Chapter 42 Where is Shen Wuyang?
Su turned her head and saw a stream of blood winding down Huo Zhenhua's arm, leaving a wet stain on his black short-sleeved shirt, which dripped down his elbow.
"Are you injured?" Her voice was tight, and she trembled as she pulled out a packet of yellowish-brown powder, which she then sprinkled on the wound without saying a word.
"It hurts a little, but bear with it."
She said that, but Huo Zhenhua didn't even turn his head, remaining focused on fighting the enemy without even frowning.
When the yellowish-brown powder comes into contact with blood, it turns into dark red scabs.
Su Meng lifted his shirt, ripped off a piece of her own cotton T-shirt with a "rip," and quickly tied it around his neck.
Throughout the entire process, Huo Zhenhua didn't glance at the enemy once, remaining calm and collected like an outsider.
The smell of rust mixed with the sea breeze entered Su Meng's nostrils and invaded her heart and lungs, making her heart swell with emotion.
She looked deeply at the man, suppressing the stinging feeling in her nose, and steered the fishing boat through the hail of bullets.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a bullet shot toward the back of Huo Zhenhua's head.
Her pupils widened in fright, and she fell silent.
Without thinking, he lunged forward and forcefully shoved Huo Zhenhua aside.
The bullet grazed her ear, leaving a trail of blood.
Whew!
God bless!
She also saved his life.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qinglin fired two shots, pointed behind them, and shouted, "The warships are here! We're saved!"
Sailing against the wind and waves is a warship converted from a large fishing boat.
Su Meng sighed inwardly, "We are just too... poor!"
These fishing boats are at best slightly better; compared to foreign warships, they are far inferior.
Fortunately, its arrival successfully scared away the three ships that had surrounded it.
"We're saved!"
She slumped to the ground, her gaze sweeping over Huo Zhenhua's injured arm.
Remembering his grandfather's warning, the words that were about to come out became, "If we had ships of four or five thousand tons, we probably wouldn't be in this danger today."
Huo Zhenhua's gaze lingered on her bloodstained earlobe for a moment, then he snatched her pistol and tossed it to Wang Qinglin. "I often daydream too!"
He emphasized the word "also".
Su Meng understood his sarcasm perfectly well. She glared at him and said fiercely, "Shut up! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."
"I saved a heartless wretch! Wang Qinglin, did you hear that barking?"
Wang Qinglin suppressed a laugh, silently turned his head, and quietly moved away from the battlefield.
He never knew that his Commander Huo had such a childish side, arguing with female comrades—it was truly hilarious!
Soon, they boarded the Shanghai C-888 bus.
I saw the blood-stained decking and cabin, and I also saw the captain and two or three crew members who hadn't been thrown overboard yet.
Su Meng felt stifled and uncomfortable, yet surprisingly calm.
She found Huo Zhenhua and asked in a low voice, "Don't we have patrol boats?"
If there had been patrol ships, such a tragic massacre of ships would not have occurred in the nearby waters.
Huo Zhenhua opened his eyes and looked at her warily. "Why are you asking about these things?"
His eyes clearly held suspicion and wariness.
Which side's spy is she?
This direct approach to inquiring is a way to confuse the public and is slightly more sophisticated than other spies.
But he was also foolishly self-righteous.
After reading his heartfelt words, Su Meng laughed in anger once again.
She looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "I want to see your commander."
Since she couldn't reach an agreement with him, Su Meng decided to stop wasting her breath and go directly to their leader.
I believe their wise and capable leader should be able to meet her needs.
Because the two were looking into each other's eyes, Huo Zhenhua also heard Su Meng's inner thoughts at that moment.
She actually wanted to gain the leader's trust?
"Don't bother trying. You can't just see the leader whenever you want." Huo Zhenhua tugged at the strip of cloth tied around his arm, his mouth twisting in pain.
Upon hearing this, Su Meng turned and left.
She was afraid that the man's foul mouth would utter even more offensive words, and she wouldn't be able to resist hitting him.
She didn't want to be an ungrateful person.
She had originally planned to use the supplies she had intercepted last night to donate to a large shipyard, thus contributing to the country's maritime defense capabilities.
Offer a tiny spark.
