Chapter 552 - Birds of a Feather (2/2)

What? How dare he!

When Rice heard that, he was immediately fired up. “Mr. Mie, you must give me an explanation. Otherwise, I will let you know how powerful we SEALs are!”

He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles, looking like he was about to start a fight.

“Rice, stop being so full of yourself. Mr. Mie is part of the security detail. Right now, we need to unite against the enemies, not engage in internal strife!” Powell growled.

“But he hit Mina. I swear…”

“Shut up, Lieutenant. I ordered you here to dig graves for Hebrew and Adolf and give them our last respects as a team!” Powell shouted, giving him a stern look.

Generally speaking, when a superior addressed a junior officer by his military rank, it meant that he had reached his limit of patience.

Rice gritted his teeth, and with great effort, he lifted his chest and raised his chin. “Got it,” he responded.

They went back up the hill to help with the digging of the graves.

Xiao Luo did not feel like doing that and went back to his room to get some rest. Sarah Michelle preferred to stay close to Xiao Luo as she felt safest to be near him, so she stuck by him wherever he went like his shadow.

She stared at the man as he closed his eyes to rest with his back against the wall. The light from the fire lit up his cold but handsome face. He was like an eagle in the night sky, aloof and proud. He was radiating such steely confidence that would make the world bow to him.

“Grandpa, thank you so much for hiring such a great helper from Hua Nation. If it wasn’t for him, I would be long gone by now,” Sarah Michelle thought to herself.

***

The next day, they took off and left the small mountain village.

Two lone graves appeared on the hill, and the villagers’ corpses strewn across the field added a queerness to the atmosphere. The day was dark and dreary, with yellowish dust floating in the air. The place felt like hell.

However, Powell and his team continued on the mission, and they soon got over the grief of losing their comrades. Powell had collected the badges of his two team members who had perished and kept them safe. It symbolized that they did not leave Hebrew and Adolf behind.

Powell walked toward Xiao Luo and stuck his hand out to him, hinting that he would like to start over. “Mr. Mie, I sincerely hope that we can bury the hatchet and work together since we are on the same team now. We should help each other, am I right?” he said.

Xiao Luo knew that his conduct would represent his country in the eyes of these Americans. As such, he accepted Powell’s gesture of goodwill and shook his hand. “Yes, you are right. I totally agree,” he said with a wry smile.

He would pretend to be polite and compliant once more because he knew that Powell was not someone to be taken lightly.

“Mr. Mie, you are such a gentleman. As the Chinese saying goes, ‘A Prime Minister’s mind is broad enough for a boat to sail in.’ Mr. Mie, you are the Prime Minister.” Powell said.

Xiao Luo smiled. “Mr. Powell, your Chinese is excellent!” he complimented.

Compared to Mina and Rice, Powell was much more sophisticated and better at covering his tracks. Xiao Luo wanted to continue poking fun at him to see when he would reveal his true colors.