Chapter 91 Chapter 91

Agencies of the federal government have flocked to Drake County, West Virginia.The army is on the rampage like a wild horse here.It is normal for such a situation to appear at such a juncture. The government cordoned off the town, especially the area around the fort.Experts in state-of-the-art protective clothing inspected every inch of the area.Monitoring of air and soil composition is underway.The robot shuttled non-stop for 24 hours at the zero point where the explosion occurred.The news media has been kept in the dark from beginning to end, and the government has been quite familiar with dealing with the media over the years.The official explanation is that an unfortunate encounter between some methane gas and World War II-era stockpiled weapons sparked the unscheduled fireworks display in West Virginia.

The test results show that the air and soil are far less polluted than expected, so there is no need to organize large-scale migration of the local population.Cutting-edge scanning imaging revealed that the few barrels Puller had pushed into the mine shaft had been squeezed firmly among the multi-million tons of rock that had collapsed underground.The government has yet to decide whether to use force to exhume them or simply leave them where they are now.Had he stayed there, Puller's actions would have saved the government a lot of money for storing nuclear fuel. The core and other remnants of that plutonium bomb have been recovered and shipped elsewhere.The removal of radioactive contamination has started and will continue for some time.The government used outright lies to explain every step it took to the media and to Drake's law-abiding citizens.The better-than-expected outcome allowed officials to offer lies with an elegant confidence.

A long list of generals and government officials gave Puller orders to keep his mouth shut.Pooler was a soldier, and he obeyed orders as it was his calling. Maybe one day, Pooler told himself, but not today. Robert Pooler became the first prisoner in U.S. history to be convicted of treason and then awarded a government award for his work in averting a nuclear catastrophe.Still, his commutation of sentence was entirely out of the consideration of the authorities, and the order of commendation was awarded in strict secrecy. Puller did not attend Roger Trent's funeral.Puller believes that Trent's newly widowed wife, Jane, will spare no effort in organizing the funeral.Yet Puller also doubts that any of the Drakes would bother to see Trent off.Trent has nothing to do with a plot to create a nuclear holocaust, but that doesn't replace the fact that he's still a big jerk.His enterprise destroyed the ecology here, and also destroyed many precious things in the lives of the people here.Puller felt no guilt about not going to his funeral.

Pooler, however, was on his way to another funeral. Puller, in his new blue military uniform, stepped out of his Malibu.His military demeanor was very eye-catching at the funeral.Together with others, he lifted the coffin out of the hearse and slowly lowered it into the grave. This is Sam Cole's funeral.Puller was going to attend her funeral anyway. Cole's family is here, including Randy.He is wearing a new suit.No doubt Jane had bought the suit for him to wear to see off another sister.He looked more like a lost boy than a mourning man. Jane, dressed in expensive black mourning, couldn't contain a look of complete breakdown.After careful observation, Puller concluded that her pain had more to do with strong brotherhood than with the recent burial of her husband.She is now a very rich widow, but she will never have her dear sister.

Samantha Cole was buried in civilian clothes — not her police uniform, but her usual clothes.People found her will, and it was part of her will to die in plain clothes, which was quite in line with the characteristics of a policeman like her.She was buried with her King Cobra revolver, as she had expressed her will in her will.The woman's candid gaze in the face of fate and her orderly detailing filled Puller with further admiration.Her house was left to her brother. Puller had gone to Cole's house earlier and put up a notice on the front door, stating that anyone who sneaks into the house to collect property will be resolutely hunted down and dealt with seriously by the U.S. military. The military will not hesitate to take the most severe measures.

Puller felt a lump in his throat and constriction in his chest as he approached her coffin.The weather was extremely hot and muggy, and the poisonous sun was burning in the sky.The air temperature, accompanied by extremely high humidity, must have reached triple digits Fahrenheit.But what Puller could feel was the ice-like cold brought to him by the close death.Touching the polished mahogany coffin lightly, he murmured words that even he felt were utterly inappropriate, like incoherent Romeo to fallen Juliet. At last he recovered somewhat of his composure and whispered, "You're a good cop, Cole. This isn't where you should be."

He stopped, trying not to let his emotions get completely out of control. He finally said: "It will always be my honor to serve the country with you." As the people walked back to their cars after the funeral, Jane Trent joined Pooler. "What happened?" she asked. "No one told me the truth." "Do you really think there is a need to know?" Jane said angrily, "I don't need to know why my husband and sister were killed? If you were me, would you think it's unnecessary?" "The truth doesn't bring them back." "Oh, your words really helped me," she retorted.

"That's just the best advice I can give you," Puller replied. Jane stopped, and Pooler stopped too. "You didn't go to Roger's funeral," she said. "Indeed, I didn't participate." "But you came all the way here, wearing a fancy military uniform and so many medals. Why?" "Because that's my duty to your sister. I want to pay her my respects," Puller said. "You care about her, don't you?" Puller didn't answer. "Can you catch her murderers, whoever they are?" "Yes, I can," Pooler said.

Jane turned her head away, her lips tightened. "I don't know what to do in the future," she said. "You're rich and you're single. You can do whatever you want." "I can't say for sure that I'm that rich. Most of Roger's fortune is gone." "You've got Italian hotels, and a woman as smart as you probably has some cash saved up for herself somewhere." "Even so, what would happen if I were you instead?" "You really want to hear my opinion?" "Sam talks about you a lot. A person like her doesn't take people lightly. If she says you're okay, I think so too. And I like to hear your advice."

"Move to Italy. Open a hotel there. Enjoy the rest of your life." "Really? You think I should?" "You have no reason to stay here." "My brother is here." "Take him with you." "Randy? To Italy?" Pooler looks to Randy Cole in the distance.He sat alone on the bench, looking like he didn't even know where he was. "He went to the doctor after all, didn't he?" Jane nodded and said, "He's got a tumor in his head. It's not the fatal kind. The doctors think they can cure him, or at least slow it down. But we don't know how long he has left." long time."

"Then I think you two can start a new life together. Good luck." Puller stepped forward. Jane called from behind, "Pole, I've arranged to entertain you at my house, and I hope you'll be there." Puller walked on.He didn't have time to attend Jane's family dinner. He has something to end.He's going to end this thing.For himself.More importantly, for Sam Cole.