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

it

and looked further

a row of childlike

sentence was simple: For the great

seemed to be imitating the statement above, but like the voice of a young boy with youthful naivety, earnestly speaking

that row of words made Holly pause slightly.

"Who wrote that? It's

Brian's face darkened, and he smacked Luke on the head. "Watch your mouth! I wrote it at

Luke was dumbfounded.

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

understand the significance of this sentence. It seemed a light-hearted remark to them, and

last thirty years. Brian was fifty; he was five years old about forty-five

still a developing country, striving to catch

efforts of these predecessors that brought about today's development

might not understand, but Brian was very clear about how much

didn't Vincent join the Special Division? Was it really because he liked being a forensic

No...

attacked in an assassination attempt as a child, sustained an injury,

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 no inexplicable force can threaten

this,

notebook was obviously newer, although it might have

and careless, he scribbled his own declaration where old Mr. Sims had written his manifesto. Still, when he officially joined the Special Division, he had his

stared at

slowly flipped open to

that declaration to know what

rejuvenation of Crera! To be Crera's safest Guardian!" The fierce expression on Brian's face gradually dissipated

an

own aspiration drove him to take over

protect his family and

when did he begin to forget

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