HDRDTH -Chapter 100 Ultimate Defensive Array — “As You Wish”

Tokyo, Underground Intelligence Center (50 meters below ground)

Sato Marufuji held the satellite phone so tightly that veins bulged on the back of his hand.

From the other end came chaotic background noise—mud splashing, and a director screaming in rage.

“Commander…”

Li Yao’s voice was weak, trembling, on the verge of collapse.

“I’m currently lying in the dirtiest mud pit in Hengdian, covered by three layers of moldy cotton coats.”

“A passing extra just stepped on my stomach. I couldn’t even scream—I had to cooperate and roll over, pretending to be a very convincing corpse.”

“Is this kind of ‘obedience training’ really necessary…?”

Sato Marufuji’s eyes actually turned slightly moist as he listened.

He stood abruptly and performed a solemn imperial salute toward the satellite phone.

“Nightingale, endure it!”

“That man has not only seen through your identity, but is also using extreme warnings like ‘killed in episode one’ to threaten the Empire!”

“Every second you endure now is buying strategic time for the Empire!”

“For the glory of Great Japan, you must act the part of a corpse flawlessly!”

“The Empire will remember your sacrifice!”

“Ha… hai…” Li Yao whispered faintly.

She hung up, staring blankly at the drone flying overhead.

“CUT!”

“You! The corpse! Yes, you! Stop looking around! Why are you on the phone?!”

“You died in episode one—act like you’re dead properly!”

The director roared through a loudspeaker.

Li Yao closed her eyes in humiliation, letting muddy water mixed with gunpowder seep into her ears.

For the Empire, she had to become the most perfect corpse in Hengdian.

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1

Yu Xian lounged comfortably in a reclining chair in the backyard, holding a thermos filled with goji berry tea.

“Dad!” Wang Dafu ran over, sweating, carrying a massive tactical backpack.

“Chu Feng called!”

“He said the Deep-Sea Thor thermobaric bombs are already loaded. Three Type 052D destroyers from the East Sea Fleet are on standby!”

“He’s asking when we’re going to blow up the reef?”

Yu Xian paused mid-sip, then slammed the thermos down.

“Cancel it!”

“Drop two thermobaric bombs and you won’t even get reefs—you’ll get glass on the seabed!”

“What am I supposed to fish there?”

“Grilled shrimp?”

“Tell Chu Feng the exercise is cancelled! I’m not going to sea!”

“Got it!”

Wang Dafu nodded and ran off.

Yu Xian sighed deeply, rubbing his temples.

These military people were insane—turning fishing into something like World War III.

At that moment, Wang Fei came downstairs with a silver suitcase.

She wore a sharp black trench coat and flat combat boots.

“I’m leaving,” she said softly.

Yu Xian’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Yes, go! Finally!”

Wang Fei bowed deeply.

“My national tour starts in a month in Beijing. I need full closed-door rehearsals.”

“I want to bring Xi Xi on stage too… but Sister Chen said I still need a finale song powerful enough to dominate a 100,000-seat stadium.”

“I… I can’t write it.”

Yu Xian blinked.

A finale song?

That’s easy.

He casually rummaged under the table, pulled out a wrinkled supermarket flyer used as a fish bait mat, and flipped it over.

With a pen smelling faintly of fish, he scribbled something messy in under two minutes.

Then he slapped it in front of her.

“Take it.”

“This is your finale.”

“Enough to last you a lifetime.”

“After you sing it, leave quickly. Don’t disturb my nap.”

Wang Fei held the wrinkled paper like a sacred decree.

At the top were two messy characters:

《As You Wish》

Her eyes fell on the lyrics:

“As long as rivers and mountains are safe, ordinary fireworks…”

Her body froze.

Her breathing stopped.

Her mind went blank.

Another song?

Previously, “Open the Door and See the Mountain” was a sonic blade that cut through enemy sonar.

Now this “As You Wish” was a protective shield for the nation’s landscape.

And he casually said there would be more songs after this?

This wasn’t composing music.

This was strategic deployment of national-level defense assets!

She understood instantly.

The previous song was fury.

This one was protection.

The ultimate defensive barrier over the land itself.

“Mr. Yu… I will never repay this kindness even with my life!”

She trembled.

“How should the arrangement be done?”

“Go big,” Yu Xian said lazily, just wanting her gone.

“Full strings. Violins, cellos—everything.”

“End with a hundred-person children’s choir.”

“Make it as massive as possible. Cover the entire 100,000-seat venue.”

“Got it!” Wang Fei’s pupils contracted.

“This is the final defensive array!”

Yu Xian frowned.

“What array?”

“Don’t start copying Chu Feng again. Go!”

Three Days Later, Beijing

Xinghuang Entertainment Headquarters

Li Yao, having just “died” in Hengdian and returned in a broken state, was now working as a cleaner.

She pushed a cleaning cart through the hallway, expression numb.

But her ears were pressed tightly against a half-open conference room door.

Inside, frantic arguments echoed.

“It’s not enough!”

“The string density is still too low!”

“This is Mr. Yu’s direct order—we must fully saturate it!”

“This song will be deployed in a 100,000-seat stadium next month!”

A composer wiped sweat off his face.

“If we stack strings at this density, plus a 100-voice children’s choir, the acoustic resonance in a closed stadium will go completely out of control!”

“The low-frequency overlap could physically vibrate the structure—damaging eardrums!”

“That’s your technical problem,” Sister Chen said coldly.

“It must be done.”

“Mr. Yu said this song is called As You Wish.”

“Its core concept is: ‘peace across mountains and rivers—complete elimination of all threats.’”

“Even if the stadium roof is blown off, we still achieve full coverage.”

Clang.

Li Yao’s mop fell to the floor.

100,000-seat enclosed venue?

Extreme low-frequency stacking?

Structural resonance?

Her trained intelligence mind instantly reconstructed the pattern:

A forbidden weapon.

A low-frequency resonance annihilation device.

A targeted neural-clearing system.

“As long as rivers and mountains are safe… eliminate all threats…”

Her fingers turned ice cold.

Sweat soaked through her uniform.

She understood.

This wasn’t a concert.

It was a mass purification array targeting all embedded spies in Beijing.

A specific frequency pulse would trigger brainwave collapse in all designated targets.

Yu Xian…

You demon.