Brian frowned, looking hesitantly at the document in Keira's hand. "What's this?"

Keira pushed the item in her hand forward a bit. "Take a look at it before you say anything."

Brian frowned again.

Keira deliberately provoked him. "Deputy Director Dawson, are you afraid to look at something given by a young woman like me?"

Brian wasn't taken in.

But Luke was irritated. "What did you say? Let me see!"

He stepped forward and snatched the document from Keira's hands, glanced at it for a moment, and was slightly taken aback. "What the hell is this?"

The people behind him leaned forward to look. "Isn't this the declaration we made when we joined the Special Division?"

Those words made Brian pause for a moment. "What?"

Luke then handed the document to Brian.

Brian looked down at it.

It was indeed the declaration they had all written when they joined the Special Division.

These people had joined the Special Division out of love for their homeland, willing to dedicate their lives to serving their country...

Before joining, everyone had to recite the charter of the Special Division and write down their original intentions in this booklet.

It was just that as time went by, everyone had forgotten.

The Special Division had many members, and this booklet looked very old...

While the others were confused, Brian stared blankly for a moment, then immediately flipped through the pages, landing directly on page 36. There, two different types of handwriting were present.

One was written by someone who appeared very learned, with attractive handwriting: For the great rejuvenation of Crera!

Brian paused slightly.

it and was also stunned. "This

it

and

a row of childlike handwriting, crooked

simple: For the

the statement above, but like the voice of a young boy

that row of words made

"Who wrote that?

the head. "Watch your mouth! I wrote it at the

Luke was dumbfounded.

said, "Wow, dad, you wrote this? But isn't your declaration of joining the

It seemed a light-hearted remark to them, and they were unaware of how many of their predecessors paid the price with their

so well in the last thirty years. Brian was fifty; he was five years old about forty-five years

still a developing country,

these predecessors that brought about

was very clear about how much old Mr. Sims, and

Special Division? Was it really

No...

an assassination attempt as a child, sustained an injury, and was unable to practice

old Mr. Sims often held him and said when he was a child, "The Special Division doesn't belong to the Sims family. It belongs to everyone. Little Brian, when you grow up, you must remember this. You must fulfill the wish of me and your father! You must lead the Special Division, carry out our responsibilities, and strive to make sure

Brian thought of this,

notebook was obviously newer, although it might have seen many years as

old Mr. Sims had written his manifesto. Still, when he

stared at that

took it, and slowly flipped open to the

that declaration to know what it

of Crera! To be Crera's safest Guardian!" The fierce expression

an original

own aspiration drove him to

truly hoped to protect his family and country, to be

when did he begin to forget this initial

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