American comics: I am full of martial virtues and I love to be kind to others

Familiar voice

About half an hour later, the car drove into a quiet cemetery. Lynn parked his car in the parking lot at the entrance of the cemetery. The two got out and walked slowly towards the depths of the cemetery along the quiet path.

Kate's pace was a little slow, as if he was recalling something at every step. Lynn did not urge her, but followed her quietly, her steps steadily but lightly. He could feel Kate suppressing his emotions, but he didn't speak because he knew that there was no need for too much language at this moment.

They finally stopped in front of a simple tombstone. The tombstone is engraved with the names "Carl Miller", and there is also an old photo that has been slightly yellowed next to it. The photo shows a gentle man, smiling slightly, and loving in his eyes.

Kate squatted down, gently placed the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, then raised his hand, slowly stroked the name on the tombstone, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"Dad..." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse, as if she was trying to suppress her tears, "I'm here."

Lynn stood not far away and looked at Kate quietly. There was no usual indifference in his eyes, but a hint of indescribable softness. He knew that this moment belonged to Kate and he didn't want to disturb him.

"Linn, do you know?" Kate suddenly spoke with a hint of trembling in his voice, but she didn't look up. "When I was a kid, I liked to go to the library with my dad the most. He always asked me to pick a book and then I read my own book quietly next to me. We can stay silent all day, but I never feel lonely because I know he is right by my side."

Lynn did not respond, but just nodded slightly and continued to listen to her.

"Later he passed away, and it took me a long time to understand that he left not because of some accident, but because someone wanted to cover up the truth." Kate's hand tightly grasped the edge of the tombstone, his eyes were already red," This incident made me understand that the world is not fair. Those in power can cover everything up with lies, while those ordinary people...their pain, not even their voices."

She paused, took a deep breath, then looked up at Lynn, "That's why I chose to be a reporter. I want to use my own way to let those silent pain be heard. But sometimes, I will do it. Ask yourself, will it be easier if I let go of these obsessions?”

"If you let go of these obsessions." Lynn's voice was low and powerful, "You wouldn't be who you are now."

Kate was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and chuckled softly, "Yes, maybe."

The wind from the cemetery blew gently, with a hint of coolness, lifting up the ends of Kate's hair. She raised her hand to tidy up her hair, then stood up, her eyes still resting on the tombstone.

"Linn, thank you." She turned around, with a touch of gratitude in her eyes, "Thank you for everything you did for me. Thank you for letting the truth come out."

"Kate." Lynn looked directly at her, with no fluctuation in his tone, but there was a kind of sincerity that could not be ignored. "The truth is not for me, nor for you. It is for your father, he deserves all this. .”

Kate pursed his lips and looked at Lynn with complicated eyes. After a moment, she nodded, "You're right, he deserves it."

The two were silent for a while again, and Kate seemed to be saying goodbye to the tombstone, whispered a few words, and then turned and left. Lynn always stood beside her, like a silent guardian.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was still quiet, but it no longer seemed depressing. Kate leaned against the window, his face seemed to relax a little.

"Do you know, Lynn?" She suddenly spoke with a hint of teasing. "Actually, I've always been curious. Do you do anything other than work?"

"For example?" Lin En looked at the road ahead with a light smile on his lips.

"For example... go to a bar? watch a movie? Or chat with friends?" Kate turned his head and looked at him, with a curious light flashing in his eyes.

"The bar is very noisy and I don't have time to watch the movies." Lynn replied lightly, "As for chatting... I will talk if necessary."

Kate couldn't help laughing, "You're such a boring person."

"Maybe." Lin En's tone was still calm, but there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Kate shook his head and sighed with a smile, "Maybe it's because you're so boring that I think you're interesting."

Lynn didn't answer, but just stepped on the accelerator gently, and the speed was slightly faster.

The scenery outside the car window quickly retreated, Kate's eyes stopped on Lynn's side face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, replaced by a soft and complex emotion.

She knew that Lynn was not an easy person to get close to, but because of this, every effort he made and every small emotion seemed particularly precious.

Kate lowered his eyes and gently held the necklace on his chest with his fingers. It was a small pocket watch pendant with a photo of her father inside.

"Linn," she whispered, her voice almost drowned by the sound of the engine.

"What?" Lynn turned his head and looked at her.

Kate looked up and smiled back to his face again, "Nothing. Just wanted to tell you that today was the easiest day I have in a long time."

Lynn nodded and looked back in front of him, "That's good."

The car continued to drive back to the city, and the sun gradually spread throughout the street, as if shrouded in some indescribable calm and warmth.

The night covered the streets of Brooklyn, and the neon lights on the streets emitted a dim light. Occasionally, a few taxis drove by and reflected on the wet road. Lynn leaned against the balcony of Kate's apartment, staring across the street and watching the city lights from afar. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and the night wind blew, and the heat of the coffee was quickly taken away.

Kate walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of snacks, leaned against the door frame and looked at Lynn's back, with a smile on his lips, "You leaned like a philosopher thinking about life."

Lynn turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I just think this night view is a little better than the coffee you make."

"Wow, is this a criticism of my craft?" Kate walked over, put the plate on the table, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and raised an eyebrow, "But I don't think you are here to comment on the taste of coffee." . Tell me, what is your agent thinking about again? ”

Lynn looked at her, silent for a moment, then put the cup aside, his eyes becoming serious, "Kate, I want to talk to you about your work."