But Huo Zhenhua guarded against her like a thief, and she was powerless to do anything about it!
never mind!
Wouldn't it be better to enjoy that wealth all by yourself?
Huo Zhenhua never expected Su Meng to leave so suddenly.
He thought to himself, "I didn't say anything that offended her."
A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. Sigh!
"Hey! Aren't we going to talk about this gun?"
He shook the Type 97 sniper rifle that Su Meng had modified and shouted at her retreating figure, "Just because you lengthened the barrel, does that improve its range?"
Su Meng paused, her cool and beautiful face instantly brightening like a peony as she turned around. "What do you think?"
She simply wouldn't tell him; let him go crazy on his own.
Soldiers love guns as much as women love beauty—they are crazy and obsessed.
Huo Zhenhua desperately wanted to know the principle, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for help, so he could only grind his back teeth hard.
You win!
He wanted to take it apart to take a look, but unfortunately, his arm had been pierced by a bullet, and even the slightest movement caused him to grimace in pain.
Ha! You heartless ingrate, whoever saves you in the future is a coward!
Su Meng had no idea what Huo Zhenhua was thinking.
She stood beside Wang Qinglin, looking at Luo Shuangyan, who lay dead on the splint with her eyes wide open, and felt a pang of sorrow.
Luo Shuangyan was the first local person she met after arriving in Guangzhou.
Thinking of how she enthusiastically promoted the small workshop, and how proudly she said that her father was the village chief of Luo Village, and that as long as you stayed at her family's inn, your safety would be guaranteed.
That bright and flamboyant spirit has now faded into a wisp of ghostly soul on the sea.
How pitiful!
"She was strangled to death, and strangely, all her belongings are gone. Oh well! Let's take her back!"
Wang Qinglin directed his men to properly settle the deceased and continue cleaning the boat.
"Where is Shen Wuyang?" Su Meng suddenly remembered the body covered by the white sheet; Shen Wuyang was not there.
Wang Qinglin paused, his face immediately turning grim.
"I didn't see it!" He threw down his cleaning tools and went back into the cabin.
A few minutes later, he ran out again, exclaiming, "He's gone! That's strange! Could he have run away?!"
Su Meng shot Shen Wuyang through the back of the heart; all three of them witnessed it.
Then Huo Zhenhua shot the little notebook right between the eyebrows.
The little notebook's body is still there.
Luo Shuangyan's is also there.
Shen Wuyang is nowhere to be found.
"Could he possibly fly to the sky or disappear into the earth?" Wang Qinglin scratched the back of his head in confusion. "When we were surrounded, no ships came near this big ship."
How did he get away?
Logically speaking, being shot in the back of the head should result in serious injury, if not death.
Even if he jumps into the sea, he will still die.
That area of water is more than an hour's voyage from the land.
She didn't believe that the seriously injured Shen Wuyang could make it ashore smoothly.
"Forget it! He'll either jump into the sea or fall in; he's going to die either way."
Su Meng was slightly disappointed, but she was never one to engage in internal strife.
It healed itself in the blink of an eye.
The large ship began to set off, leaving a trail of waves in its wake.
"Are we going back to the provincial capital?" She looked at the tall buildings not far away, and her heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down.
Huo Zhenhua appeared beside her without her noticing.
He leaned against the railing and looked at her. "Didn't you want to see our leader? Come back with me."
He spoke with his usual coldness and domineering tone.
Su Meng didn't want to pay attention to him, didn't want to look at him, and didn't want to read his thoughts.
She couldn't be bothered to talk to someone who saw her as a spy.
Perhaps every word is a trap, just waiting for her to foolishly fall into it.
The Chinese language is profound and complex; a single sentence can have many interpretations.
If she gives a wrong answer, she might be unable to clear her name no matter what.
Huo Zhenhua stared at her intently, and when she turned her head away and remained silent, he sighed helplessly in his heart.
Is she afraid of saying too much and making mistakes, or does she really have nothing to say?
"Where did you get your gun barrel? I have the right to know that." Huo Zhenhua felt frustrated.
No one had ever dared to be so indifferent and aloof towards him, treating him as if he were nothing.
He was, after all, a regimental commander, and had the authority to investigate the source of the firearms.
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