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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
