The netizens also saw the wounds clearly.

[Look! These two men wereobviously gangsters, and these wounds speak for themselves! I'm sure they harbor malicious intentions towards Dav!]

[They must be gangsters, right?They must have done a lot of evil things in the past and have received retribution. Look, one of them lost one arm, and the other is lame now. Ha-ha!]

[I guess they had been rascalswhen they were still kids, right?]

There was a burst of sarcasm on the Internet, and some netizens carefully observed Richard's and Russell's wounds.

[Don't talk nonsense. Look at thewounds. There are several gunshot wounds!]

[Gunshot wounds? Humph,Davian can knock them down easily!]

There were all kinds of comments online.

Shane pointed to the wound on Richard's left chest and asked loudly, "Tell me, how did you get that?"

"Well, nothing, just a scar leftwhen I was a child," Richard grinned and hurriedly put on his T-shirt.

Shane reached out and grabbed the T-shirt from Richard's hand, pointing at Richard's chest again. "Tell me honestly, how did youget that?"

"Sir, we used to fight with people.It was the scar left at that time,"Russell chipped in hurriedly.

"Nonsense!" Shane widened hiseyes angrily."I'm telling you, although I had discharged from the army and left the front line, I'm not blind! This is a scar left by a gunshot wound. As for the one on your arm, it was a scar left by a wound caused by a grenade! The one in your belly was a scar left by the cut caused by a bayonet! And as for your lost arm, it should be broken by machine gun bullets!"

Shane then pointed at Russell and said, "And you! The wound on your leg can't be cured because it was stabbed by a bayonet! There are calluses between the thumb and index of your right hand. The scar on your chest was also caused by a grenade! A pistol bullet scratched your left shoulder and left a scar. Am I right?"

"Well..." Richard opened hismouth.

"Do you think you can get awaywith a lie? When I was fighting with a gun, you had no idea what the real war was!" Shan e said sharply. "Tell me, where did you get these scares?"

Richard and Russell looked at each other but didn't speak.

Shane saw an iron me dal hanging on Richard's chest. He said, "Do you think I won't know if you don't say it?"

Shane grabbed Richard's iron plate and looked over. There was a number on it.

"No.1587."

When Shane saw the number, his eyes widened in shock.

Shane knew what the number meant.

Many years ago, Shane also had a similar iron plate with a number on it, which represented he was a member of the peacekeeping force.

The iron plate made it possible for a troop to recognize and claim the corpse of the hero whose body had been ruined beyond recognition in the war! In this way, those heroes could be taken home.

The style of the iron plate would be updated, and Shane knew Richard's and Russell's plates were of the latest version.

In other words, Richard and Russell had just retired from the front line not long ago.

Shane straightened his back and raised his right hand. He gave a standard salute to Richard and Russell.

"Shane from the PeacekeepingTeam 12. Salute!"

Shane's voice was loud and sonorous.

Richard and Russell also raised their arms at the same time.

"Richard from the PeacekeepingTeam 15. Salute!"

"Russell, the Peacekeeping Team15. Salute!"