"Three minutes, only the essentials."
Ye Qingliu's voice was too calm to be that of a high school student, and his gray-blue eyes looked particularly sharp under the red light of the alarm.
Feng Yulan hurriedly stuffed medicine and documents into her backpack, the roar of the engine coming from afar echoing in her ears - Jin Wancheng's people arrived faster than expected.
"Yulan, come here." Zhang Shumin had already sat up from the hospital bed, her face pale but her eyes clear.
She took her daughter-in-law's hand and put an old pocket watch into her palm: "Take this and never lose it."
Just as Feng Yulan was about to ask, a loud "bang" suddenly came from somewhere in the villa, and the whole building shook.
Ye Qingliu suddenly pushed the door open: "Leave now!"
He held Zhang Shumin with one hand and Feng Yulan with the other, and walked quickly towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.
The elevator required iris recognition. The moment Ye Qingliu approached the scanner, Feng Yulan noticed that there were very fine silver lines on his right iris - like some kind of high-tech implant.
The elevator descended to the third floor below ground level. When the door opened, a spacious garage appeared before our eyes, with five cars of different models parked there.
Ye Qingliu walked straight towards a seemingly ordinary black SUV: "Bulletproof armor, full camouflage."
Another explosion was heard, and dust fell from the ceiling.
"They blew up the west wall." Ye Qingliu glanced at his watch. "The security system can hold them off for seven minutes."
He helped Zhang Shumin into the back seat and turned to Feng Yulan: "Can you use a gun?"
Feng Yulan shook her head, but Ye Qingliu still took out a small silver pistol from the secret compartment in the car and handed it to her: "The safety is on, just point it at someone and pull the trigger."
The car slid silently out of the garage and sped along the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was an automatic door disguised as a mountain. The moment it opened, dazzling sunlight shone in.
Feng Yulan looked back and saw that Cuihu Villa had disappeared among the mountains.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"North Suburbs Private Airport." Ye Qingliu controlled the steering wheel with one hand and swiped quickly on the car's tablet with the other hand. "There's a plane waiting to take you to Singapore."
Zhang Shumin suddenly leaned forward. "Master Ye, the Beishan archives are in the safe at the old post office in Qingxi Town." Her voice was hoarse. "The password is Shuo'er's birthday—"
Ye Qingliu's eyes fixed on him, and he immediately dialed the number: "Qingxi Town Old Post Office, Beishan Archives. Send someone to get it immediately. Password."
After hanging up, he looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Ms. Zhang, what's in the file?"
Zhang Shumin closed her eyes. "The chemical plant's real account books from 1989, evidence that Jin Wancheng used a reactor to produce methamphetamine, and..."
She swallowed hard. "The burial site of the three missing workers."
Feng Yulan gasped. She had never heard her mother-in-law mention this before.
Ye Qingliu's expression turned extremely cold: "It's enough to send him to the execution stand."
The car suddenly made a sharp turn, and Feng Yulan bumped into the car door. In the rearview mirror, two SUVs were approaching at high speed.
"Hold on tight." Ye Qingliu's voice suddenly became warm, almost joyful.
He stepped on the accelerator and the SUV engine roared like a beast.
The next ten minutes were like an action movie - Ye Qingliu drove the car drifting on the winding mountain road, sometimes braking suddenly to cause the off-road vehicle behind him to lose control and crash into the guardrail, and sometimes entering a narrow country road to use the width of the car body to block the pursuit.
Feng Yulan hugged her mother-in-law tightly, watching the scenery rapidly receding outside the window, her stomach churning.
"Who... who are you?" she finally couldn't help asking after a thrilling drift.
Ye Qingliu raised his lips slightly: "The heir of the Ye Group, a sophomore in high school."
He deftly dodged a bullet fired by someone leaning out of the SUV's sunroof. "Part-time Special Adviser for Interpol."
"What?" Feng Yulan widened her eyes.
"A family tradition," Ye Qingliu said casually, swerving the steering wheel to bring the SUV to a stop in the middle of the road. The pursuing SUV was caught off guard and crashed into a large tree beside the road.
"My grandfather founded the largest private security network in Asia."
Zhang Shumin suddenly started coughing, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Feng Yulan was alarmed to find that the wound on her mother-in-law's shoulder had opened again.
"Five minutes." Ye Qingliu accelerated towards the runway that was vaguely visible in the distance. "There's a medical team at the airport."
When they rushed onto the tarmac, a pure white small passenger plane had already started its engine.
Five fully armed security guards quickly surrounded them, two of them supported Zhang Shumin, and three of them guarded the rear.
"Qingliu!" A middle-aged man in a flight jacket walked over quickly. "Tracking shows three more cars coming this way."
Ye Qingliu nodded. "Uncle Li, take off immediately. Our destination remains unchanged." He turned to Feng Yulan and said, "Follow the captain. He will protect you."
"You're not coming with us?" Feng Yulan blurted out, and then was surprised by her own question.
Ye Qingliu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I have to stay and deal with Jin Wancheng."
He glanced at Zhang Shumin, who was boarding the plane. "The Beishan files are crucial, but they're not enough. I need a video testimony recorded after Ms. Zhang is safe."
Feng Yulan suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Wait... is my husband... Zhang Shuo really a drug dealer?"
Ye Qingliu was silent for a moment, then pulled out a video from his phone and handed it to her.
In the video, Zhang Shuo is tied to a chair, his face covered in blood. A man is pressing a gun to his temple: "Read what I say, or your mother and wife will die."
Feng Yulan's legs went weak, and Ye Qingliu held her steady: "Jin Wancheng framed him. Now, get on the plane."
Amid the roar of the engine, Feng Yulan staggered up the gangway.
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