nyslfriends Chapter 89 The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat: Making a Fool of Handong
Chapter 89 The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat: Making a Fool of Handong
(Chapter 87 was omitted; please go back and check it to connect the plot.)
Upon hearing these three words, Ye Cunxin, who had been standing in the corner, trembled violently.
Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and a hint of undisguised fear flashed in her eyes.
Qi Tongwei keenly noticed her unusual behavior. He turned around, walked in front of Ye Cunxin, and blocked the view of those around them.
"What's wrong?" His voice softened a little.
Ye Cunxin raised her head, her once charming and alluring peach blossom eyes now filled with terrified memories. She instinctively grabbed Qi Tongwei's sleeve, her fingertips icy cold.
"Ghost Sorrow Gorge..." Ye Cunxin's voice trembled, "That's where I was kidnapped back then."
Qi Tongwei was startled.
Years ago, Ye Cunxin was kidnapped while conducting research on the border, and it was Qi Tongwei who single-handedly stormed in and rescued her. That was the battle that made his "Lone Wolf" reputation resound the most, and it was also the beginning of his connection with the Ye family.
But he never expected that, after all the twists and turns, the gears of fate would turn back to their starting point.
"Don't be afraid." Qi Tongwei reached out and gently patted her back. His large, strong hand conveyed a burning heat even through the thin fabric. "With me here, even hell can't hurt you in the slightest."
Ye Cunxin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. After all, she was the granddaughter of the Ye family, and an indomitable spirit flowed in her veins.
She looked up at Qi Tongwei, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a resolute determination.
She suddenly reached out, her slender fingers deftly unbuttoning a button on Qi Tongwei's shirt collar, the movement intimate and natural, like a young wife helping her husband tidy his clothes.
"You're going, aren't you?" she asked softly, her breath sweet as orchids.
"I have to go." Qi Tongwei didn't hide anything. "Zhao Ruilong holds the core evidence against Zhao Lichun, which is the key to bringing down the Zhao family. Moreover, he must die. This is my promise to my fallen comrades, and also my commitment to this police uniform."
"Going through official procedures is too late," Ye Cunxin pointed out the problem incisively. "For cross-border arrests, the approval process alone takes half a month. By the time the paperwork is done, Zhao Ruilong will have already had plastic surgery and changed his face, and will be on the other side of the world."
"So I don't intend to follow the proper procedures." Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smirk. "A general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders. I'm going on a 'trip'."
"I'll go too," Ye Cunxin blurted out.
"No way." Qi Tongwei refused flatly. "That's a war zone, a drug den, not a social arena in Jingzhou. What would you do there?"
"I have a use." Ye Cunxin stepped forward, her ample breasts almost pressed against Qi Tongwei's chest. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of cunning and provocation. "The 'Royal No. 1' casino is members-only. Without an introducer, you can't even get in the door. But I do."
She took out a black and gold card from her exquisite Hermès handbag and waved it in front of Qi Tongwei.
"This was given to me by a Southeast Asian Chinese businessman I knew when I was into photography. He was a VIP there. With this card, we were like 'easy prey' going to gamble, and no one would suspect a thing."
Qi Tongwei looked at the card, then at the enchanting woman in front of him.
She's smart and knows how to maintain appropriate boundaries. She knows when to be charming and when to use leverage.
"And..." Ye Cunxin leaned close to Qi Tongwei's ear, her warm breath tickling his ear, "Going alone is too conspicuous. Bringing me along, a rich second-generation heir spending money like water, splurges at the casino with his beautiful lover—isn't that the perfect disguise?"
Qi Tongwei remained silent for a moment.
I have to admit, she's right.
"It's very dangerous." Qi Tongwei stared into her eyes. "If my identity is exposed, I might not be able to protect you."
"I don't need your help." Ye Cunxin pulled out a tiny pistol, no bigger than the palm of her hand, from under her skirt and twirled it skillfully. "Director Qi, don't forget, I also grew up in a military compound. My marksmanship may not be as good as yours, but I can still blow a man's head off within ten meters without any problem."
Her smile was alluring, yet it also revealed a ruthless edge.
This blend of danger and sexiness made Qi Tongwei's heart skip a beat.
"Okay." Qi Tongwei finally nodded. "Go change your clothes. Take off your high heels and put on your combat boots."
"Yes, sir." Ye Cunxin gave a playful salute and turned to walk towards the lounge. Her graceful figure seemed out of place yet strangely harmonious in the serious atmosphere of the command center.
……
Four o'clock in the morning.
A secret airport of the Handong Provincial Military Region.
A Y-20 transport plane, painted in a dark gray color, sat quietly at the end of the runway. Its huge engines were already warming up, emitting a deep roar that shook the water on the ground, causing ripples to spread.
Qi Tongwei changed into a black tactical training uniform, without wearing any police rank insignia. On his back was the black guitar bag that had been with him for ten years.
