Chapter 3413: Combustion (2)

Everyone was meant to show understanding and tolerance. Everyone was meant to be equally ordinary people, with their own responsibilities and obligations to carry.

However, as a military wife, Wu Xianrou seemed to be living in a different level of existence compared to everyone else.

She was practically acting like she was disabled, making the other military wives green with envy.

Everyone assumed Song Yi held a high rank and had so much power that he didn’t need to go on standard missions, leaving him with plenty of time to dote on Wu Xianrou and indulge her every whim.

Only Wu Jing knew the truth. Song Yi hadn’t even fulfilled the duties expected of him. If there was a way to shirk something, he would.

That upright, responsible man had suddenly become utterly undisciplined.

Song Yi had turned into every woman’s dream husband—powerful, handsome, loyal, and always there when needed.

He pampered, tolerated, and adored his wife.

He had transformed from a peerless hero into a man who only wanted to cling to his wife, obsessed with staying in bed with her every day until she couldn’t even get up from all the ‘pah-pah-pah-pah.’

Wu Jing once confronted Wu Xianrou, telling her not to drag Song Yi down like this. Song Yi had a future full of promise. He should have more medals pinned to his chest, his name etched into history books.

Great achievements required a certain degree of endurance and sacrifice.

But Wu Xianrou took Wu Jing’s words as a provocation between romantic rivals. Thanks to her instincts as a woman, she could keenly sense that Song Yi’s subordinate had feelings for him.

Wu Xianrou didn’t say a word. She simply packed her things and moved back to her parents’ home. She refused to live in the military family compound anymore.

Song Yi went scrambling to bring her back, like he was welcoming home an ancestor.

And then he scolded Wu Jing, saying this was a private matter between husband and wife, and it wasn’t her place to interfere.

Wu Jing was utterly shattered. She couldn’t understand what Song Yi saw in a woman like Wu Xianrou.

Was it just because her father was a high-ranking official?

Wu Xianrou was willful and entitled, always taking, never giving. So why did Song Yi still treat her like a precious gem?

Her willfulness was treated as endearing.

Love didn’t need a reason—but why was Wu Xianrou the one who got such treatment and devotion?

Wu Jing was full of confusion. As she looked at Song Yi, she now felt nothing but disappointment.

She asked Song Yi why he was doing all this.

All Song Yi said was, “Because it makes me happy.”

Then he assigned Wu Jing to a mission—a highly dangerous one, with a very real chance she might not come back.

Deep down, Wu Jing had a vague understanding of what this meant, but she didn’t dare to dwell on it.

A soldier’s duty was to obey orders. So, Wu Jing carried out the task Song Yi gave her. During the ensuing firefight, she was killed in an explosion. She didn’t leave even a whole body to recover.

Wu Jing had no qualms about dying for her country. After all, everyone on that mission either died or came back badly injured.

However, the man who had once led her into this world of blood and valor… had become someone like that.

Was it power that changed him? People said Wu Xianrou brought luck to her husband. Ever since marrying her, Song Yi had risen step by step.

But to Wu Jing, he hadn’t lived up to his responsibilities at all.

Was it the old saying come true—’Beauty lays waste to heroes’?

Wu Jing couldn’t understand. She, a mere woman, and even she could see the problem. So why couldn’t Song Yi?

He used state resources—military helicopters, troops, handguns—for trivial matters concerning Wu Xianrou.

All of it came from taxpayers, from ordinary people.

He misused power so blatantly, like he wanted everyone to know.

Wu Jing’s wish was for Song Yi not to marry Wu Xianrou. She didn’t want someone she both respected and loved, to become like this. Her second wish was to climb higher herself. She didn’t want to be Song Yi’s subordinate anymore.

After receiving the storyline, Ning Shu’s chin hit the dirt.

She slanted her eyes at Song Yi beside her. He looked deadly serious. His thick eyebrows slashed into his temples.

With such an upright and dignified appearance, he exuded a powerful sense of security.

When Song Yi turned and saw Ning Shu staring at him, he gave her a meaningful look. Ning Shu instantly snapped to attention, crouching low and focused.

Not far ahead was a road. They were going to take care of their target there.

Many people were lurking and hiding nearby.

Ning Shu’s muscles couldn’t help but tremble. Hot-blooded surge rushed to her head. Her heart was pounding heavily under a pressure she couldn’t explain.

She adjusted her breathing, trying to keep her body from convulsing.

So now she’d become a soldier?

Being a soldier meant defending the country, being driven by duty and belief, and trading her own life for national peace and stability.

Ning Shu smiled faintly. This was why tasks were such fascinating things.

Roleplay—how interesting was that?

The sounds of car horns blaring and tires grinding against the ground echoed in the air.

Ning Shu pressed her ear to the ground. She could hear the cars drawing closer.

Song Yi remained calm. His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s as they fixed on the slowly approaching trucks.

It wasn’t just one truck. He glanced over. There were three of them.

Song Yi signaled with his hands, reallocating tasks.

The vehicles, distorted by the shimmering heat rising off the road, kicked up large clouds of dust behind them.

Ning Shu gripped her gun. Her palms were damp. She was sweating.

The weather was hot, and the atmosphere was so tense that her body was sweating uncontrollably.

It felt like her body wasn’t following orders.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the earthy, metallic scent of the dust-laden air.

The trucks rolled forward slowly, and then—bang!—the lead truck’s tire suddenly burst.

The lead truck came to a halt, and the ones behind it also stopped.

The people inside got out, visibly impatient, and began inspecting the problem.

A driver behind stuck his head out and shouted to the ones ahead, “What’s going on?”

“The tire’s been punctured. There must be cops. Run!”

These criminals were clearly experienced. They recognized the tyre-piercing tools on the ground and immediately grew alert and tried to flee.

Song Yi pointed, and Ning Shu, holding her gun like the others, quickly dashed towards the road.

The drivers scattered in all directions. Song Yi shouted loudly, “Don’t injure anyone. Capture them if you can!”

Avoiding injuries was a measure to prevent international incidents.

However, these people had guns on them too, and they started firing at Ning Shu and the others.

“Engage directly,” Song Yi ordered coldly, seeing that the criminals had opened fire.

“You, go check the trucks. See if there’s any smuggled contraband,” Song Yi said to Ning Shu before leading the rest to intercept the fleeing criminals.

“Yes, sir.” Ning Shu pulled a thin wire from the small pouch on her waist, preparing to pick the truck’s lock.

Damn it. She realized she hadn’t been trained in this skill.

Wu Jing could do this, since she was an expert at picking locks.

Ning Shu followed the sensation embedded in the entrustor’s memories and inserted the wire into the lock.

She leaned in close to the lock, gently working it as she released her spiritual consciousness, trying to sense what was happening inside.

With her spiritual consciousness, she could clearly visualise the interior of the lock. With a few deft movements, she managed to unlock it.

Ning Shu let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She’d thought she wouldn’t be able to open it.

She pulled open the truck door. Inside were all kinds of local specialty products and fruits.

These were the items they were passing the border with.

Ning Shu released her spiritual consciousness again and swept over every single item.

This truck was clean.

This was the border. If the first truck turned out to be clean, the inspectors would naturally ease up on the rest and conduct the following searches less rigorously.

Ning Shu was worried about something slipping through, so she checked extra carefully. If they ended up with no solid evidence, an international dispute could erupt over this incident.

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