"My job?" Kate raised his eyebrows and asked in a relaxed tone, "What's wrong? Are you going to quit the FBI and join the media industry?"

Lynn ignored her teasing and took a step forward and approached her, with a low and straightforward tone, "Kate, your father's affairs are over. The truth is revealed and the criminal is punished as he deserves. You Having completed your mission, you can now choose to leave this dangerous position and live a more ordinary life."

Kate was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, with a bit of complexity in his eyes, "Linn, I didn't expect you to say such a thing."

"I'm serious." Lynn's voice was always calm, but there was a rare softness in his tone. "I understand your abilities, you are an excellent reporter. But now, this industry is not only for you. It's a challenge, but it's even more a risk. You've revealed too many dangerous truths and attracted enough hostility. Keep going… something might happen."

Kate looked at him, blinked, then sighed softly, put the teacup on the table and leaned against the balcony railing, "Linn, you know, I never chose this path because of my pursuit of safety." of."

"That's because you're driven by your father's affairs." Lynn leaned against her, looking straight ahead, "But now, you can let go of that. No one will accuse you of taking a step back. You've done enough Now."

Kate lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and looked directly at Lynn, with a fearless determination, "Lynn, maybe you're right. I started as a journalist to seek justice for my father. But I did not only about my father over the years. There are also the unfair truths I saw. I cannot retreat because I was backing down, because I backed up, those that need to be revealed. Who will do the things?”

Lynn did not respond immediately, his eyes fell on Kate's face, his eyes slightly complicated. He knew her character and knew it was not easy to convince her. But he still tried to make her understand the seriousness of the danger.

"Kate," Lynn whispered, "the people you face are not ordinary opponents. They have the power, the resources, and even the most extreme means to protect themselves. If you continue, you may not have I'm so lucky next time."

"I know." Kate replied softly, without any wavering in his tone, "But don't you think if I stop because I fear danger, they'll win?"

Lynn frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "This is not a matter of winning or losing, it is your safety."

Kate smiled, and she turned toward Lynn, with a soft firmness in her tone, "Lynn, you always do this, treating things as a task and responsibility. But for me, it's more than just It's work. It's my lifestyle I choose. If danger is the price, I'm willing to take it."

"Even if the price of life?" Lin Neng's voice was low and his eyes were like a knife.

"If that's for real justice," Kate's tone was more firm, "I do."

The two looked at each other for a while, and a tense feeling filled the air. Although Kate's eyes were firm, they also had a hint of gentle concern. She knew that Lynn was really worried about her. In Lin Neng's eyes, in addition to calm thinking, there was also an emotion that he himself was unwilling to admit - the desire to protect her.

"Linn." Kate spoke softly, his tone eased a little. "I know you've done a lot for me, and I know what you're worried about. But I hope you understand, this is me. I can't stop just because I'm afraid. Steps, then I don’t even have the courage to face myself.”

Lynn looked at her and finally sighed after a long time, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "You will always be a stubborn person."

Kate smiled, "What about you? Aren't you as stubborn?"

Lynn didn't argue anymore, he reached for the coffee on the table, took a sip, with a hint of compromise in his tone, "Well, if this is your choice, I won't stop you anymore. But one thing-you Promise me, if there is really any danger, please contact me."

Kate raised his eyebrows, "Is this a protection agreement?"

"This is an agreement." Lin Neng's voice was low but exuded some unquestionable firmness.

Kate lowered his head and smiled, then nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

A few days later, a deep story by Kate hit the front page. This time, she exposed a major corruption scandal involving a multinational company, with detailed and powerful articles. The media's attention once again pushed her to the center of public opinion.

Lynn sat in the FBI office with a newspaper on his hand, and the front page was Kate's article. His eyes swept over the familiar name, and a smile rose invisibly at the corner of his mouth. Although the worries remained, he knew that this was Kate's choice, and all he could do was to support her silently behind her back.

Not far away, Hans walked over, looked at the newspaper in Lynn's hand, and joked, "She is such a tireless reporter."

Lynn looked up at Hans and said lightly, "She is a stronger person than we think."

Hans smiled, "Yes, but I guess, she also knows that someone is supporting her behind her back."

Lynn did not answer, but folded the newspaper and looked through the window at the bustling city outside.

The early morning air in Manhattan is slightly cold, and the sky is covered with clouds, revealing a sense of depression and dullness. Vehicles speeding past the streets, and the sirens mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city, making them particularly harsh. A few hours ago, a horrifying campus shooting occurred here. A gunman broke into a private high school and shot innocent students, killing and killing several teachers and students. The entire Manhattan was shrouded in shock and panic.

Kate's car parked next to a cordon several blocks away from the school. The lights flashed and the police maintained order before the blockade, trying to stop the influx of journalists and onlookers. Kate got out of the car and carried her iconic carry-on bag and press card, with her eyes full of consistency and concentration.

She took a deep breath and was about to walk towards the cordon when she heard a familiar voice coming from behind.

"Kate."

Kate was stunned and looked back and found that it was indeed Lynn. He was wearing a dark coat with his hands in his pockets and stood not far away. Although he seemed calm as always, a trace of her familiar concern was revealed in his eyes.

"Linn?" Kate frowned and walked forward, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Why are you here?"

"I should ask you the same question." Lynn raised his eyebrows, his tone calm but unquestionable, "Do you know how dangerous it is?"