Shockingly...it was the old woman's corpse.

The two of them went back just now and brought her body up.

"good."

Qiu Yiren nodded slightly, with a complicated expression in her beautiful eyes, and drove towards the suburbs.

funeral parlor.

Located near the suburbs.

…

Twenty minutes later.

Inside the funeral home.

"Sir, if you want to be cremated, you need a death certificate, and you don't comply with the procedures..."

At this time.

The staff who were talking endlessly suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a bank card that was completely black and surrounded by dragon patterns appeared...!!

"Two million."

"Immediately, arrange for cremation."

"We need to find another cemetery quickly...understand?"

Whoosh!

The staff in front of them suddenly straightened their eyes and swallowed suddenly!

"But... after all, time is urgent. Cremation is no problem, but cemeteries are really difficult..."

"three million."

"this…"

"four million."

“…”

With each price increase, the staff in front of me has completely lost the ability to speak...!

His expression is almost dull!

"No, no problem..."

The staff in front of me were almost crazy and found other people!

soon…

The old woman's body was taken to the crematorium.

A huge fire.

Gradually... covering that thin body.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were red and blurred with tears, she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

But, at this moment.

Her shoulders gently fell into Chen Zongheng's arms.

“…”

At this moment, Chen Zongheng looked tired and his eyes were vaguely absent-minded as he looked at the raging fire...

…

In front of the tombstone.

The last handful of soil was sprinkled on the newly erected tombstone.

Chen Zongheng and Qiu Yiren looked at the tombstone with extremely complicated expressions.

above…

It was solitary and had the old woman's name engraved on it.

“…”

Chen Zongheng was silent for a moment, then took out the Devil May Cry dagger with his backhand, and... carved his name word by word.

Including...Qiu Yiren's name.

Qiu Yiren's voice was very soft at this moment, "We originally met by chance, but..."

Speaking of which.

Her voice was choked up again, and she couldn't speak anymore.

Half a moment.

Qiu Yiren pursed her red lips slightly and spoke in a low voice, "You have no descendants in your life. From now on, Mr. Chen and I... are willing to be your children."

"Sweeping your grave."

At this moment, Chen Zongheng was puffing on a cigarette, and the smoke seemed to be covering his eyes.

The sky was gloomy, and a light rain fell.

Let this scene.

It adds a bit of loneliness.

at this time.

boom…!!

The engine roars!

Dozens of cars came roaring from a distance and screeched to a stop!

Wow!

Hundreds of agent killers, with cold and cold faces, stepped out of the car...!!

The front.

Shockingly...it was a man in a black suit with an extremely gloomy face!

Nighthawk!

Even among SHIELD, he is one of the top...several terrorist agents!

"Chen Zongheng..."

"You...are indeed here!"

A cold voice sounded!

But, at this moment.

Chen Zongheng puffed on his cigarette and looked calm.

There was no trace of being chased and causing any panic...!!

"I advise you...just surrender!"

"I'm not a fool or a waste like Hank...!!"

Nighthawk sneered, "Chen Zongheng, you...have no hope of making a comeback!"

The agents around him all looked solemn!

But, at this moment.

Under countless gazes, Chen Zongheng puffed on his cigarette, as if... deep in thought.
Chapter completed!