The bag didn't contain musical instruments, but rather a modified heavy sniper rifle with a range of two kilometers, and two large-caliber Desert Eagles.
This is the standard equipment for a "lone wolf".
Ye Cunxin had also changed into a camouflage windbreaker and tactical boots, her hair tied in a high ponytail, making her look capable and dashing. But even so, her long, beautiful legs encased in tight pants still made people want to take a second look.
"Old Qi!"
A shout came from the rain.
Zhao Donglai ran over in the rain, carrying a heavy silver box in his hand.
"Here's what you wanted." Zhao Donglai handed the box to Qi Tongwei. "The latest satellite encrypted communicator, and three vials of military-grade adrenaline. I'll handle things with the provincial department; just tell them you're on sick leave."
Zhao Donglai's eyes were a little red. He knew what Qi Tongwei's departure meant.
They had no support, no identity, and they couldn't even be draped with the national flag after they died.
"Don't make it sound like a life-or-death situation." Qi Tongwei took the box and punched Zhao Donglai lightly. "Keep an eye on the house. When I get back, I'll treat you to a celebratory drink."
"You must come back!" Zhao Donglai roared.
Qi Tongwei didn't turn around, but waved his hand and led Ye Cunxin to the rear cabin door of the plane.
As the hatch slowly closed, a tremendous roar echoed through the sky. The transport plane taxied and accelerated, like a giant black eagle piercing the rain and soaring into the vast night sky.
Target: Southwestern border.
……
Three hours later.
The plane landed at a makeshift military airfield on the southwestern border.
The air here is humid and hot, filled with the rotten smell unique to tropical jungles.
As soon as I got off the plane, a dilapidated Jeep drove up to me.
The car door opened, and a burly, dark-skinned man jumped out. He was wearing a faded camouflage uniform, and had a grotesque scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.
That was Qin Chuan, the captain of the Southwest Border Defense Corps. Qi Tongwei's former squad leader.
"Lone Wolf." Qin Chuan stepped forward and hugged Qi Tongwei tightly, with a force so great it felt like he wanted to break his ribs. "You little brat, you finally decided to come back!"
"Old squad leader." Qi Tongwei patted Qin Chuan on the back, a long-lost surge of passion welling up in his heart.
This is his home turf. He prefers the straightforward battlefield to the cutthroat world of officialdom.
"I know the situation." Qin Chuan released Qi Tongwei, his expression turning serious. "That 'Royal No. 1' casino is a tough nut to crack. It's an area controlled by an independent armed group, and even the local government forces don't dare to enter easily. Zhao Ruilong has at least a reinforced platoon of mercenaries protecting him."
"It's more fun with more people," Qi Tongwei said casually, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey.
"I knew you'd say that." Qin Chuan shook his head helplessly, then turned to the side and pointed to the jeep. "But this time, you're not alone. The higher-ups have sent you a helper."
"A helper?" Qi Tongwei frowned slightly. "I don't need any burdens."
"Whether it's a burden or not, you'll know when you see it."
As soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, the passenger door of the jeep opened.
A long leg clad in black trousers stepped out.
Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses came down.
He was tall and thin, his whole being resembling a drawn sword, radiating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. In his hand, he carried a long, black, rectangular box that looked like a coffin.
The man removed his sunglasses, revealing a pale yet handsome face. His eyes were long and sharp, with unusually dark gray-brown pupils, like the gaze of death.
He walked up to Qi Tongwei, neither saluting nor shaking hands, but simply coldly scrutinizing him.
That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a corpse.
"Qi Tongwei?" The man's voice was flat and cold as ice.
"Who are you?" Qi Tongwei narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing instantly as he entered battle mode. He could sense that this man was very strong, extremely strong. It was an instinctive connection between kindred spirits.
The man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile devoid of any warmth.
"The Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's Special Task Force, codenamed 'Zhong Kui'."
"They specialize in capturing wandering ghosts."
The man patted the coffin-like box in his hand, making a dull thud.
"Zhao Ruilong is my ghost. You're just a guide."
Qi Tongwei smiled.
He laughed wildly and arrogantly.
He took a step forward, and the domineering aura he exuded, born from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, suddenly erupted, actually overwhelming the coldness of "Zhong Kui".
"Then we'll see what you're capable of." Qi Tongwei stared into the man's eyes and said, word by word, "In my hunting grounds, the consequences of fighting for food are usually dire."
Two powerful auras collided in the air, as if sparks were flying everywhere.
Standing to the side, Ye Cunxin looked at the two men, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes.
This is the real man.
This is the stage that truly belongs to Qi Tongwei.
"Set off!"
Qi Tongwei turned around, opened the car door, and jumped into the jeep.
The engine roared, kicking up clouds of dust.
The hunt has begun.