The sniper ran while secretly gloating, confident that the mission would be a success!

However, he suddenly sensed danger and instinctively dodged to the left, thus avoiding a punch.

Before he could even react, a barrage of fists rained down on him, followed by kicks and punches. He dodged one attack after another, struggling to keep up, and was quickly subdued by the combined assault of An Moxue and Wu Sicheng.

Wu Sicheng gripped his shoulder tightly, forcing him to kneel on one knee. He glared at An Moxue with resentment, "You! How could this be?"

He is a sniper, specializing in sniping ambushes, not close-range attacks.

An Moxue scoffed, "What? Surprised?" As she spoke, she kicked him several more times, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead. He didn't cry out, but the veins on his forehead, which he had been holding back, became increasingly prominent.

"This is nothing!" An Moxue said, suddenly reaching out and chopping down his arm with a hand chop.

"Ah!" A scream pierced the woods and startled some birds and animals nearby. The sniper's arm had been broken by An Moxue's sword, the bone hanging loosely on his shoulder.

He struggled even more fiercely. "Don't move!" Wu Sicheng said, increasing the pressure on his hands so that he couldn't move.

Before he could recover from the pain, An Moxue reached for his other arm, and another scream rang out.

"ah--"

An Moxue seemed to be listening to some beautiful music, and asked with satisfaction, "How about it? Is it possible this time?"

At this moment, the sniper's face was deathly pale, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Seeing that she had vented her anger, Wu Sicheng asked, "Go back?"

An Moxue looked at him calmly and said, "Let's go back! There might still be wounded that we need to treat. We don't know the specifics of the situation."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But wait a minute." As she spoke, she produced a pill, which she swallowed before the sniper could react.

The sniper asked in surprise, "What did you give me to eat?"

An Moxue smiled innocently and said, "Guess?" What Wu Sicheng found playful and cute was an insult to the sniper.

She ignored him completely. She had regained her composure and didn't even dare to think about what would have happened if things had been any slower. This madman was truly ruthless in achieving his goals.

Wu Sicheng watched her behavior with indulgence. Seeing that she had vented her anger, he asked, "Can she live for a while?" He was afraid that she would die too quickly because she had too many strange and unusual medicines.

"Yes. I wonder how everyone else is doing? We two need to hurry."

"Okay." He understood her worry and anxiety.

So, the man with both hands severed was bound by vines and forced to be carried back to the scene of the incident by Wu Sicheng, who ran all the way.

At the explosion site, the comrades checked each other's injuries and did not let the enemy agents who tried to escape go. When they saw An Moxue and Wu Sicheng return, bringing someone with them, they all glared at him with resentment.

Everyone almost died on the spot, blown to pieces, because of him.

An Moxue checked their physical conditions one by one, and Wu Sicheng handed the sniper over to his uninjured comrade.

This time, our soldiers were only wounded, not killed. However, four enemy agents died. They had already been captured and were not able to escape in time when the explosion occurred, so they were killed on the spot.

The loud explosion echoed throughout the small county town, and soon the local police arrived at the scene.

The situation was no longer suitable for them to stay here. The next day, An Moxue and Wu Sicheng arrested the Yang family members involved in the case and quickly left. Others would take over the case.

Even after arriving in Beijing and reporting to his new workplace, the fake Yang Yuning was still incredulous. He asked Wu Sicheng beside him, "The journey there was thrilling, but how come nothing happened on the way back? I was hoping to catch as many people as possible and earn some merit!"

Wu Sicheng's teasing voice rang out, "What, not enough? How about we go out again in a few days?"

When they went there, they did a good job of publicizing it, which basically attracted all the attention. They didn't even look at how many people they arrested along the way.

Did he think it would be easy for foreign mercenaries to come to Lan Kingdom in a short time?

Visas are so hard to get.

Those from Yang's hometown were almost the last batch they found.

Even if there were, it could be due to time constraints, force, or other factors. Just because no one took action doesn't mean there weren't any.

When they returned to the capital, they could clearly feel that the weather was much cooler than when they left, and the temperature difference between day and night was also much greater.

Wu Sicheng held An Moxue's hand as they walked through the deserted alley.

Wu Sicheng asked, "Mo Xue, will you go back to Yang Yuning's side?"

An Moxue stopped and looked at him with a half-smile.

He felt uneasy under her gaze, touched his nose, and asked awkwardly, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

She laughed and scolded, "Jealous? How old is Mr. Yang? He's not much younger than my father. We just get along well and are friends despite the age gap. Besides, that's just my job."

His earlobes turned slightly red, and he coughed lightly, explaining, "Who told you two to get along so well, like you had endless things to talk about? How could I not be jealous?"

"Oh, well, there's no way around it! I have to escort him to a safe place before I can consider my mission complete. You can keep being jealous!" After saying that, An Moxue left without paying him any more attention.

Wu Sicheng watched her retreating figure and muttered to himself, "She really can't stand to suffer even the slightest loss. I, with my good temper, have to accommodate her."

As he spoke, he quickly caught up with her and took her hand.

Wu Sicheng pouted and said, "Wait for me! Why did you just leave like that?"

"What? You think you can't catch up with me? Or do you just not want to?"

He overheard the conversation, which seemed to contain a trap, and caught a glimpse of her cunning eyes. He immediately softened his tone and said, "How could that be? I really want to pursue her, and I'd be happy to keep pursuing her."

An Moxue listened to his words with a smile in her eyes and brows. Then she heard him change his tone and say pitifully, "But it seems that my mission is completed. I can't be with you anymore. I have to go back to school."

An Moxue patted his hand as if coaxing a child, comforting him, "It's okay, go back and study hard! Try to get the title of outstanding student after you finish your studies, so you can get promoted quickly."

He said with a helpless yet indulgent tone, "Okay, listen to our Comrade An Moxue and be a progressive youth."

The afterglow of the setting sun fell perfectly on their backs, radiating an indescribable warmth.