An old friend?" Ethan walked over in confusion, turned the person on the ground over, and then smiled. "It really is an old friend."
Lazar stared at Ethan and said, "I should have shoved an iron ball down your throat back then!"
Ethan shook his head and said, "Too bad you didn't back then, and you won't have a chance to now. Look at these people behind me; they've all lost their loved ones and families because of you! They'll deal with you, I guarantee it, just like your subordinate before you!"
Tony opened his mask, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Woah, a good man's anger is truly terrifying."
Ethan smiled. "I haven't been angry in many years. Do you two have any other plans?"
Watson and Tony exchanged glances and said, "No, we'll be leaving soon. Ethan, are you going to stay here?"
Ethan considered it and said, "I'll stay here for a while to resolve the necessary issues. Plus, my student is here. If this place returns to peaceful life, I'll definitely come back to find you two."
Tony stepped forward and patted Ethan's shoulder. "Don't worry, this place will definitely return to peace."
Just then, Watson's peripheral vision seemed to catch a glimpse of a little girl hiding in the corner, timidly watching them.
Why does she look familiar? Watson seemed to recall something and quickly found a photo from his backpack that wasn't recognized by the system.
Is it her? The sister of the freedom fighter Kagong?
They are actually from Gemila Town?
If he hadn't died and knew that the organization was attacking Gemila, I wonder what he would have done—but I estimate he would have defected from the freedom fighters to protect the person in this photo.
Thinking this, Watson walked over with the photo. The little girl was clearly a bit scared.
But she was in the corner, with nowhere else to go.
Tony and Ethan also noticed Watson's strange behavior and walked over.
Watson stopped when he saw the little girl's terrified expression, then took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face, and spread his hands.
The little girl, seeing Watson's face and gesture, was noticeably less tense than before. Just then, Ethan also walked over to comfort her and then said to Watson, "Mr. Watson, her name is Kapaka, but she doesn't seem to have any family left. Is something wrong?"
Watson shook his head, looked at the little girl, slowly squatted down, and, meeting her wary gaze, said directly, "—I've met your brother."
The little girl tilted her head in confusion.
Ethan reacted quickly and immediately helped Watson translate.
Upon hearing this, the little girl's pretty eyes widened slightly, as if she was contemplating the truth of the statement.
Watson directly took out the photo and handed it to her.
Under Ethan's encouraging gaze, the little girl cautiously took the photo. She wiped away the smudges on it with both hands, and her eyes slowly straightened. She looked up and asked, "Sir, how did you get this?"
Ethan, thinking Watson didn't understand, translated it for him. Watson didn't refuse; although he could understand through the system, he couldn't speak the language.
Watson did not directly answer her question but asked uncertainly, "Do you know what your brother did?"
After hearing Ethan's translation, the little girl seemed to ponder for a moment, then gently shook her head.
Watching the little girl shake her head, Watson fell into deep thought. How should he answer?
Tony seemed to realize something and turned his head away.
After a long moment, Watson said, "He was a good man, and a warrior. He was a—freedom fighter who protected you and others from persecution."
The little girl looked at Watson silently, and a tear, without warning, fell onto the photo. She lowered her head and whispered, "He's dead—isn't he?"
As Ethan translated, he looked at Watson with some uncertainty.
Tony also heard Jarvis's translation and closed his eyes uncomfortably. Just as Watson was about to say something,
The little girl's voice came again: "I know—what freedom fighters are. The ones who just broke into my house were freedom fighters. I lied to you, sir. I know what my brother did. I used to secretly read his journal, but—"
Kapaka looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and she choked out to Watson, "But… my brother is different—right?—He wouldn't hurt others like the person who broke into my house, would he? He's Kapaka's brother; he told me what kind of person to be, he—"
Just as Kapaka was using all her strength, hoping for Watson's affirmation, she was suddenly flicked on the forehead. The sudden, slight pain interrupted her, and then she felt a hand press on her head.
Watson looked steadily at Kapaka and said with absolute certainty, "Everything you said is true. He is different from the others. Those people are called terrorists, but your brother was a person who fought for you, for—Ethan, for all those who were persecuted. A true freedom fighter."
Ethan also quickly translated this for Kapaka. After listening for a long time, Kapaka slowly stopped sobbing, straightened up slightly, and bowed to Watson, Ethan, and Tony, who was standing nearby, saying, "Thank you, sir, for bringing this back to me. And Mr. Ethan and Mr. Moustache, thank you all."
Tony was carrying Watson, flying on their way home.
Tony suddenly said to Watson, "Great detective, you lied, didn't you? But—you did very well."
"I did lie earlier, but as for later—who knows."
Tony shook his head and said, "That's not important. What's important is that you saved a girl's future, preventing her from living in hatred and shadow. But she's also very sensible. If I had a daughter in the future who was like her, that would be wonderful."
Watson suddenly laughed mockingly, "Hahaha, you actually want a daughter? Are you planning to let that month's cover girl be a mother? Or are you planning to marry Pepper Potts?"
Just as the two began to bicker again, the US military was already in an uproar over them.
Edwards Air Force Base, California
"What is that thing? Were we cleared to enter?"
The communicator replied, "No, sir. They're using civilians as threats, so headquarters won't approve our entry."
"Connect me to National Security. It must be their doing. Keep an eye on it, turn on the surveillance."
The communicator responded, "Sir, I've contacted the CIA, and they're asking if it was us."
"Not Air Force Defense, sir. And it's not our aircraft."
"Not Navy, and not Marines, sir."