Both of them noticed that the third road was different from the first two, as it was longer and wider.

As An Moxue walked, she suddenly stopped, looked at Xu Qingfeng, and asked, "Captain, don't you feel more and more uneasy as we walk forward? I'm a little scared, it's not good."

“You have it too? I thought I was just overthinking things!” Xu Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then said, “Hummingbird, remember, if there’s danger, protect yourself without hesitation. Let’s get our weapons ready first.”

As they spoke, the two men took out their weapons and placed them in their usual positions.

Xu Qingfeng's eyes widened as he looked at the weapons on An Moxue's body.

Xu Qingfeng asked in surprise, "Is your belt a soft whip?"

"Yes, I just rarely use it. I feel more at ease taking it out now."

"Where did you get this Mo Dao? It's obviously no ordinary weapon." Few men dislike a cold weapon that can cut hair like mud; just thinking about it is exciting.

"It's an heirloom, so what? Is that alright?" An Moxue asked, gently stroking the knife.

"It looks like a good knife."

Then he saw her take out a box from her backpack and hand it to Xu Qingfeng. She then took out another box for herself. Before Xu Qingfeng could even open the box, she had already opened it and started installing it.

"The latest submachine gun! Great!" Xu Qingfeng opened the box and saw the gun parts inside. He quickly began to assemble them. There was also a large box of bullets inside.

"No wonder you always carry these with you. They're quite heavy. Impressive! You even brought these back. You're well-prepared!" Xu Qingfeng was adjusting the gun.

Then I saw An Moxue attach a small repeating crossbow to a feathered arrow and put it on her left arm.

Xu Qingfeng asked, puzzled, "Is this necessary?"

"Of course, this arrow has been coated with a potent sedative. It will definitely come in handy at a crucial moment."

Then he saw An Moxue tie a row of silver needles to her right wrist, insert two daggers into her ankles, and tuck a Browning into her waistband.

"You! You! Are you like this even here?" An Moxue understood what he meant; he was asking if it was like this when doing missions abroad.

So she answered quite frankly, "No, but sometimes it does, it depends on the situation."

For spies, adaptability is always the top priority, followed by physical strength. But Comrade An seems to always prioritize physical strength. Her physical strength is among the best, even in the elite units.

All he had was a pistol, a dagger, and a water bottle. Wasn't that a bit too shabby?

If he knew that these were just weapons that An Moxue had put out in the open, would he cry?

An Moxue said very solemnly, "Captain, I don't know if you believe in intuition, but I have dodged many assassination attempts by intuition. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to wait to join the organization; I would have been buried long ago. Now, this road gives me a very bad feeling. We must be careful."

"Yeah, me too. We're the kind of people who risk our lives every day, but sometimes we still believe in a little bit of superstition." Since it was just the two of them, there was nothing to hide. Besides, they were old acquaintances and knew each other well.

The two packed up their weapons and continued on their way. Suddenly, a stone gate appeared in front of them.

The two men exchanged a glance. What lay before them seemed not to be a stone gate, but an unknown monster with its gaping maw, waiting to devour them.

The two slowed their pace, walked to the stone gate, stopped, and looked around.

After going around to meet everyone who seemed knowledgeable and experienced, Xu Qingfeng asked, "Can you solve this?"

An Moxue said, "It's worth a try, Captain. What about you?"

Xu Qingfeng looked at the door in front of him and said, "Giving it a try is worthwhile." In the past few years, he had only been training students, which was much more comfortable than before. With nothing to do, he became interested in mechanical arts, divination, and the art of divination and had read some books on these topics.

An Moxue asked, "Let's both work through this and see if our answers match in the end?"

"Can."

So the two of them stood by the stone gate, looking at the patterns on it and starting to deduce its workings.

Soon, An Moxue's results came out. She stood at the door, looking at it, wondering what was inside.

"Hummingbird, my results are in too, it's fire."

"Mine is fire too."

Wait, is it as they guessed?

If so, then the person who designed this stone gate must have been incredibly emboldened or confident!

Xu Qingfeng also noticed the surprise and doubt in An Moxue's eyes and said, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

“Captain, this is a little different from what I initially guessed! I thought it was a network of underground passages! But with just the first two, we could escape quickly. Why is this one here? If we guessed right, why didn’t we put it in the cave in the back mountain?” An Moxue voiced her doubts.

“Open it and take a look, then we’ll know. If it really is related to fire, then I know why it’s not kept in the cave in the back mountain. It must be to prevent it from getting damp, especially during the rainy season. Let’s open it first!” Xu Qingfeng said, pressing the fire switch. A muffled sound came from the stone door, and the door slowly opened.

Neither of them expected that this was a small gunpowder manufacturing site, with some sulfur, saltpeter, fuses and detonators that hadn't been transported out yet, clearly indicating that they hadn't had time to move them during a hasty evacuation.

The weapons and equipment on An Moxue's body seemed to mock her overly cautiousness; they were completely useless. She had thought there would be someone guarding her, even one or two experts would have been fine!

The two searched the place carefully. Xu Qingfeng said, "Judging from the traces, this place must have been around for a long time. It's hard to say whether they've been making gunpowder recently, but if they had that plan, this is where it comes in handy. This is the source of gunpowder production."

An Moxue picked up a detonator, examined its quality—it was extremely poor—but more than enough to create social panic. She asked, "Where did the finished gunpowder go?"

Xu Qingfeng said, "After transporting it to the town, and then transporting it away, there must be a place in the town where the gunpowder is stored. So the route down the mountain is not just for people, but more for transporting gunpowder that cannot be seen by others."

“Those two people came back again that day. Could it be that they came back to deal with these things? There are no finished products left here now. Did they come back to take away the last of the finished products?” An Moxue guessed.

"So it wasn't that there was danger here, but that a lot of danger was being created here. Finding this batch of gunpowder is urgent! Hopefully, it hasn't been transported out of Maple Leaf Town. Hummingbird, let's go to town." Xu Qingfeng said, and took the lead in leaving the gunpowder room.

As An Moxue walked, she pondered for a moment. Suddenly, she asked Xu Qingfeng, "Captain, what do you think about us setting up a few fires since we can't find the gunpowder and don't even know if it's been transported out?" She thought, "What if we can't control the fires? Won't people worry? What will happen if they do?"