Extra Chapter - Ji Lu Wushuang - Danger Signal

Ji Wushuang's few short sentences were like a beam of light.

It illuminated all the confusion and fear in Lu Qianqian's heart.

She seemed to understand a little.

Where Ji Wushuang's extraordinary calm and strength came from.

It wasn't numbness or indifference.

It was a will of steel, tempered through countless instances of coexisting with fear.

"What do we do after daybreak?"

Lu Qianqian asked.

"Xia's peacekeeping forces will come for us,"

Ji Wushuang replied.

She took a satellite phone from her backpack.

"I've already sent a distress signal."

Lu Qianqian was stunned.

"When did you..."

"While you were crying."

Ji Wushuang's answer remained terse and to the point.

Lu Qianqian looked at her, feeling an indescribable warmth surge in her heart.

Sister Wushuang always thinks further and does more than you.

She arranges everything meticulously.

That night, Lu Qianqian slept deeply.

She lay beside Ji Wushuang inside this abandoned church.

She had no more nightmares.

The next morning.

The roar of helicopter blades woke them.

A helicopter painted with the flag of Xia was circling above the church.

The rescue had arrived.

The helicopter landed on the open ground in front of the church.

After the hatch opened, several fully armed peacekeeping soldiers jumped out.

Leading them was a major with dark skin and sharp eyes.

He saw Ji Wushuang and paused.

Then, an expression of disbelief spread across his face.

"Wushuang?"

"Black Wolf."

Ji Wushuang nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The major called Black Wolf walked over quickly.

He seemed to want to give Ji Wushuang a hug.

But seeing her cool gaze, he awkwardly lowered his arms.

"You... what are you doing here?"

"Mission."

Ji Wushuang pointed at Lu Qianqian.

"This is my protectee."

"We need support to rescue two people from the Walu tribe."

Black Wolf glanced at Lu Qianqian, then back at Ji Wushuang.

His eyes held some confusion, but he didn't ask further, simply nodding decisively.

"Get on the aircraft."

"Team Four, with me!"

With the peacekeeping forces joining, the rescue operation became straightforward.

When they returned to the Walu tribe,

the conflict was over, leaving only devastation in its wake.

Uncle Zhao, Lin Ke, and the black man were all still alive.

Seeing the rescue troops, they were all moved to tears.

Lu Qianqian watched this scene.

She watched those well-equipped, highly trained soldiers.

She watched the food, medicine, and sense of security they brought.

For the first time, a clear and powerful thought sprouted in her heart.

Kindness and courage are not enough.

Compassion and a sense of duty are also not enough.

To protect the people you want to protect in a world like this.

To change this goddamn reality.

You must possess power of your own.

Real, formidable, unrivaled power.

This thought, like a seed, quietly took root and began to sprout in Lu Qianqian's heart.

...

The peacekeeping soldiers secured the area.

They were clearing the bodies and treating the wounded.

The air was thick with the foul stench of death and the smell of disinfectant.

Uncle Zhao and Lin Ke had already been stabilized and were waiting to return to the city.

Their injuries weren't serious; they were not in life-threatening danger.

The major called Black Wolf walked over to Ji Wushuang.

His real name was Li Feng.

"We've examined the bodies," Li Feng said, his voice heavy.

"Most are civilians from the Walu tribe."

"The others are from the neighboring Kutu tribe."

"Initial assessment points to tribal conflict."

Ji Wushuang looked at the body of one of the raiders.

"Tribal conflicts use new M4 rifles?" Ji Wushuang asked.

"Their tactical coordination didn't seem like a ragtag mob."

Li Feng fell silent.

He had noticed it too.

These men's equipment and tactical discipline were too good.

They didn't seem like ordinary tribal militia.

More like... well-trained mercenaries.

"Nothing was left on-site that could prove their identity,"

Li Feng said.

"People from the Walu tribe say the Kutu tribe recently received a batch of mysterious weapon supplies."

"The supplier is untraceable."

"This matter is complicated. We will continue investigating."

Ji Wushuang asked no more.

She knew that without evidence, everything was just speculation.

But in her mind, she already had a vague direction.

To be able to quietly arm a tribal force here,

and meticulously erase all traces...

behind it, there must be a powerful faction.

Lu Qianqian walked over.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes were unusually calm.

She just watched everything quietly.

Watched the soldiers load cold bodies onto trucks.

Watched the surviving villagers search numbly through the rubble for their families.

An old man from the Walu tribe held his grandson's body and wept bitterly.

...

The next day.

On the ruins of the Walu tribe, Xia's peacekeeping forces set up a temporary mediation center.

Li Feng invited elders from the Walu tribe and the neighboring Kutu tribe, who had launched the attack, for talks.

The atmosphere in the mediation center was tense, like drawn bows.

The enmity between the two tribes ran deep.

This massacre had pushed the hatred to its peak.

The Walu elder denounced the other side's atrocities.

The Kutu elder argued that the Walu people had stolen their water source first.

Representatives from both tribes argued incessantly.

Lu Qianqian was on the other side, responsible for distributing relief supplies.

Food, medicine, clean drinking water.

Lu Qianqian was no longer just an observer.

She began trying to communicate with the women and children using the rudimentary local language she had learned from materials.

Her pronunciation was strange, but her smile and eyes were sincere.

The children weren't afraid of this outsider at all.

One little girl even tugged gently on her clothes.

She offered half of the biscuit she had just received to Lu Qianqian.

Looking into the little girl's eyes, still clear despite the suffering,

Lu Qianqian felt that everything she was doing was worthwhile.

Ji Wushuang stood not far away.

Her mission was to protect Lu Qianqian.

But her gaze remained fixed on a man among the Kutu tribe representatives.

That man was named Tarik.

He was the Kutu chieftain's brother.

Throughout the mediation process, he behaved with abnormal agitation.

He constantly incited hateful rhetoric.

Accused the Xia peacekeeping forces of being "hypocritical invaders."

His eyes burned with a fanatical, reckless fire.

Moreover, he kept glancing involuntarily in Lu Qianqian's direction.

His hand would subconsciously touch his waist and abdomen.

These were all extremely dangerous signals.