My girlfriend found me again.
She snatched the bottle of alcohol from my hands, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Why do you have to torture yourself like this?"
I looked at her face, and a vivid image flashed through my mind—her being yanked by her hair and dragged out of the subway. I couldn't forgive myself.
She wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes.
"Yu Sheng, I don't blame you."
"I don't blame you for not being able to protect me."
"I know your mission is important."
"But you can't treat yourself this way."
The more she spoke, the heavier my guilt became.
I'm sorry, my girlfriend. I failed to protect you. I let you suffer such humiliation in the subway.
I tilted my head back to the sky, fighting back the tears.
She rested her head on my shoulder.
I held her close, inhaling her fragrance and feeling her warmth.
In that moment, I loathed myself more than ever. Why couldn't I have saved her sooner? I could only watch helplessly as she was taken away.
I had received a report from the cyber police about a group of dangerous foreign IPs inducing risky behavior online.
We quickly received a report that a member of the organization had been arrested for stealing chemical substances. The captain realized that things were not simple and ordered me to go undercover again, determined to uncover the mastermind behind it all.
I disguised myself online as a narrow-minded Chemistry Whiz, venting my frustrations by cursing those classmates who came from wealthier families. I dreamed of taking revenge on them. It didn't take long for the organization to find me. After passing through layers of tests, I finally got closer to this dark organization.
Although I couldn't access the core information, I overheard them mention public places, Instant Fame, and explosives. I sensed that something was amiss and immediately relayed the intelligence to my superiors. Upon learning about their bomb plan, I rushed to the train compartment and coordinated with the subway staff to evacuate the crowd.
However, the Control Room discovered that one train compartment's door control had malfunctioned, trapping several passengers inside. I realized that the bomb was in that compartment. Without hesitation, I smashed a window and entered the train car.
If the bomb was on a timer, I needed to cut off the trigger Circuit. As the next station approached, I located the bomb. The train gradually came to a stop, and the Rescue Team followed closely behind. I successfully disarmed the bomb and watched as the passengers quickly evacuated.
Suddenly, I heard a clicking sound. I realized it was a secondary timer—time was running out! There was no time to think; I grabbed the bomb and ran in the opposite direction of the crowd. At the last moment, I hurled the bomb away from everyone.
The bomb exploded, and everything went black.
My case was successfully solved, and all the criminals were apprehended. The captain personally brought the surveillance footage from the subway on the day of the explosion. I watched as my wife entered the adjacent car.
In a panic, she pounded on the glass of that car while running out with the bomb in her arms, desperately trying to follow me. I recalled that incident vividly. I saved many people, but I couldn't save my wife.
This time, I succeeded; I saved everyone, including my wife and daughter. Just before the bomb exploded, I heard a familiar voice. I saw my wife's anxious face as she desperately banged on the glass of the neighboring car. Unfortunately, there was only a thin layer separating us, and we couldn't save each other.
Fortunately, I succeeded; I saved everyone, including my wife. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my wife. Her face was filled with worry, but when she saw me, a smile broke across her face. She hugged me tightly and said, "Thank goodness you're okay."
I knew I owed her so much, but I couldn't always guarantee success. Yet, by some grace of fate, I succeeded this time.
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