Chapter 226 Familiar

After a while, the footsteps came again in a hurry, and I smiled deeply. It seemed like things were going to work out.

I heard the sound of a lock being opened at the door. I stood by the door and pretended to have a stomachache.

Before the person could even come in, I continued my masterful performance, throwing a red plastic bucket through the crack in the door.

"Use this!"

After the big man finished speaking, he left without looking back.

I stared blankly at that bucket...

The toilet project failed.

I didn't know if there were any security cameras in the room, but I still endured the embarrassment and took off my pants to use the restroom.

He then picked up his pen again and began drawing a defense map that didn't actually exist.

What was that sound coming from inside just now?

A slightly sharp female voice came from the doorway.

My hand holding the pen paused slightly, then I continued drawing.

What does this have to do with me? We're all in cahoots. I might as well just keep drawing and wait for the base commander, Taozi, to come and rescue me.

"Reporting to Miss, it was a spy captured by the deputy base commander."

Although I was just doodling, I still managed to grasp the key point of the sentence: "Deputy Base Commander".

That arrogant and ruthless man was just a deputy base commander?

How dare he say that the Eagle Base is his?

After quickly sorting out my thoughts, I realized that the deputy base chief's statement that the Eagle Base belonged to him meant what?

This means that the deputy base commander is ambitious; he wants to get rid of the base commander and take control of the entire base.

The man just called the woman outside "Miss," so this "Miss" might be the daughter of the base commander.

If I quickly build a relationship with this young lady and explain the deputy base commander's ulterior motives, could I save my life?

However, she could also be the deputy director's daughter, so I should be cautious.

"He's always talking about spies, spies. Can't he just stay put? He's so troublesome."

The young lady's voice was very impatient, as if she loathed the deputy base commander.

Hearing her attitude, one could tell that she was more likely the daughter of the base commander.

Having confirmed this, I began my operation.

"Young Miss! Young Miss! I have something to say to you, please see me!"

I pounded on the door and shouted loudly outside.

There was silence outside for a few seconds, and my heart was in my throat.

If this young lady refuses to see me, and the deputy base commander finds out about my actions, it would be enough for him to kill me.

The young lady's commanding voice came from outside: "Open the door."

Hearing this, I was overjoyed.

"I cannot open the door without the deputy base commander's permission."

The big man's voice sounded very troubled.

The young lady's voice grew even more indignant: "Who's the boss at Eagle Base? Can you stop me with just one word from him?"

Looks like there's hope for today.

But this voice... why does it sound so familiar?

Another stern voice rang out: "Stop fooling around, go back to sleep."

Could that voice belong to the base commander?

"Oh dear, Dad!"

The young lady angrily called out "Dad!" and then there was no sound from outside.

"Young Miss! Young Miss!"

I shouted loudly a few times but there was no response from outside. It seems that the base commander has taken them away.

A burly man's voice drifted from the doorway: "Stop shouting, they're all gone."

It's disheartening to see someone leave, but there are more important things to do.

I said ingratiatingly to the outside, "Hey, bro, can we talk about something?"

"What's up?"

"Don't tell the deputy base commander what just happened, or if he finds out, we'll both be in big trouble. Not only will I get scolded, but you, as my guard, will also get scolded."

After pondering for a while, the big man said, "Hey, that makes some sense."

It seems the big man won't tell anyone, so I'm relieved.

I have a feeling that the young lady will come again.

Judging from her tone, she seemed like someone who was persistent and very curious.

But why does that voice sound so familiar?

Hmm~ Where have I heard this before?

I rack my brains but I can't remember it.

Just as I was about to sit down and rest for a while, someone else came to the door.

A stern voice came from outside the door: "Is the defense plan finished?"

My heart tightened, and I quickly replied, "Not yet, it's still a bit short. I need to think about it some more."

"Take it out first, the boss wants to see it, then we can continue drawing."

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a hand reached in from outside.

I really wanted to kick the door and break his hand, but I couldn't do that.

He picked up the fabricated defense map and handed it to the man.

The hand took the defense map, locked the door, and left.

Look, look, I drew a lot of landmines, soldiers, and weapons on it.

The deputy base commander will definitely be terrified by the combat power of the White Town base after seeing this.

He crouched in the corner wrapped in a blanket, closing his eyes to conserve his energy.

Now we can only wait.

Waiting for the young lady, waiting for the White Town base.

But before they arrived, that despicable deputy base commander appeared instead.

He opened the door and came in, abandoning all the fancy poses he had the first time. He went straight to the point and asked, "Is this picture real?"

I looked at him firmly and said, "The bag is real."

His gaze kept shifting between the blueprints and my face, muttering to himself, "They, you, are that amazing?"

I chuckled obsequiously, "Hehe, if you want, I can design one for you, as long as you don't kill me."

The man looked at my face, holding the paper, and hesitated.

He then casually tossed the paper aside, turned and left, leaving only the words, "Finish drawing this picture first."

I picked up the half-finished drawing I had made. Could it be that my messy doodles had fooled him?

I suddenly realized that even if no one saved me, I could still survive thanks to my excellent canvas defense skills.

He slowly drew a few more strokes on the drawing, then stopped and huddled in a corner.

Don't draw too fast; let this bamboo pole know how hard-won the defense map was.

I was crouching in the corner, half asleep, when I heard a sound coming from the doorway again.

How wonderful! While I'm in prison, I'm enjoying the lively atmosphere of a market.

"Open the door."

It's the young lady! I was overjoyed.

"Young Miss! You've finally arrived!"

I patted the iron gate and shouted loudly outside.

The burly man said in a muffled voice, "If I had known the young lady was coming, I wouldn't have kept it a secret for you."

The young lady's sharp voice rang out: "What nonsense are you spouting! Open the door!"

But then there was a dull thud, probably from the young lady kicking the big man.

The burly man opened the door reluctantly, muttering, "Miss, you can open the door, but you absolutely cannot take her away. If you take her away, I won't be able to live."

"Give it to me!"

Perhaps the young lady found the big man too slow, and it sounded as if she had snatched the keys and lock from his hands.

The door opened, and I gave the young lady my most innocent expression.

I must make a good impression on her.

The crack in the door widened until their eyes met.

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