Chapter 39 Don't alert the enemy.

Su Meng ran back and rushed up to the second floor in one breath.

Pushing open the door, I glanced up and saw the "Study" plaque hanging on the door frame, and was slightly surprised.

Did the space automatically move the plaque she wrote up here?

Will the things from the study also be moved up here?

With a mix of curiosity and excitement, I pushed open the door and peeked inside.

Whew!

I never imagined that a water-repelling bead could be so powerful. It not only expanded the space but also moved the study up there on its own.

The study is roughly the size of the original two rooms, which should be enough to hold all the books and historical anecdotes we brought back this time.

Another room on the second floor has a sign that reads "Rest Room".

The first floor was transformed into a kitchen that was three times larger.

The harvested vegetables were piled up in one corner of the kitchen.

After Su Meng had eaten and drunk her fill, she harvested the vegetables in the field again and then began to organize the books.

To my surprise, the books I received this time included not only traditional Chinese medicine books but also some classic Chinese literature.

She also had the advanced theoretical knowledge of mechanical manufacturing from Western universities that she had dreamed of during her studies abroad.

This knowledge is at a level that these people with Asian faces usually cannot access.

Overjoyed, she brought out the stack of books, and just as she was about to sit down on the floor, she immediately began to read them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the books at the bottom of the box and was so startled that I almost fell headfirst into the pile of books.

Those ten books were all foreign language versions of books about firearms and equipment, which were introduced in great detail, from the principles of construction and manufacturing of parts to assembly and bullets.

She knew these books weren't from China.

It must have been that the little notebook traveled through special channels to get here and then back.

hehe!

Unexpectedly, this benefited her.

Su Meng took out the sniper rifle she had obtained.

She compared it to the parts in the book and was able to disassemble and reassemble it, albeit clumsily, very quickly.

This Type 97 sniper rifle, in terms of its design, accuracy, and range, is ultimately far too outdated compared to the descriptions in the book.

She wants to modify it again.

I'm itching to assemble one of those advanced firearms described in the book.

But even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice. All she had were two stolen sniper rifles and three old pistols, which were far from enough to support her dreams.

With this in mind, Su Meng focused on her studies. She was not content with only knowing superficial skills; she wanted to learn more about firearms and equipment.

If you don't have enough firepower, make up for it with guns.

This is what has touched her most deeply these past few days.

What she didn't realize was that the box she intercepted contained gun parts.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a commotion outside the space made her frown repeatedly.

"Quick! He ran in this direction."

After a series of hurried footsteps, there was a deathly silence.

Su Meng rubbed her temples, turning her attention back to the present.

Before I could finish reading a single line, I heard someone outside speaking in a low voice.

"They're gone! Brother Chen, are we safe now?"

"You bitch, you almost killed me! Get out!"

"You set fire to the warehouse and ran away alone, and then blamed me for following you. Shen Wuyang, do you think I don't know that you're the one who brought this disaster upon us? You've ruined us all, why didn't you say anything?"

"Shut up! Do you have a death wish?"

"So, are you going to take me with you or not? You promised you'd take me to Hong Kong. I don't care, I'm going."

......

Su Meng looked at the man and woman crouching in the grass outside the space with a mocking smile.

She said their voices sounded so familiar, and it turned out they were Shen Wuyang and the daughter of the village chief of Luo Village.

They were actually... a couple!

Haha! So Shen Wuyang had planned to go to Hong Kong all along.

Su Meng took out a gun.

Then he thought that since he had all the Su family's wealth in his hands, he was in no hurry to send Shen Wuyang to hell.

She wanted to see how Shen Wuyang would react when he didn't receive the supplies.

I'm even more curious to see just who this all-powerful Shen Wuyang really is.

"We're going to Hong Kong starting from scratch, and we might even end up homeless. Are you really willing to do that?"

“Yes! I won’t let you end up on the streets. I have money; I brought money from home and the hotel.”

I also contacted Mr. Nakata; he will take us there.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wuyang's expression changed drastically, and his voice unconsciously rose a little, "You know Mr. Nakata? That guy from Japan?"

The woman, completely oblivious to the flaw in Shen Wuyang's words, nodded proudly, "Yes, yes! I've paved the way. Brother Shen, you mustn't let her down."

