Chapter 115: Guaishou: The Soldier Searching for a Woman

Outside the window, only a few scattered patrolling soldiers were maintaining basic order here. Everyone else had already been deployed; 99% of the military vehicles in the parking lot were empty.

Lu Yue lay against the windowsill, gazing out, the white mist from her breath blurring on the glass before dissipating.

Suddenly, a hand in a tactical glove rested on her shoulder!

Lu Yue was startled and hurriedly turned around, only to see Ding Mo dressed in a military uniform.

He stood blankly in the indoor shadows, like a malevolent ghost.

"!! You're back!" Lu Yue's face was full of surprise.

"Ah, I'm back." Ding Mo took a step forward, emerging from the shadows. He looked at her, but his expression seemed somewhat dazed.

How... did I get in just now?

Just as the two met, at the base's outer gate, two soldiers held smoking gun barrels, staring with suspicion and uncertainty at the man in a long dress on the ground.

The man lay on the ground, large amounts of blood flowing from the bullet holes in his body; it was clear he had been dead for a while.

"Hello? Guard post, please report the situation. Why did you open fire suddenly?"

"... Report, a madman wearing ritual attire attempted to break into the base; the brothers had no choice but to shoot him dead!"

"We are currently investigating his Identity!"

Ding Mo didn't even know why he had come here; he only felt as if he had arranged it earlier—to return here after leaving the Hotel to help the little girl in front of him.

"Follow me, most of those men in green have left, there are very few people here now! I'll take you to find my mom!"

Although Lu Yue felt Ding Mo was a bit strange and different from before.

But with such a good opportunity, she couldn't afford to dwell on it, and as she spoke, she took Ding Mo's hand and left the tea room.

The two wandered around the base and soon arrived in front of a facility. Lu Yue looked from afar at the few soldiers guarding the gate and nodded to the slightly bewildered Ding Mo.

Seeing this, Ding Mo adjusted his military cap, emerged from the corner where they were hiding, and walked straight toward the guard post.

This left Lu Yue, who was behind him, stunned. But based on her trust in him, Lu Yue hesitated for a moment and did not stop him, instead watching helplessly as Ding Mo approached.

What would he do?

At this time, as certain forces faded, the sky had cleared, and the fierce afternoon sun scorched the earth.

Ding Mo just walked over in the bright sun, openly and honestly, and began to talk to the guarding soldiers.

"Hello, I need to go in and find a woman," he said to the two cold-faced soldiers.

Then, Lu Yue saw the two soldiers exchange glances, and after chatting with him for a few more sentences, one of them suddenly smashed a rifle butt into Ding Mo's neck.

Ding Mo's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Lu Yue was completely stunned, but when she saw the two soldiers carry the unconscious Ding Mo inside, she couldn't help but blink in shock.

"S-so, this is how it's done... H-how amazing..."

The girl shrank back into the corner in shock and began to wait patiently.

A moment later.

Ding Mo woke up, looking around in bewilderment.

He blinked, struggling to adapt to the faint light filtering through the iron window, and discovered he was tied to a wooden chair with rough hemp rope, his wrists and ankles firmly secured.

"No, why are these men in green so mean? I was talking to them nicely, and they actually locked me up?" Ding Mo was very angry and tried to move his restrained limbs.

But soon, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the cell door!

Clang!

The iron door slammed open, and several fully armed soldiers rushed in!

"I'll only give you one chance to answer!" The soldier who looked like an officer pointed his gun at Ding Mo and gritted his teeth:

"Who are you!?"

The tone contained a threat, but deep in the officer's eyes, terror was hidden!

The reason was simple: as the Temporary Commander of the base garrison, he had already seen this face of Ding Mo in the command center just now.

That's right, it was exactly the same as that dead guy at the gate! The officer knew a little about the situation on the front lines and this Task.

That group of Guaishou, could it be they hadn't retreated completely?

"Speak!" Thinking of how many comrades had died because of this, the officer was quite agitated, pressing the gun barrel against Ding Mo's forehead and shouting!

"My name is... Ding Mo." Ding Mo looked at the scene around him, but he always felt it was somewhat familiar.

"Typewriter... Processing Bureau... Polluter..." Several special terms began to pop up in his mind.

The image of being pointed at by guns held by a dozen men in black in that room back then surfaced in his mind!

Ding Mo's pupils suddenly constricted!

"Your Identity..." The officer was just about to continue questioning when he suddenly noticed this.

!! Watching the man whose pupils had constricted to the size of needle points, revealing large whites of his eyes, he was startled and subconsciously pulled the trigger!

Bang!

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" The officer panted, swallowing his saliva, his arm holding the gun trembling slightly.

The pungent smell of gunpowder rushed into his nose; looking at the dead Ding Mo, he couldn't help but recall that battle from ten years ago.

At that time, he was only a squad leader. And that battle not only killed all his teammates but also left him with PTSD. That was why he retreated to the second line, ruining a military career that had once held hope for promotion to Squadron Leader.

He didn't expect that even after retreating to the second line, he still couldn't escape the shadow of these Guaishou.

The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, then followed the officer out of the cell.

Having someone deal with the corpse, the officer walked down the corridor alone, calming his mood. However, he always felt something was wrong in his heart.

Hadn't this guy already been shot dead at the gate? Why was he here now? If it wasn't the same person, were they twins?

The officer felt increasingly that something was wrong; he turned, walked around the corner, and was about to go back to re-verify the corpse at the gate.

At this moment, a soldier walked toward him.

The officer subconsciously glanced at him, but that single glance alone left him completely frozen in place.

His figure became like a sculpture, as if he had been struck by a immobilization spell in an instant.

Ding Mo glanced at him, nodded in greeting, and then suddenly asked:

"Have you seen a woman here? Someone around 30-something years old, she should be relatively thin..."

Ding Mo's words suddenly came to an abrupt halt, because he saw with surprise that the man before him, while wearing a look of terror, drew the handgun from his waist,

and aimed it at him.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Even after emptying the magazine, the officer kept pulling the trigger, only coming to his senses a moment later.

When he looked at the figure lying on the ground, dense beads of cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead!

This sudden sound of gunfire seemed to trigger a commotion, with screams rising one after another in the building.

The officer took a deep breath, and while struggling to calm down, he took out his walkie-talkie and roared:

"Issue a Red Alert immediately! A Guaishou has infiltrated..."

But his words were cut short before he could finish.

The officer's body rippled and twisted like water, and another face grew out from his own...

In a completely sealed steel room, a middle-aged woman sat on a chair with her eyes closed to rest, while also trying her best to calm her mind and enjoy her final moments of life.

Just then, a gunshot rang out, followed by exclamations, shouts, and the sound of alarms suddenly blaring!

"What happened?" The middle-aged woman was somewhat puzzled, but that was all.

The Task was over, and she was about to be executed, so how could she care about anything else?

And in this moment of chaos, a petite figure also managed to sneak in.