Chapter 693: Night Raid on the Armory

The two of them lay side by side, their breathing gradually steadying.

Sweat had soaked a dark patch into the bedsheets, and the air was filled with a languid and intimate atmosphere, as if even time itself had slowed down.

He Yuzhu turned on his side, looking at Liu Rusi's profile.

"Sister, do you regret marrying me?"

Liu Rusi did not make a sound.

After a moment of silence, she rested her head against his chest and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly ask that?"

"After I go back this time, it might be a few years before I can come back to see you." He Yuzhu paused. "Do you really not resent me? Our life together can't even compare to the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl—at least they have their golden wind and jade dew meeting, and they can still see each other once a year. What about us? We only see each other every few years."

As he spoke, his voice grew lower.

"Why don't you come back with me? I will speak to the Ministry myself."

Liu Rusi did not respond.

She seemed to be seriously pondering this matter, and after a long while, she sighed softly: "A person's fate is perhaps destined in the dark. We are actually very different people; I don't know how we ended up together. After all these years, I've gotten used to it."

She paused for a moment.

"Perhaps, when the reform and opening up you mentioned happens, I will return to Beijing to settle down. By then, I should be retired too."

He Yuzhu looked at her, and a complex feeling welled up in his heart—sourness, reluctance to part, and a deep sense of admiration.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

Early the next morning, when He Yuzhu woke up, Liu Rusi was already gone.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked out the window—the sky was just beginning to brighten, with a fish-belly white tint in the east.

After getting dressed and going downstairs, he saw the kitchen light was on.

Liu Rusi was standing in front of the stove, wearing a floral apron, busy preparing breakfast. Her movements were efficient, and before long, she brought three Western-style breakfasts to the table.

He Mu was already sitting at the dining table, with a glass of milk, four slices of toast, two sausages, a small bowl of beans, and a fried egg in front of him.

"Morning, Dad." He Mu looked up.

"Morning. You eat this in the morning?" He Yuzhu asked.

He Mu nodded: "Mom said that in Si Jiu Cheng, people drink mung bean milk and eat fried dough rings in the morning. Is that true?"

"It is. They also eat steamed buns, tofu pudding, deep-fried dough sticks, and so on, but most people drink porridge now."

"I know you make the best century egg porridge." Liu Rusi walked over with a bowl of porridge and set it in front of him. "But I don't have any century eggs, so you'll have to make do."

He Yuzhu picked up the bowl, took a sip, and said, "Once I finish my work, I'll make you the most authentic breakfast."

"Mom said you are amazing at cooking, so don't bother with breakfast—how about making a big feast instead?" He Mu looked at him with anticipation, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the home was exceptionally warm.

"No problem, I'll make you a big feast in a few days!" He Yuzhu promised, patting his chest.

Liu Rusi watched as He Mu was sent off to school by two Bodyguards, then said indifferently: "Are you coming back tonight?"

He Yuzhu nodded: "If I do, it will be in the middle of the night. Don't wait for me; I'll just sleep in the living room."

Liu Rusi gave an "mm" and didn't ask further.

After finishing breakfast, He Yuzhu went out.

He didn't drive himself; he hailed a taxi, gave an address, and leaned back against the seat to close his eyes and rest.

The taxi drove through the streets and alleys of Hong Kong for over half an hour, finally stopping at an intersection near Shoushan.

He Yuzhu got out, paid the fare, and stood by the roadside, looking around.

He was all too familiar with the Shoushan area.

After so many years, the surrounding environment hadn't changed much.

He walked along a small path into the mountains, walked for about twenty minutes, and stopped on a hillside.

Looking down from here, he could see the armory in the distance.

The gate was tightly shut, and several soldiers with live ammunition stood at the entrance.

The perimeter wall was strung with electric fencing, and there was a guard post every few dozen meters with someone on duty inside.

He Yuzhu crouched behind a bush.

He stayed crouched there for the entire day.

He discovered that this armory was much busier than the last time he came; military vehicles entering and exiting the gate were almost constant, with vehicles coming and going every twenty minutes on average.

Some were trucks delivering supplies; some were Jeeps with officers coming and going; occasionally, armored vehicles would drive by, their "rumbling" sounds making the ground tremble slightly.

The sky darkened; it was the perfect time to act.

When He Yuzhu came down the mountain, he had changed into dark clothes and blackened his face.

After waiting for about half an hour, the opportunity arrived.

A military truck drove over from the distance, its headlights cutting two snowy-white beams through the darkness.

The sound of the engine grew closer; He Yuzhu crouched low in the roadside grass, holding his breath.

As the truck passed by him, two soldiers sat in the cab chatting; neither noticed the person hiding in the grass by the road.

The truck turned, and its speed slowed down.

He Yuzhu seized the opportunity, lunged out from the grass, silently climbed onto the back of the truck, flipped over the tailgate, and burrowed under the canvas, disappearing in an instant.

The vehicle carried him directly into the interior of the armory.

This armory was built against the mountain and was a semi-underground structure.

After the soldiers moved a batch of firearms and ammunition away, He Yuzhu did not head back out.

The gate slowly closed.

He Yuzhu began to wander around the armory.

It was piled full of various types of new firearms and ammunition.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do—with a wave of his hand, he swept away all the weapons inside.

Afterwards, he utilized the space's tunneling ability, consuming one hundred kilograms of gold to clear a passage, only then emerging from this armory.

After coming out, he was in no rush to find the Warehouse storing the High Explosive, instead intending to first deal with the few dogs nearby, as he had already heard barking that seemed to be directed right at him.

This time, He Yuzhu did not want to alert anyone; he did not want to startle the snake by beating the grass.

Over these years, a saying had constantly circulated in Hong Kong: once a bank or armory was robbed, it meant someone possessing special abilities had arrived, and everyone had to be extra careful.

Only after He Yuzhu put away the three dogs did he feel a bit more at ease. He activated the detection function and began searching for the Warehouse storing the High-explosive Explosives.

After some searching, he finally found the target in the Northeast corner, with several people standing guard outside.

He Yuzhu did not intend to force his way in from the front; tunneling directly inside was more convenient.

He walked to the side of the armory—this area was basically right against the mountain.

He Yuzhu paid the system another one hundred kilograms of gold and tunneled an opening directly from the mountain.

After the Cave was cleared, he walked into the Warehouse with great composure.

The space inside was not large, only a few dozen square meters, with over a dozen large iron cabinets placed along the stone walls, each bearing a warning label in English that read "High-explosive Explosives."

With a wave of his hand, he collected this entire batch of military High Explosive into his space.

When he emerged from the opening, the guards outside were already leaning back in their chairs, drowsy.

But just at this moment, a bark suddenly rang out, instantly waking the guards.

A ferocious German Shepherd lunged straight toward He Yuzhu.