Su Meng gritted her teeth inwardly. The villagers of this small fishing village actually had connections with the little notebook.

They've only enjoyed a few years of peace and comfort, yet they've already forgotten the lessons of being enslaved and tortured.

However, Shen Wuyang's words surprised her.

"Don't even think about it. Mr. Nakata has already run away. Otherwise, I wouldn't have burned down the warehouse and faked my death."

"......"

It turns out they were all heartless villains.

This is intolerable!

Su Meng cocked her gun and was about to jump out of the space.

Suddenly, several birds called from the woods on the left.

Shen Wuyang exclaimed in surprise, "They're here!"

He took off running into the woods.

The woman in white followed closely behind.

Su Meng, carrying a gun, quietly followed them.

All that could be heard was Shen Wuyang speaking to someone in the language of the country of small notebooks.

"My ship turned around? Impossible! Where is Mr. Nakata? I need to ask him what he means."

The man stood in the darkness, his face obscured. He said in a low voice, "Want to see Mr. Nakata? Come with me."

Then they walked a little further away, and their voices became somewhat muffled.

Su Meng didn't hear what they were saying and didn't want to listen anymore.

Eliminating notebooks and traitors is everyone's responsibility!

She raised the gun and aimed it at the notebook.

"Three, two..."

Before she could even finish counting the "one", someone grabbed her wrist.

Su Meng was so frightened that she almost jumped up and screamed.

"It's me!"

Huo Zhenhua covered her mouth and spoke close to her ear.

Sensing her trembling, he sighed, but his voice trailed off with a hint of amusement.

"What are you doing?" she roared at the man, suppressing her anger.

"Don't alert them! Nakata has escaped."

He withdrew his hand, instinctively clenching the warmth and moisture left by the small mouth in his palm, his heartstrings trembling.

In an instant, he regained his composure.

"And then what? You just left them alone?" Startled, Su Meng didn't realize for a moment that she was pressed against the man's chest, and asked unhappily.

"Follow me!" Regardless of Su Meng's wishes, he forcefully grabbed the sniper rifle and pulled her by the collar with one hand.

Su Meng glared angrily, wanting to snatch it and struggle, but remembering the advice not to alert the enemy, she forcibly restrained herself.

"Let me go."

"It's dark and the roads are bad, so it's easy to get lost."

Su Meng: "......"

Wow!

That damn stinky man!

He always grabs her by the collar; is he treating her like a kitten or puppy?

She angrily slapped him.

The next second, I was thrust into a warm, dry palm.

Su Meng was stunned!

I'm dumbfounded!

I was stunned!

What a coincidence!

"open!"

"Stop fooling around!"

That old lecher, he's trying to take advantage of me!

But I have to say, being led by him makes me feel much safer, as if my soul, which had just been frightened away, has returned to its place in peace, and I feel completely relaxed.

Huo Zhenhua walked steadily and breathed calmly, but his ears felt as hot as if they were being roasted.

I felt a peace and tranquility I had never experienced before. Holding her hand seemed like a natural thing, just like holding my own left hand with my right.

But the thought of Su Meng coincidentally appearing at his mission locations every time filled him with inexplicable irritation and turmoil.

He didn't want to be wary of her, but as a soldier, he had to keep a clear head and be alert to everything and everyone that might be around.

Wang Qinglin, who was hiding in the shadows, saw Huo Zhenhua returning with a gun. Just as he was about to peek out, he saw that there was another person behind him.

There seems to be a dark "bridge" between them.

They actually held hands?

The cycad is blooming?

Wang Qinglin silently continued to remain hidden, even slowing his breathing.

"Wang Qinglin, follow them!"

Upon hearing Huo Zhenhua's order.

Wang Qinglin emerged, grinned at Su Meng, and then moved ghost-like toward Shen Wuyang.

At this moment, they were about twenty meters away from Shen Wuyang.

Su Meng reached out to him with a self-righteous air, "Give me back my gun."

Huo Zhenhua leaned against the tree, speaking in a calm voice: "Is this the sniper rifle from the Little Notebook? You should memorize the gun control regulations first before talking to me about anything else."

Su Meng: "......"