Chapter 457 Whose kid is so fierce?
Gu Ping'an had been on guard against this move for a long time.
He pulled a modified bottle of floral water from his satchel, which was Su Yue's "secret weapon" for self-defense.
It doesn't contain floral water, but rather concentrated chili water made from ghost peppers, mixed with mustard oil. The tangy flavor is something you have to try to know.
Sizzle—!
A red jet of water sprayed precisely onto the man's face.
"Ah—! My eyes!"
The man screamed in agony, clutched his face, and collapsed to the ground, rolling around frantically.
The burning pain instantly disoriented him, and he stumbled around like a blind wild boar.
"withdraw!"
Gu Ping'an grabbed Gu Ningjing, kicked the bamboo wheel, and pushed Yun Ting backward more than ten meters.
Yun Ting was jolted awake, but he didn't cry. He sat in the car with wide eyes, watching the excitement, and even clapped his hands excitedly twice.
"Call for help!" Gu Ping'an ordered.
Gu Ningjing took a deep breath, focused her energy, and shouted out the line she had rehearsed countless times:
"Fire! Help! People are burning to death!"
That shout had an extremely strong penetrating power.
Less than half a minute later, hurried footsteps could be heard from the patrol post not far away.
A squad of heavily armed soldiers rushed over like a whirlwind, led by Zhao Tiezhu.
"Where's the fire?!" Zhao Tiezhu asked, holding his gun, his forehead covered in sweat.
Then, he witnessed the most bizarre scene of his life.
On the wasteland, a grown man was convulsing on the ground, his face covered in white powder.
Meanwhile, Gu Ping'an, who usually reigned supreme in the kindergarten, was riding on the man's back, holding a thick tree branch he had picked up from the roadside, which he was pressing against the back of the man's head.
"Uncle Zhao, catch someone who has been implicated."
Gu Pingan crunched the fruit candy in his mouth with a calm expression, "This person is trying to steal electricity from our factory."
Half an hour later.
When Su Yue arrived at the scene, Gu Ping'an was sitting on the hood of a jeep, swinging his legs, receiving the "admiration" of several young soldiers.
Gu Ningjing hid behind Gu Beichen, clutching the glass bottle that had done a great service, her face full of praise.
"Are you alright?" Su Yue rushed over, lifted Gu Ping'an off the hood of the car, and felt his bones all over.
"It's okay, Mom, this pepper spray is really strong." Gu Ping'an grinned, revealing a front tooth that had just been partially replaced. "That guy was already done for after just one spray."
Su Yue looked at the gray overalls not far away, bound hand and foot, still crying incessantly, and her lips twitched.
She had prepared the pepper spray to protect herself from perverts, but she never expected that her son would use it for a real-world practice session.
Gu Beichen stood to the side, holding the tree branch in his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Nonsense!"
He threw the branch to the ground, his voice chillingly deep, "Why didn't you run away when you encountered bad people? Who taught you to confront adults head-on?"
Gu Pingan shrank his neck, his previous imposing manner vanishing instantly.
"I...I think he was trying to sneak into the factory..."
“The factory has a security department and People’s Liberation Army soldiers. Who gave you, a three-year-old, the right to act like a hero?” Gu Beichen squatted down, his gaze level with his son’s, and said sternly, “What if he has a knife? What if he has a gun?”
Gu Pingan lowered his head, picking at his fingers without saying a word.
Su Yue sighed, walked over and patted Gu Beichen on the shoulder.
"Alright, the kid was just trying to protect the factory. Besides, your son's tactical awareness is so good, he's definitely your own flesh and blood."
Gu Beichen glared at her, but the sternness in his eyes lessened considerably.
He took something out of his pocket and handed it to Gu Pingan.
It was a small pistol carved from rosewood, with extremely exquisite craftsmanship; even the trigger could be pulled.
He carved this while staying up all night these past few days, and originally planned to give it to Ping An on her birthday.
"Take it."
Gu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he took the wooden gun with both hands, touching the wood grain with great affection.
"In the future, if you encounter danger, save your life first, then fight the enemy." Gu Beichen ruffled his son's hair with his large hand. "That's an order."
"Yes, sir!" Gu Ping'an tucked the wooden gun into his waistband and gave a somewhat imperfect military salute.
Gu Ningjing protested, tugging at Su Yue's clothes and shaking her: "Mommy, I want a new weapon too! All the powder is gone!"
Su Yue was both amused and exasperated. She pulled out an unopened box of White Rabbit milk candy from her bag and stuffed it into her hand: "Alright, alright, I'll get you an even stronger itching powder later."
Just as the family was enjoying a happy time together, Zhao Tiezhu ran over carrying a gray canvas bag resembling a work uniform.
"Brigade Commander, Sister-in-law, there's something in this bag."
Zhao Tiezhu dumped everything from his bag onto the hood of the engine.
Besides the small notebook used to record the terrain, there was a stack of ten-yuan bills, a sharpened dagger, and a neatly folded blueprint.
Su Yue picked up the drawing and unfolded it.
Her pupils contracted sharply after just one glance.
That's not an ordinary topographic map.
That's a map showing the underground pipeline distribution in the core fermentation workshop of Blue Ocean Pharmaceutical Factory.
Moreover, the locations of several key valves marked in red on the diagram were known only to the factory's senior management.
Even the construction team that participated in the original construction did not have such a detailed version.
"Where did this drawing come from?" Su Yue held the drawing up to the sunlight, pointing to an inconspicuous crease in the lower right corner.
There was a faint oil stain there, like a fingerprint that someone had accidentally pressed on.
Zhao Tiezhu shook his head: "That kid is stubborn. He only said that someone put it in his mailbox at the door and gave him a deposit of five hundred yuan to verify whether these pipes are real."
Gu Beichen took the blueprint, ran his fingertip along the mimeograph mark, and spoke in a voice as cold as ice.
"Looks like we've got mice in our house."
Su Yue narrowed her eyes, quickly reviewing the list of people who could have access to the blueprints in her mind. Huo Wenxuan? Impossible. That guy is greedy, but cowardly, and treats the factory like his own son. Chen Xinyue? Even less likely. She's a tech fanatic; she's only interested in bacteriophages and nothing else.
All that's left is that department.
Finance Department.
On the back of this drawing, a few numbers written in pencil are faintly visible.
Those are accounting symbols unique to financial statements.
"Tiezhu, take this man back to the security department. Don't let him sleep. Find out everything about his ancestors." Gu Beichen folded the blueprints and put them in his shirt pocket. "Su Yue, back to the factory."
The jeep was started again, and Gu Ping'an and Gu Ningjing were taken back to the compound first.
On the bus, Su Yue watched the coconut trees rushing past the window, her fingers unconsciously tapping her knees.
"If I'm not mistaken, this rat not only stole the drawings, but also tampered with the accounts." Su Yue sneered. "I was wondering why the raw material losses hadn't been matching up these past few months; it turns out this was what was waiting for me."
The veins on the back of Gu Beichen's hand, which was gripping the steering wheel, bulged.
"Whoever dares to hand over a knife at this critical juncture, I'll teach them what court-martial is all about."
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