The summer afternoon sun carried a scorching heat, baking the asphalt road like freshly baked pancakes.
On the cracked ground lay a dozen fully armed corpses scattered haphazardly. Qin Yaru kicked a damaged vehicle that could no longer move, crouched down, and hid between two tall armored cars. She shifted her black high-heeled leather boots, where thick red blood clung to the soles. Even though she was accustomed to seeing corpses, she couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous.
Bullets rained down from all directions, and the deafening sound of explosions sent shards of stone flying.
"I am a technician!"
Qin Yaru gasped as she groaned, half-sitting on the ground. Her floral vintage dress dragged on the ground, already in tatters. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of her, offering a dirty handkerchief. Qin Yaru sighed and took it, pressing it against the wound on her arm. She was quite skilled at handling external injuries; with just that press, the previously gushing blood stopped flowing.
The man who had been protecting her tossed aside his spent firearm and sat down next to her, leaning against her shoulder. A rarely seen pain appeared on his usually cold face, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Qin Yaru, I'm sorry."
Qin Yaru was taken aback. She brushed her slightly messy hair with her hand. She wasn't very tall, only about five feet two inches, giving her a delicate appearance. Even covered in blood and dirt, looking so disheveled, she still possessed extraordinary beauty.
Hearing the man's words at that moment, she raised her face and revealed an expression that was both gritted teeth and fierce like an angry cat: "What are you apologizing for? This is all my own doing!"
Even in such dire circumstances, when the man saw Qin Yaru's bright eyes and charming face, he couldn't help but smile. He adored this woman who usually appeared gentle and virtuous like an ancient lady but occasionally showed sharp fangs beneath her soft exterior.
Feeling embarrassed under his gaze, Qin Yaru raised her hand and lowered her head to touch her bloodied forehead, mumbling, "In this hail of bullets, my makeup is a mess; I can't be blamed... Actually, your newly developed gear is not as good as the old bulletproof vests; at least I didn't have to worry about energy depletion."
Gao Feng had given his protective suit to Qin Yaru at the first sign of the attack. Unfortunately, this assault came so suddenly that what he had brought was merely an immature prototype; its energy had long been exhausted, significantly reducing its protective effect. At most, it could only defend against stabbings and was indeed less effective than the old bulky bulletproof vests.
Qin Yaru gritted her teeth, her cheeks burning with pain. She looked around, trying to find a way out, but the experimental first-generation smart brain equipped on her protective suit was truly unhelpful. At this moment, the satellite navigation showed no signs of life; clearly, their opponent's jamming equipment was more advanced.
Gao Feng's gaze followed Qin Yaru's long, fair fingers as it slid to her face. Her jaw was bruised, her lips cracked, and she reeked of gun oil and gunpowder. She had always cared about her appearance, and it must have been extremely uncomfortable for her now.
The sound of explosions grew closer, the ground was steaming, and the heat was suffocating; it was becoming increasingly difficult to hear anything.
He pulled Qin Yaru into his arms and suddenly laughed, "If we could go back ten years, I would definitely grab you and marry you the first time we met. That way, we wouldn't end up not being a family even in death."
Qin Yaru stared at him in disbelief: "I thought you would definitely let me go and never harm anyone again."
Gao Feng's eyes sparkled: "In the next life or the one after that, don't even think about it!"
Qin Yaru was speechless and could only sigh in acknowledgment. In their youth, after graduation, she had turned down the forensic job her mentor had introduced her to and recklessly followed this man. She had gone through everything with him—climbing mountains and crossing seas—now that she thought about it, she had done things that other women would never dare to dream of.
As a woman who couldn't even tie a chicken's legs, she had once followed him into dangerous situations, moving freely amidst the most powerful army in a country. She had piloted fighter jets soaring through the sky and boarded warships on expeditions to the North Sea, killing pirates more ferocious than tigers.
What should have been the most romantic proposal journey turned out to be a trip to Shennongjia, where she had to wrestle with a bear that was as tall as a person and poke a hornet's nest, causing countless hornets to chase them for miles. She lost the engagement ring and ended up bloodied; naturally, he didn't manage to propose!
One shouldn't be too greedy; for everything gained, something must be lost. Qin Yaru couldn't help but smile. Even now, she did not regret meeting this man!
The footsteps of enemies grew closer.
Gao Feng shielded Qin Yaru in front of him, pulled out two grenades, tightened his grip, raised an eyebrow with a smile, and said, "Don't you love watching those popular time-travel shows? Everything here might actually be real... Who knows? We might not die and could get a free time travel experience like those predecessors!"
Qin Yaru chuckled, "Then I definitely need to collect a bunch of famous calligraphy and paintings. If I can bring them back, I would make a fortune. Last month, I bought a piece from the Ming Dynasty, and it wasn't even by a well-known figure. I spent eighty thousand, and it made my aunt ignore me for half a month!"
Gao Feng laughed heartily, "You haven't learned anything good from following me; instead, you've picked up this pretentiousness!"
"Who exactly is learning from whom?" Qin Yaru scoffed.
A loud explosion rang out.
The man knocked Qin Yaru down, his eyes smiling as he said, "No matter where you are, I will find you. If not in this life, then in the next... Don't be afraid."
Qin Yaru was taken aback, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she whispered, "Actually, I have a secret I've never told you. In my last life..."
Boom! The explosion echoed, and flames danced like a grand and splendid firework display!
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