Chapter 690

In the evening, Yoel came to the cemetery wearing sunglasses.

It was raining lightly and breezy, but he did not hold an umbrella and let the rain drench his body. A depressing air loomed around the prude man.

Yoel took off the sunglasses, revealing his beautiful eyes that were still a little red. He lit a cigarette and took a long, hard drag. Then, he coughed from the cigarette.

Yoel and Cole had been busy lately.

They were both Jace's best buddies and comrades. They gave him a final send-off and took care of his affairs.

At least Cole watched Jace die in front of his eyes. Yoel did not even get to see him for the last time. When he saw Jace again, Jace's body was already in the cold morgue.

Jace was dead.

"We were in the army and have experienced so many difficult missions and countless times escaping from death. There were so many close encounters with death, but we survived them all."

Yoel puffed out a cloud of white smoke and coughed again. He said in a raspy voice, "I didn