Lucy's Mysterious Surprise Was Coming?! Japan: Great Xia Doesn't Deserve to Develop Fifth-Generation Fighter Jets!

Lucy's Mysterious Surprise Was Coming?! Japan: Great Xia Doesn't Deserve to Develop Fifth-Generation Fighter Jets!

In a seemingly haphazard cemetery in Gaza, a tombstone bearing the name "Faris Murad Kani Bur" stood erect.

This was Faris's final wish. Even in death, he wanted to witness Gaza's rebirth from the ashes.

"Let's go. We have to deliver the cargo safely," the captain of the transport convoy said calmly.

Here in Gaza, death was only a release.

Everyone in their convoy had lost family and companions, while Gaza saw countless deaths every single day.

"Faris, I promise you." Ye Ying picked up her camera, turned around with determination on her face, and left.

Telling the whole world about Gaza's misery was not only a promise to Faris, but also the conscience of a war correspondent.

Meanwhile, a small sapling had quietly been planted beside the grave, growing sturdily as it awaited the day it would break through the soil.

At this moment, elsewhere.

Inside the director's office at the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

The same two old men, whose combined ages exceeded one hundred and thirty, were drinking tea, chatting, and discussing matters.

Just then.

"This is absolute nonsense!" Zheng Lixing saw some news and slammed his hand down on the table.

He was so furious that he tossed the dry tobacco at his lips straight into the ashtray, no longer in the mood to smoke.

"What's wrong with you, Old Man Zheng? You only lost a few games of chess, didn't you?" Zhang Yuli, sitting beside him, looked puzzled. "Even when you lost ten games in a row before, you weren't this worked up."

He had thought Zheng Lixing, this terrible chess player, had lost several more games to him and was in a bad mood because of it.

"That's