Distinguishing Right from Wrong

The convoy moved forward another few hundred meters before the combat vehicle came to a halt. The soldiers disembarked one by one, with Sterling being the last to jump out.

Captain George took command and directed the alert, arranging everything before saying with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to the embassy first and get you settled in."

George was quite warm-hearted; at least, being with him gave a comfortable feeling.

However, George sensed that Sterling was holding back something.

Sterling couldn't help but speak first, "If you have something to say, just say it. What's with all the fuss?"

George chuckled and took out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Sterling. "Have one."

"I don't smoke."

Sterling declined.

"Not smoking is good, it's healthy," George lit a fire and said, exhaling smoke, "I do have something, I just don't know how to bring it up with you."

Sterling folded his arms, waiting for him to continue.

"I didn't go to school much, I don't understand big principles, and I know that you are an intellectual, advising you to give up literature for the military is basically impossible."

"But now the world has changed, it's the end of the world, with your abilities, being a soldier would definitely have more prospects than me."

As he spoke, he nudged Sterling with his shoulder.

"Think about it, join the military, become a glorious soldier, the motherland and the people need talents like you."

Sterling raised an eyebrow.

"Is that all?"

George quickly switched to his persuasive mode.

"I'm telling you this because I see you as a real talent," he looked around furtively and whispered, "Being a soldier is good, especially for you, a special ability holder, recruited specially, maybe as soon as you join, your rank would be higher than mine, and I might have to take orders from you."

"Besides, being a soldier is cool, look at my combat exoskeleton, isn't it awesome?"

"I heard that domestically, all high-tech equipment has been openly distributed to every theater of war, every soldier is equipped with a set, just to cope with the end of the world."

"Aren't you tempted? Think about it, will you?"

As they chatted, they entered the embassy gate.

The courtyard was full of people, men and women everywhere.

George continued, "Look at our suffering compatriots, the responsibility of a soldier is to protect the country and the people, you have a set of skills, there's no worry about not having a place to use them."

"The motherland needs you, and the people need you too!"

Sterling was really thinking seriously, but...

"Where did you see that I have a set of skills?"

George chuckled, his smile was bright, showing a set of big white teeth.

"Still pretending with me, you are an evolved new human, Metahuman, right?"

Sterling had heard this term for the first time.

He was curious and about to ask when the people in the courtyard suddenly became chaotic.

One of the small groups, someone pointed at Sterling and shouted loudly, "Uncle, it's him, he killed my cousin!"

The voice was not small, causing everyone to turn their heads.

Sterling saw the rich second-generation student who had escaped from school, leading a middle-aged man in a suit, indignant and aggressive, walking over.

Sterling knew the rich second-generation student from school but didn't know his name.

However, Sterling had seen the middle-aged man in a suit; he was a wealthy businessman from H country, doing business here, and was also the well-known head of the H country chamber of commerce, named Charles, also Benjamin's father.

Charles led a group of people, walking over with great momentum, making the atmosphere tense.

The rich second-generation student publicly identified.

"It's him, Sterling! He shot and killed my cousin, and other students and I can testify!"

The temperature of the scene dropped to freezing point.

"You murderer, you killed my son!"

Charles glared at Sterling, angrily pointing at George and shouting:

"Captain George, I order you to execute him on the spot!"

"Calm down, everyone calm down!"

George didn't expect that just after returning, such a drama would unfold, and he tried to mediate.

"Calm down my ass, my only son, my only treasure, was killed by this little bastard, how can you let me calm down?"

Charles was furious and vowed not to rest until Sterling was dead.

Inside the embassy, there were many people, all employees of Charles. At their boss's command, these dogs who didn't distinguish right from wrong began to clamor together.

"You can't take in just anyone. We firmly resist and refuse to live under the same roof as a murderer!"

"Killers must pay with their lives, it's a matter of course!"

"Is the embassy a military or a band of thieves? If it's the military, then arrest the murderer and give the deceased an explanation!"

The courtyard was in chaos, and if it weren't for George mediating, the situation would have escalated and become uncontrollable.

Someone had already noticed the situation was wrong and went to find the diplomat. Edward rushed over to maintain order on the scene.

"What's going on?"

Charles, red-faced and neck-veined, angrily pointed at Sterling and said:

"How did you guarantee to me before that you could bring my son back?"

"But what happened? This bastard killed my son. Today, you must give me an explanation!"

Others joined in the commotion.

"That's right, look at him covered in blood, he must be a madman, and he might be mutating, who knows?"

"Better to kill the wrong person than to let it go; if he mutates and spreads it to everyone, it would be terrible!"

"It's not like that, everyone calm down!"

George was still trying his best to maintain order on the scene.

"Kid, you should explain a bit!"

Sterling snorted coldly.

"Explain nothing, I killed the man, so what?"

Sterling's fearless attitude really angered Charles, who pointed at Sterling with trembling hands, red-faced and furious, and said to the diplomat Edward:

"Look at him, lawless, why don't you arrest him yet!"

Edward's face showed difficulty; it was a special period, and Charles had the capital to say such words. He had a lot of say in the local area, and the embassy's current vehicles, defense works, supplies, etc., were all provided by Charles's company.

If he withdrew his investment and canceled his sponsorship, it would greatly affect the embassy's ability to protect and act.

"Dad!"

At this moment, Abigail, David, and many international students rushed over, even Alice and Amelia were among them.

"Uncle, listen to my explanation, things are not what you think."

David was the first to stand up, wanting to defend Sterling.

But Edward glared and scolded:

"Shut up, you have no say in this!"

Charles's employees stepped forward and dragged David away.

Edward took a step forward and faced Sterling.

"Did Benjamin mutate into a zombie when you killed him?"

Before Sterling could speak, the rich second-generation jumped out first, distorting the truth:

"No, my cousin was fine, there were no signs of mutation at all!"

He also dragged out a female international student and threatened her:

"You speak, is Sterling the murderer!"

The female student's face was pale, and her body was trembling, and it was clear from her expression that she was coerced.

"Yes, he did it."

The female international student's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

The rich second-generation continued to strut:

"What about that, we have a witness!"

"Everyone doesn't know, Sterling shot and killed people without any reason, threatened us to obey him, and said that if we didn't listen, he would shoot us dead and throw our classmates downstairs to feed the zombies!"

"Ask Abigail if it's true!"