The lighting here was brighter than anywhere else, and the snow-white light shone on her body, emitting a gleaming and cold light like jade, making it somewhat difficult for onlookers to look away.
Song Shiqin’s eyes were slightly narrowed, reflecting a cold glint at the bottom.
He suddenly found himself unable to clearly make out the girl before him. She said he was suspicious, but wasn’t she just as full of doubts?
An 18-year-old girl, facing a bomb, could actually remain calm, not showing the slightest sign of panic or fear!
Even more so, she seemed more professional than some professional bomb-disarming experts!
If not for professional training, how else could all this be explained?
Chu Jin was squatting on the ground, focusing on disarming the bomb. Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she whispered, "Be careful! Someone’s coming from the 6 o’clock direction clockwise!"
Her voice was very low, almost inaudible, but it still reached Song Shiqin’s ears.
The footsteps of the other party were light; they must be a trained fighter.
Song Shiqin immediately snapped out of his daze, warily glanced around, took a few steps back, then leaped, using the momentum to scale the opposite wall, leaving several black footprints on the snow-white surface.
The black duckbill hat fell off due to his exaggerated movements, drawing a perfect arc in the air, revealing a face with distinct, handsome features, starry brows, sword-like eyes, and extremely sharp angles on his face.
It was slower to say it than it happened—in the blink of an eye!
Right when Chu Jin was cutting the second wire.
Song Shiqin’s feet landed directly on the shoulders of a man in uniform. With a ’crack’, he twisted the man’s neck with his feet, then did a side somersault, performing a spinning kick.
’Bang bang—’ Two muffled sounds appeared in the air.
By the time Song Shiqin landed again, his left hand was holding the collar of a thin, dark man, and the gun in his right hand was pressed against his temple.
Song Shiqin’s eyes narrowed slightly, his deep and hard voice rising in the air, "Hanazawa Takaya, male, 48 years old, code name Y8, adept at disguise, one of the internationally renowned hackers, once masqueraded as a citizen of Hua Nation, repeatedly leaking major national secrets to R, didn’t you know our military has been watching you for a long time?"
No sooner had his voice fallen.
Swipe—Swipe—Swipe.
Suddenly, more than a dozen fully-armed soldiers appeared out of nowhere in the previously empty basement, dozens of dark gun barrels pointing at Hanazawa Takaya.
And at the several subordinates behind Hanazawa Takaya.
Song Shiqin pulled the trigger, his face full of killing intent as he spoke, "Spill it, who’s the mastermind behind you?"
Hanazawa Takaya looked up leisurely, his face not showing a trace of panic but instead a smug curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Song Shiqin, do you really think you can do anything to me?"
With those words, he clapped his hands.
"Clap clap clap," not more or less, exactly three times.
No sooner had the clapping ceased than a black man emerged from behind another wall, carrying a child on his shoulder.
The black man held a gun pointed at the child’s head.
The child was lying on the man’s shoulder, only his back visible and his facial features obscured, noiseless and untroubled, appearing to be asleep.
Song Shiqin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a soft chuckle, pressing the gun harder against Hanazawa Takaya’s head, his voice cold and ruthless, "You think an unidentified child can threaten me?"
A soldier’s blood runs hot, yet their blood is also cold!
In the face of national security, some things must be sacrificed when necessary!
To forsake the lesser home for the greater home, sometimes even sacrificing oneself is possible!
At such times, one certainly cannot joke with the safety of countless civilians.
This is the true nature of a soldier! The true nature of a warrior!
Hearing this, Chu Jin’s frown deepened, knowing that as a soldier, Song Shiqin sometimes faced tough choices, but this seemed too cold-blooded. She quickly cut the last wire, put down the scissors, and walked towards Song Shiqin.
Seeing Chu Jin approaching, Hanazawa Takaya spoke in a relaxed tone, "Oh, Miss Chu, we meet again." He acted as if he had known Chu Jin for many years as an old friend.
At this, Song Shiqin gave Chu Jin a puzzled look.
Chu Jin, quite baffled, asked, "Do we know each other?"
Hanazawa Takaya smiled, "Commander Song might not care about that child’s safety, but I think Miss Chu must care quite a bit." As he finished speaking, Hanazawa Takaya looked towards the direction of the black man.
Chu Jin’s brow furrowed slightly, her gaze following Hanazawa Takaya’s to the child, which caused her to freeze on the spot!
Her complexion turned deathly pale in an instant!
"Pengpeng!" she exclaimed almost instinctively!
Even though the child had his back to Chu Jin, she recognized at first glance that the child was little Pengpeng.
Song Shiqin’s expression also shifted dramatically, evidently, he too hadn’t expected the child to be Mo Pengpeng.
"Miss Chu, don’t worry," Hanazawa Takaya began leisurely, "We haven’t harmed a hair on the little girl’s head. We’ve just given her a little something to help her sleep, that’s all."
Chu Jin took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down as she looked at Hanazawa Takaya, "What do you want?"