At the brigade's gas station, the fake Fu Lei detonated a bomb strapped to his body, startling the soldiers who rushed to rescue Fu Qingyao and Zheng Ya.
Zheng Ya stood there with a smile, waving his hand to reassure the soldiers not to panic, while the soldiers kept pulling him away to run away.
Fu Qingyao shielded him with her body, and things became chaotic.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu, a cheering soldier, was being held captive by the fake Fu Lei. Overwhelmed with guilt and anger, he turned around, reached out and grabbed the fake Fu Lei's waist, shouting, "Go! You guys go! It's going to explode! Go now!"
"Hahaha, none of you are going anywhere. You'll all be buried with me, hahaha!" The fake Fu Lei shouted wildly while wrestling with Xiao Wu, anticipating the commotion of being blown to heaven.
Even in death, one should die a glorious death, leaving a mark on history.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ya disappointed him. He broke free from the soldiers' grasp, reached out to shield his mother beside him, and laughed, "I bet you pulled a fuse. It's just a cheap trick..."
"Son, what nonsense are you talking about? Get behind your mother..." Fu Qingyao cried anxiously, feeling that the person she had wronged the most in her life was her son, and she was willing to risk her life to protect him.
Zheng Ya felt a warm glow in her heart, and explained with a wry smile, "Okay, Mom, don't bother, the explosives on him won't blow up..."
"No, damn it, why hasn't the explosive pack detonated yet?" The fake Fu Lei was getting anxious because of what he said. Realizing something was wrong, he shook off Xiao Wu's embrace, touched the explosive pack, and was dumbfounded. The fuse had burned out and it still hadn't detonated.
Xiao Wu lunged forward a second time and snatched the pistol from his waist. The fake Fu Lei had already taken off his military uniform jacket. He looked down at the explosive pack and laughed in anger. Damn it, the explosive pack had failed to fire.
Zheng Ya laughed and said, "See? I told you he was just playing around with explosives to scare people, but you didn't believe me. Now you do, right?"
"Son, your ability is amazing. How did you do that?" Fu Qingyao finally came to her senses and realized that Zheng Ya had tampered with the explosive pack.
Indeed, that was the case. After the fake Fu Lei detonated the explosives, Zheng Ya immediately used his planning ability to destroy the detonator.
The fuse is burned directly into the detonator, turning it into a dud.
If the detonator doesn't explode, the explosive charge cannot be detonated.
The fake Fu Lei took the explosive pack, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it: "Damn it, explode it! Explode it now! Why isn't it exploding yet..."
"Idiot, if you can't detonate the explosives by stepping on them, then ram them with your head. They'll explode as soon as you hit them. Don't believe me? Try it!" Zheng Ya, always eager for drama, encouraged him while planning to lure him into the illusion.
The fake Fu Lei was instantly led into the carnival-like opera, and he gesticulated wildly as he revealed the truth: "Haha, I blew up the gas station, and now I'm famous and going to heaven."
Nana, I couldn't have you in life, but I'll make sure you remember me in death. I'm braver than anyone else..."
The psychedelic self-destruction revealed some information.
Fu Qingyao immediately instructed the soldiers to report the intelligence to the relevant units, enabling each unit to seize the initiative and arrest a large number of unofficial enemy agents.
With military and police forces deployed everywhere, Zheng Ya drove home.
Along the way, the Zhengde value skyrocketed, reaching 38,000, 41,000...
This was good news that the crisis in the capital had been resolved. Waves of good news came one after another, which greatly excited Zheng Ya.
It turns out that Zhengde only exposed the crisis when he was ready to completely resolve it and avoid harm to the country and the people.
What a windfall!
Seeing that he was so excited that his car was shaking while driving, Fu Qingyao scolded him in an annoyed tone: "You brat, drive carefully and be safe. What are you thinking?"
"Hehe, your son misses his wife, what's wrong?" Zheng Ya changed the subject again, his mood completely different now.
Not long ago, I mentioned that my wife was pregnant. I was worried that sending out the telegram would trigger a major case in Beijing, so I was just making conversation to pass the time.
After all, a major case broke out in the capital, which ruined his future. He might really end up living the life of an ordinary person, having children with his wife, which would probably be the best outcome.
He might even end up in jail.
Even though he has lived three lives, he still has the mindset of a young person, lacking experience and maturity. He is confused and makes conversation to avoid worrying his mother. What else can he do?
In fact, Fu Qingyao didn't take it seriously; she was focused on diverting his attention and relieving his stress.
Even now, Fu Qingyao was still worried and tried to comfort him, saying, "Son, don't worry too much, nothing will happen..."
"Uh, Mom, you're just trying to appease me by having someone else do the task?"
"That can't be right, Mom doesn't want to do it anymore?" Zheng Ya suddenly realized, this mom is so kind, so heartwarming!
Fu Qingyao said with tears in her eyes, "You brat, you've gotten yourself into such a big mess, how can I just ignore it?"
"Haha, Mom, doesn't it hurt your heart to say that?" Zheng Ya didn't mean to disobey his mother; he just wanted to distract her.
What should I do if I'm worried that my mom is making me too anxious?
Sometimes, the harm caused by one's own overthinking can be permanent.
Cerebral hemorrhage, for example, isn't that caused by excessive emotional excitement?
I finally have a warm-hearted mother, so I can't let anything happen to her.
Fu Qingyao burst into tears instantly: "Waaah, I know you resent me, but my heart aches for you too..."
"Hey Mom, how about we go check on the workplace where you reported for duty?" Zheng Ya felt that it would be better if his mother cried!
A heart-to-heart talk between mother and child, instead of keeping things bottled up in their own minds and imagining things, even if it involves crying, is at least a good start!
Having read too many novel plots, Zheng Ya, though lacking in life experience, could understand. He secretly gave himself a thumbs up, "Yay!"
Fu Qingyao didn't know how to open up to her son, and she had been thinking about it for more than ten years without finding a good way.
Is she always afraid that her son will resent her?
Giving birth but not raising it is like a sharp sword, always piercing her heart in the dead of night, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.
At this moment, Fu Qingyao was having a heart-to-heart talk with her son under these circumstances, afraid that he might harbor resentment. She stared at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Tell me, do you really harbor resentment?"
"If you're a real man, tell the truth!"
"Mom, don't get agitated!"
With your emotions, do you believe me if I say I don't resent you?
If there's any resentment, it's towards Tian Juan. What kind of mother is she?
She neglected her son, ignored the poisoning of her mother-in-law, and disregarded the news of her husband's death. What kind of person is she?
Compared to your birth mother, who turned white-haired overnight and had to feign illness for the sake of the organization's mission, enduring all humiliation, she is nothing..." Zheng Ya did not intentionally belittle Tian Juan's character.
It's because he harbored deep resentment towards Tian Juan in his previous life.
Although the truth has now come out, it further proves that the problem lies with Tian Juan.
Tian Juan's mind was preoccupied with Lao Yuan and her work, ignoring everything else, proving her infatuation?
Everything else is beyond description!
That's utterly useless.
Hearing him say that, Fu Qingyao felt much better: "You brat, no matter what, she is your adoptive mother. It's not your place to complain, do you hear me?"
"Mom, if you quit your job and come home to help me take care of the kids, I'll do whatever you say..."
"You brat, you think you can get your hands on me now?"
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