Chapter 351: Just Follow the Boss and It

5:30 a. m.

Su Ming swept the old community house inside and out until it was spotless.

He then took photos of the whole house.

Next time he'll come again, making it easier to spot differences.

Huochai Ge was quiet from start to finish, as if dead.

Su Ming didn't bother to turn on his mic.

This ten‑thousand‑year‑old imp has slunk into this state; even a sheer cliff can't kill it, so there's no need to worry.

A layer of grimy fish‑belly white spread across the horizon.

Sunlight was torn by heavy dark clouds, speckling the street unevenly.

It was lifeless, like a moldy, torn rag.

6 a. m.

6:30 a. m.

7 a. m.

His pocket phone vibrated.

The number wasn't saved; its location is Jingcheng.

"Hello, Mr. Su. I am the accompanying officer for this mission, code name 【Zhi He】."

"The car is downstairs, a black off‑road vehicle, license plate ending 739."

The voice was crisp, bearing restraint and respect beneath professional competence.

"Right away."

Su Ming hung up, locked the door, and went downstairs.

Get in!

In the driver's seat sat a young man with a crew‑cut.

He wore pure‑black combat gear, a gray combat jacket, and his waist was bulging.

"Mr. Su."

The young man was deferential, glancing at Su Ming but not daring to stare.

"Take a detour first."

Su Ming buckled his seatbelt.

"Head to Happiness Outer Community, Building No. 7 in the East District."

Zhi He was startled.

The mission orders were written crystal‑clear—

Su Ming would go alone, heading straight for Chang'an.

It didn't mention picking anyone up en route, right?

"Copy that."

After a brief weighing, Zhi He decisively floored the accelerator.

It was discipline, and also a will to survive.

The boss's arrangement left no room for him to point fingers.

Shut up, steer, and that's it!

After a dozen minutes, the car stopped at the community gate.

Zhao Gang was already standing at the unit gate with Zhao Xinghe.

One adult, one child.

Zhao Gang wore an old T‑shirt faded white from washing, with dark‑blue circles under his eyes.

It was clear he had pulled an all‑night.

Zhao Xinghe, however, was full of spirit, wearing a cream‑colored small combat jacket and a pink backpack.

The two crooked little braids on her head were obviously the clumsy handiwork of her old father.

Su Ming pushed open the car door and walked over.

Zhao Gang opened his mouth, his throat feeling like a stone was stuck.

"Mr. Su."

His waist was bent low, and his eyes were blood‑shot.

Behind him, Zhao Gang's wife leaned against the unit door frame.

She clutched the pink backpack straps tightly, her eyes reddened.

She squatted and lifted the backpack straps upward again.

A few sets of change‑clothes and the little girl's favorite snacks were all stuffed inside.

Eventually she couldn't hold back the tears, drip drip falling down.

Zhao Xinghe didn't cry.

Instead she reached out her small hand and gently wiped her mother's tears.

"Mommy, don't cry."

"I'm going with brother to fight the bad guys, and we'll come back to see Mom!"

Zhao Gang took a deep breath.

He squatted, his rough large hand pressing on his daughter's shoulder.

When we get there, listen to brother's words.

Do not run around recklessly.

If you miss dad and mom… bear it, we'll talk when we get back.

Zhao Xinghe nodded forcefully.

Dad, don't worry!

Let's go.

After a brief farewell, Su Ming opened the car door and took Zhao Xinghe to the back seat.

Zhi He glanced through the rearview mirror.

Su Ming sat on the left, propping his chin with one hand, looking out the window.

On the right, a five‑ or six‑year‑old little girl clutched a pink backpack, wobbling her two short legs that couldn't quite reach the ground.

Zhi He moved his lips slightly, silently swallowed a few big gulps, and didn't dare to utter a sound.

The car merged onto the highway.

Outside the window, the scenery switched rapidly from city buildings to a gray‑washed wilderness with occasional villages flashing by.

The traffic was excellent, with almost no cars.

I don't know if it's because it's too early.

Or perhaps most people no longer dare to travel far casually.

But Zhi He's frequency of checking the rearview mirror visibly increased.

Not long after, the little girl's head began to feel drowsy bit by bit.

She slumped, leaning directly against Su Ming's arm.

Su Ming gently straightened her little head, finding a comfortable angle to rest it, his movements tender.

Now, Zhi He really couldn't hold back.

"Mr. Su."

"Hmm."

"Our mission destination… the water's a bit deep."

Zhi He chose his words carefully, his voice tightly strained.

"Is this little girl your relative?"

"Is she being sent somewhere? Or should we find a safe house midway, and I can arrange proper placement for you?"

"Placement?"

Su Ming tore open a bag of chips Zhao Xinghe had brought with one hand, tossed a piece into his mouth, and chewed it crispily.

"No placement."

Zhi He was stunned.

"She'll go in with me."

"Enter… enter?"

"Enter the First Emperor's Tomb."

Squeak—!

The off‑road tires gripped the asphalt hard, causing the vehicle body to jolt slightly.

Zhi He quickly steadied the steering wheel.

He didn't mishear, right?

Enter the First Emperor's Tomb?!

Bring a little girl who still looks like she's in elementary school?!

That's a tomb that houses the ancient emperor, a raging place of vengeful, berserk death!

Even the elite of the Investigation Bureau, once inside, face a one‑in‑nine chance of survival; who knows how many layers of skin they'd have to shed…

Sir, are you just sightseeing at an amusement park?!

Zhi He's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

He opened his mouth.

But in the end, thousands of words got stuck in his throat.

Who is Mr. Su?

The pinnacle of global military power.

A ruthless figure who can hold the nation's gate alone!

In the worldwide live broadcast, billions watched him kill Jiu Tun with a single shot, a perverse monster who also trampled two demon emperors to death!

Can the decisions of this walking, humanoid nuclear bomb be comprehended by ordinary people?

In Zhi He's mind, the Dihua Mode was crazily activated.

This little girl looks harmless to both people and beasts…

She might be the reincarnation of some thousand‑year‑old demon, terrifying as that!

After all, there was already a live broadcast featuring Magu, who looked like a decorative vase but was explosively fierce!

In other words.

Even if Mr. Su is bringing a sacrificial offering.

Someone of his rank has no authority to intervene.

In the big boss's world, what right does a driver have to speak up?

"Understood."

Zhi He: Observe the eyes, observe the nose, observe the heart, and brings out all the professional skills of their whole life.

One foot on the throttle, the car's speed surged again!

Just follow the big shot and that's all!

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