Coming Up with the Last Payment

"It's all over, Jeffrey."

Coulson said this slowly, even holstering his pistol as he looked at his former colleague.

He was good at this kind of communication.

"Coulson, I've seen you." Jeffrey turned to look at Coulson. "But an elite agent like you definitely wouldn't remember me."

"No, I remember you too. During that operation three years ago, you left a deep impression on me. You were a truly brave soldier."

Coulson wore a smile, but there was a hint of regret and memories in it.

Jeffrey froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

That operation three years ago had been the only time he had worked with Coulson—merely as a combat member who charged into battle.

He could be certain.

Coulson definitely wouldn't have remembered him. This showed that, in just these few days, Coulson had already learned enough about him.

"Since you know so much about me, you should know about my daughter, right?" Jeffrey's smile suddenly turned angry. "I gave everything for my country and never feared death, but no one protected my daughter."

"I'm deeply sorry about that." There seemed to be a trace of sadness in Coulson's eyes. "But the people who hurt your daughter have received the punishment they deserved, haven't they? We can't remain immersed in grief."

Over the past few days, they had indeed conducted a detailed investigation into this agent.

His identity, background, and motive.

There was nothing too complicated about it. If Jeffrey had a wish he hoped to fulfill with this Stone Tablet, it could only be his daughter.

Reviving a deceased loved one was a temptation that even a battle-hardened agent couldn't resist.

"Perhaps you're right, but I can't accept it!" Jeffrey suddenly took a step forward and clenched his teeth. "My daughter was so beautiful, so outstanding.