Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 386 Simple Action

One day in November, at the Ho family villa, Cherie Chung brought her son, Ho Yiu-chun, over for dinner.

"Chu Hong, why didn't Yu Yao come along?" Xiao Man asked.

"Sister-in-law, Yuyao went abroad on a business trip?"

"Business trip? Isn't he from the West Kowloon Police Station? What business trip could he be on?"

"He has been transferred to Interpol."

"When did this happen? Why haven't I heard him mention it to his family?"

"Senior Assistant Director Orion transferred him there."

"Brother Zhu, are you aware of this?" Xiaoman asked.

"I don't know, I'll ask later."

"Then Chu Hong, why don't you come and stay here for a while? It's not convenient for you to take care of the child alone, and it's not good to keep troubling your mother," Xiao Man continued.

"Well, alright then. I've just taken on a role recently, so I'll have to trouble you, sister-in-law, for Yaochen's sake," Chung Chu-hung said somewhat apologetically.

"What are you saying? There's no trouble at all. I like Yaochen too," Xiaoman said with a smile.

After dinner, He Yuzhu called Orian. The old man had taken his advice and gone to take charge of Interpol, which earned him a promotion. But why didn't he tell him before transferring his brother there?

"Orion, it's me!"

"Hey, I also need to talk to you about something." Orian paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said shamelessly.

"What a coincidence?"

"Well... actually, we're the ones who've run into trouble."

"Is it related to Yuyao?"

“Yes, He, I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t find a suitable person to carry out the mission. In terms of both skills and language, Chief Inspector He Yuyan is the most suitable.”

"Chief Inspector?" He Yuzhu asked.

“I promoted him after I transferred him here,” Orion said.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Yu Yao went north to track a smuggling ring. We have no support there. Yu Yao reported that they are not ordinary people and need backup, but I..."

“You’re Interpol officers, go to them if you have any problems. I’m just a businessman.”

"Coordination over there will take time, and besides, we can't get in touch with Yuyao right now."

"What? If I didn't call, were you planning to keep this from me?" He Yuzhu raised his voice.

"This is a mission, He. I wouldn't have told you unless I really had no other choice."

He Yuzhu asked in a deep voice, "Where did he finally find his place?"

"Yu Yao's last message came from the northern border area, and he hasn't called back for over thirty hours now," Orian said gravely.

"Thirty hours? What have you been doing?" He Yuzhu wasn't going to be polite to Orian.

"He, don't be angry. Headquarters said they've sent two groups of people to make contact, but they've all lost contact with them."

"What exactly was their mission?"

"Smugglers."

"Just a smuggler?"

"Arms smuggler."

"Damn it, Orion, if anything happens to my brother, are you prepared to pay with your life?"

"He, He, don't get agitated, don't get agitated. I know Yuyao is still alive, still alive, because those smugglers have been very active in the last thirty hours, they must be looking for someone." Orian didn't think He Yuzhu was threatening him, and he already owed He Yuzhu a life, and now the most important thing was to save He Yuyao.

"The location is correct. Do you have any alternative contact methods?"

"That's right, that's it. The backup contact number is ***."

"Alright, keep pushing Interpol. They're pretty useless. I'll figure something out on my end too."

"Okay, I'll call and urge them right away."

"toot toot"

He Yuzhu dialed a number without even putting down the microphone.

"Old Bai, mobilize everyone in the north to go to *** and find Yu Xin for me, and bring him all the equipment."

"Why did Yuyao run off there?"

"Don't worry about that for now, go find the person. You know what to do if you encounter any obstacles."

"it is good."

Meanwhile, somewhere on the northern border, wind and snow were howling outside.

Shivering from the cold, He Yuyao huddled in an abandoned wooden hut, examining the wound on her left arm by the dim light of the fire.

It was a bullet graze; the blood had already congealed.

He didn't have a first-aid kit with him, so he could only find something to bandage his wound.

"Damn it, why is this place so cold? Ugh, ugh." His teeth were chattering.

He was cold and hungry. Three days ago, he infiltrated a smuggling ring's transaction site, but unexpectedly, the other party double-crossed him during the inspection of the goods.

During the firefight, he killed two people and seized half a map, at the cost of a wound to his left arm.

He had just finished bandaging his wound and was about to check if there was anything usable left in the dilapidated wooden hut when he heard creaking footsteps outside, light and carried on the wind, but he definitely heard them.

Crouching down and peering through the crack in the door, he saw at least five people, fanning out to him.

He Yuyao held her breath and pressed her body tightly against the cold wooden wall.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, followed by low Russian conversation. He only understood a few words—"footprints," "inside," and "be careful."

He quickly looked around; the abandoned wooden hut contained nothing but a few piles of rotten straw and an empty iron barrel.

Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, and visibility was extremely low.

"boom!"

