Cheng Qiao was a bit speechless. His job destined him to be a lone wolf, yet he still found comrades—his heart was enormous.
And why was he here? Could Ye Xiaolin have betrayed them? Or was this not Ye Xiaolin, but an enemy agent wearing his face?
Cheng Qiao suddenly produced a sedative and sprinkled it on Ye Xiaolin’s face. Once he passed out, she began examining him carefully. After a long inspection, she confirmed that it really was Ye Xiaolin’s face.
Pouring some spatial water on his face, Ye Xiaolin slowly regained consciousness, looking at Cheng Qiao in confusion as he recalled what had happened.
“Cheng Qiao, why are you here? Go, there are enemy agents!”
“Where are they? Male or female? How old? Were they wearing a human-skin mask, or any other identifying feature?”
“Here, help me take it.”
It was on Ye Xiaolin’s back. Cheng Qiao went behind him, lifted his shirt, and found that the documents were sealed in a bag, adhered to his back.
“You really are daring. If you tear off the documents, you could damage your skin.”
Ye Xiaolin gave a wry smile. Risking his life to protect the documents with his own skin was worth it.
Cheng Qiao used spatial water to gently wash away the special adhesive, separating it from his skin. His wound stopped bleeding.
“Doesn’t it hurt? You don’t need to be soft-hearted. You could just tear it off brutally.”
“It’s already removed. Let’s go, take me home.”
“No, I’ve always hidden behind a human-skin mask. I quickly changed clothes and removed the mask to avoid the enemy. But this person is smart; I’m worried he might follow.”
“Don’t worry. My farm has a guard wolf—ordinary people can’t get in.”
“Then how did I get in?”
“You carry the scent of the health pills. Wang Zai is sensitive to that scent and knows anyone with it must be my friend.”
“No wonder… what a clever wolf. It even led me here.”
Wang Zai puffed out his chest. Cheng Qiao patted its head. With it on the farm, things were much easier.
A health pill appeared in her hand. Wang Zai ate it in one bite and then quickly ran into the small wooden house at the farm’s entrance.
“Brother Xiaolin, what’s in here? Can I open it?”
“Go ahead. It’s key data for a weapon. I must get it to my father quickly. My leg might be broken, so I’ll need your help.”
“I’ll take you to the clinic. Hantong will deliver this to the capital.”
“Who’s Hantong?”
“A colleague of Hu Lata.”
“Good, we need speed. Also, there’s a portrait inside—the enemy agent who ambushed me. My father must be careful. There may be infiltrators among them.”
Cheng Qiao took a photo of the face. She needed Wu Hongxin and Yao Peng to hunt down the agent; she couldn’t handle it alone.
Hantong understood the gravity of the situation and left with the confidential documents immediately. Cheng Qiao called Wu Hongxin to explain everything.
Wu Hongxin was furious. Their soldiers risked their lives for the country and the people, yet an enemy agent had infiltrated their unit and attacked their soldiers—unforgivable.
Ye Chengying was summoned back overnight, and an emergency meeting was convened. Qin Daqiang was also rushing to catch a train. Not only him, but commanders from other units were hurrying to the capital as well.
Speed is of the essence in military operations. After holding an emergency meeting, all major garrisons conducted carpet-style searches within their jurisdictions—they had to find the person in the portrait, and also carry out self-inspections.
A week later, Cheng Qiao, wearing a straw hat, leisurely followed a man. Having lived here for so many years, she could easily distinguish locals from outsiders.
Although this man was dressed neatly and looked completely natural, Cheng Qiao’s eyes were special. She had already seen the panic lurking in his eyes.
There was also something off about the way he walked. Even though he was careful, Cheng Qiao, trained in medicine, immediately noticed that he was injured—the pain made his steps slightly heavy.
Even though his face didn’t resemble the one in the portrait, spies often wore human-skin masks; changing a face was trivial.
“I’m looking for Director Gu.”
The man approached a nurse directly. His voice was soft, but Cheng Qiao’s ears twitched—again, it was Gu Yuhua.
Last time, his assistant was a spy. Although he was under suspicion, no trace was found after going through all his files.
“Please wait a moment.”
The nurse cautiously led the man to Gu Yuhua’s office. Cheng Qiao took a deep breath, followed the nurse out, and in an empty corner, used a sedative to knock the man out.
She pulled a burlap sack from her space, stuffed him inside, and temporarily left him in the hospital’s designated trash area. Then she headed to Gu Yuhua’s office.
Pressing her ear to the door, she couldn’t hear anything. When she tried to enter, she found the door locked. Without hesitation, she kicked it open.
The office was empty, but Cheng Qiao knew there was a lounge behind it. She rushed in. Gu Yuhua heard the noise and came running, glaring at her:
“Cheng Qiao, what do you think you’re doing? Why did you kick my door?”
Cheng Qiao didn’t answer and immediately threw a powder. Gu Yuhua didn’t expect her to be so ruthless. He had no way to avoid it and collapsed.
When Cheng Qiao rushed into the lounge, a figure jumped out of the window. Only the second-floor height—but for a spy trained over years, it was nothing.
Cheng Qiao jumped after him, and suddenly, Little Red Head appeared, darting in front of the spy to block him.
“Monster…”
The spy had never seen such a huge snake, bright red. Terrified, he tried to retreat but was knocked out by Cheng Qiao’s powder.
“Thank you.”
Little Red Head vanished. Cheng Qiao tore at the man’s face and pulled off a human-skin mask. It was indeed the wanted spy.
Quickly, she stuffed him into a sack, swaggered into the director’s office, and called Qin Daqiang.
Qin Daqiang had been on edge lately. Receiving Cheng Qiao’s call, he immediately rushed to the First People’s Hospital with his men.
The old general had given clear orders: anyone who was a spy, anyone who betrayed the country and its people, had to be immediately apprehended.
The entire hospital was surrounded by soldiers. People could enter but not leave. Cheng Qiao stood on a second-floor platform, coldly watching the panicked crowd.
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