a spy. I just came here to travel, and it happened to be in war, you can verify my identity with your superiors, my parents are still waiting for me outside, I have to go out."

When he was arranging his clothes just now, he had already discovered that his mobile phone had been squeezed out by the crowd.

I just can't get in touch with my parents.

It may be that Mr. Zhong's demeanor is really different from others, so the soldiers should be more respectful towards him, and try to be as polite as possible and say to Mr. Zhong: "Hello, sir, we can report to the superiors what you said, but now The country is in a time of war, and whether your request can be reflected on it is beyond my control."

Mr. Zhong nodded in understanding, and said politely, "Thank you for your hard work."

As a result, he did not wait for a pleasant answer.

The next day, the shelling unfortunately hit the house where they were. The soldier who was polite to him yesterday lost a leg in front of him. The soldier pressed his bloody wound and gasped for air in a low voice. .

But his mind was still clear and he directed the others, "Hurry up and evacuate, the uninjured ones will leave with the injured ones!"

Mr. Zhong's ears were filled with wailing, cursing and complaining, and his eyes were all red, bloody red.

The cannonball fell and exploded into a cloud of dust, and he could no longer maintain his dignity, his neat clothes were covered with dust, and his face was also covered with marks.

He was at a loss for a moment, then rushed to the soldier at a sprint speed of [-] meters, supported him to stand up, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The soldier endured the pain, nodded to him, and said, "I'm fine, thank you, sir, we have to get out of here."

"Don't you have any air-raid shelters?" Mr. Zhong asked strangely.

The soldier smiled wryly and said, "Sir, we don't have that kind of thing."

The small country on the border doesn't even have many troops. It's unbelievable that the military is so backward. They never thought that someone would attack their country, and they didn't take any precautions.

Mr. Zhong fell silent.

(End of this chapter)