The wooden door was kicked open, and a dark figure burst in with a gun.

He Yuyao moved almost the instant the door opened, sidestepping the gun barrel, her right hand swiftly grabbing the other person's wrist and pressing down, while her left elbow slammed into the intruder's ribs.

The man grunted, and the AK-74M slipped from his hand.

He Yuyao seized the gun and used the momentum to push the man toward the second gunman who rushed in.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Bullets swept across the door frame, sending wood chips flying.

He Yuyao rolled behind the iron barrel as he lunged forward, then raised the rifle he had just seized and pulled the trigger.

A short burst of fire, and the third gunman who had just peeked in was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

The two remaining people outside the door immediately dispersed and fired into the house under the cover of the trees.

The bullet pierced through the thin wooden wall and clanged as it hit the iron bucket.

How could that iron bucket stop the AK? He Yuyao had already crawled to another spot as soon as he finished shooting.

The people outside swept several magazines across the riddled iron barrel before stopping firing. He Yuxin crouched down and looked out through the holes in the wooden wall.

After changing their magazines, the two men were walking towards the cabin. Judging from their hand gestures, it seemed that one of them was rushing in and continuing to fire, while the other was providing cover.

"Da da da, da da da!"

He Yuyao wouldn't give them that chance. They had misjudged the situation, otherwise she would have really been done for.

The two people outside collapsed to the ground in shock.

After confirming that there were no enemies following them for the time being, He Yuyao didn't mind whether the enemies were covered in snow or not. He stripped off their clothes, took an AK and a pistol plus several magazines, and also scavenged everything edible from them. There was no dry food, only a few pieces of chocolate. One of the guys had a small flask, which He Yuyao smelled and found to be high-proof vodka.

With these things in hand, He Yuyao disappeared into the wind and snow.

Not long after he left, the sound of engines came from outside the cabin, and then three snowmobiles were seen parked outside.

There were six people on the motorcycle. After getting off and checking things out, they chatted for a while. One of them spoke into a walkie-talkie. The six of them then got back on the motorcycle and chased after He Yuyao in the direction she had left.

He Yuyao struggled forward through knee-deep snow.

The wind and snow felt like knives on his face. Luckily, he had goggles to see where he was going, but he had to lower his head and bury his face in the fur collar of the coat he had taken from the enemy. It hurt so much.

The metal parts of the AK rifle were so cold they were sticky to the touch that he dared not hold it for long, and could only alternately tuck it into his clothes to keep it warm.

The roar of snowmobile engines came from afar behind me, growing ever closer.

His heart tightened, and he looked around. Apart from the vast snowfield and sparse, withered trees, there was almost nothing to cover him.

He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace towards a ditch half-covered by snow not far away. Expecting a baptism of icy water, he slid down only to find it completely frozen solid; he couldn't even touch the ice.

He had just settled down when the sound of the motorcycle stopped on the shore.

Then he heard someone shouting loudly in Russian, followed by the sound of footsteps searching in different directions.

He Yuyao held his breath, leaned against the cold earthen wall of the ditch, and gently pulled the bolt of the AK.

The sound of a bullet being chambered was barely audible in the silent snowy field.

A figure dressed in white snow camouflage clothing, holding a gun, cautiously peeked out from the edge of the ditch.

Without hesitation, He Yuyao raised her hand and fired a single shot. The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

"Down there!" someone shouted from the bank, and bullets rained down, sending snow and mud flying along the edge of the ditch. He Yuyao used the ditch's twists and turns to quickly reposition himself. He heard someone flanking him from the side.

He took out the pistol he had looted from the enemy, timed it perfectly, and pulled the trigger the instant the enemy showed his face.

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. The gunman who tried to surround him had a bloody hole in his forehead and fell backward.

The firepower on the shore paused for a moment, and He Yuyao knew that the enemy was reorganizing their attack.

He took a deep breath, suddenly leaned out from the other side of the ditch, and fired his gun at the spot where he remembered the motorcycle was parked.

A metallic clanging sound and a muffled groan followed as he emptied his magazine.

Not daring to linger, he immediately rolled backward and retreated deeper into the ditch.

Angry roars and frantic gunfire came from behind, but no one was chasing after him. Clearly, his repeated killings had frightened the enemy, making them more cautious. Next time they came, there would definitely be more than just this many people.

He didn't know how long he ran, until the gunshots were no longer audible, before he finally leaned against a sheltered embankment, panting heavily.

The wound on his left arm started bleeding again after strenuous exercise, and the cold and blood loss made him feel dizzy.

He took out the small flask and took a sip of the spicy vodka.

A surge of heat traveled from my throat to my stomach, dispelling some of the chill.

He had to find a way to contact the backup method Orian had mentioned, or hold out until rescue arrived.

