Boom!
To every Bureau 7 agent, it felt as though thunder had exploded inside their head!
He had crawled out of a mass grave piled with over a hundred bodies!
What incredible tenacity!
What terrifying strength of will!
He was no longer human!
He was a god returned from hell!
"Grandpa Xu, what happened next?"
Yue Xiaofei couldn't help asking.
"After surviving that massacre, Old Farmer found Miss Lu."
"Under Miss Lu's devoted care, his wounds slowly healed. But the slaughter, and the faces of those hundred-odd compatriots who had died with their eyes open, left a mark on his heart that would never fade."
"He realized that courage and fighting on the battlefield alone were nowhere near enough."
"Intelligence! That was the lifeblood of war!"
"He also came to understand that a single Traitors could do far more damage to an organization than an entire enemy division!"
Elder Xu's voice suddenly sharpened!
"So he submitted a report to his superiors, proposing that we establish an Intelligence Organizations of our own! One dedicated to fighting enemy spies and rooting out Traitors within our ranks!"
"An eye for an eye, blood for blood!"
"That organization was the predecessor of Bureau 7!"
What?!
The entire crowd was stunned!
So Old Farmer had founded Bureau 7 himself?!
He was Bureau 7's founder! Its first director!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The young agents looked at the statue with entirely different eyes.
It was no longer a cold stone carving. It was the man who had founded their order, the source of everything they believed in!
"Old Farmer recruited and trained the first generation of elite agents, holding nothing back as he passed on everything he knew."
"Under his leadership, the fledgling organization became a blade driven into the enemy's heart, accomplishing countless extraordinary feats."