After resting for a few minutes, he struggled to get up and continued walking downstream along the ditch.

After walking for a while, the snowstorm seemed to have subsided a bit, and the visibility improved slightly. He Yuyao looked around and realized that he was lost. All around him was the same scenery, a vast expanse of white.

Cursing those bastards for not even bringing a compass, He Yuyao continued moving. He needed to find a place to hide and rest; if he kept walking like this, he would freeze to death in the snowstorm.

He Yuyao tore open the chocolate and swallowed it whole, mixing it with the snow.

His body temperature rose slightly, but the tingling sensation in his extremities became increasingly pronounced. He had to move around.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the faint sound of dogs barking could be heard in the wind.

His heart sank—the other side had used tracking dogs.

He quickly surveyed the terrain and continued downstream along the ditch.

The ditch becomes shallow and narrow at the bend ahead, where it meets a birch forest.

The woods were not dense, but the tree trunks were thick enough to provide cover.

He ventured into the woods, chose a large, sheltered tree, and quickly piled up several shallow pits around the trunk with snow, altering the direction of his footprints to create the illusion that he had stayed there.

He then removed the AK's magazine, took out the last bit of chocolate from his pocket, and carefully smeared it on the magazine catch and the area around the bolt—the low temperature would cause the machine oil to solidify, and this little bit of sugar could temporarily prevent the mechanism from freezing.

After doing all that, he quickly climbed up a large tree with dense branches, lay down where the branches intersected, and covered his whole body with the white coat he had taken off earlier.

The barking of dogs and shouts of people grew closer.

Four wolfhounds pulled two gunmen into the woods first, followed by seven or eight armed enemies who spread out to search.

The wolfhound circled in the shallow pit under the tree, barking incessantly.

The pursuers closed in, pointing at the marks under the tree and exchanging loud conversations.

He Yuyao held his breath, slowly moving the gun barrel to aim at the two people holding the dog leash.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two precise shots.

The dog leash slipped from their hands, and the two people holding the dog fell to the ground. The wolfhound, startled, barked wildly and ran around in all directions.

The enemy below the tree was thrown into chaos, scrambling for cover and blindly firing at the tree.

He Yuyao had already slid down the tree trunk and, taking advantage of the chaos, crawled to another tree.

AK fired another short burst, knocking down an enemy who had exposed his side.

Someone spotted him and charged at him, yelling.

Instead of retreating, He Yuyao advanced, crouching low and lunging forward. His Bajiquan technique, "Tie Shan Kao," slammed into the opponent's chest, causing the man to stagger backward. He Yuyao then drew a pistol from the opponent's waist with his left hand, pressed it against the man's chin, and pulled the trigger.

He snatched the spare magazine from the other man and quickly retreated.

The bullets chased after him, hitting the birch tree trunks with a thud.

Suddenly, a huge roar came from overhead, and the wind intensified, whipping up a cloud of snow.

A Mi-8 helicopter skimmed low over the treetops, its cabin door wide open, and someone began firing a PKM machine gun downwards.

"Tap tap tap tap".

Thick mortars swept across the woodland, breaking branches and sending snow flying.

He Yuyao was suppressed by the firepower and couldn't lift her head.

He Yuyao emptied another magazine, took down two enemies, and rode a snowmobile out of the forest. Once out of the forest, he discovered that there was a wide, open frozen lake ahead.

The buzzing sound of the propellers behind me grew louder and louder.

The helicopter was chasing after him, machine gun bullets following the tracks of the snowmobile, sending ice shards flying.

He drove his snowmobile on the lake like he was ice skating, weaving and turning, leaving a mess in his wake. Suddenly the machine gun fire stopped; the enemy must have run out of ammunition.

He glanced back and was terrified as a rocket streaked towards him, leaving a trail of flame.

He twisted the accelerator hard, trying to rush out of the lake, but it was too late.

"boom!"

The ice surface trembled violently, blasting open a huge hole.

"Whoosh, boom!" The first shot missed, and then another shot came flying in.

Then came the cracking sound of ice, and He Yuyao's motorboat began to sink as it drove. At that moment, the machine gun fire started again. He Yuyao swung the front of the motorboat, and it plunged into the lake with him. The icy water instantly swallowed him up.

Behind me, there was a series of "plop plop plop" sounds as bullets hit the water.

He Yuyao quickly let go of the handlebars of the motorboat, fearing he would freeze to the ground, and sank to the bottom with it.

The heavy cotton coat, after absorbing water, pulled him down like a lead weight.

He struggled to kick off his boots, took off his heavy outer clothes, and surfaced. Before he could even catch his breath, the "putt-putt-putt" sound rang out again.

He plunged back into the water and hid under a thick block of ice; he could even hear the sound of bullets hitting the ice.

The firing stopped a few dozen seconds later, and he quickly poked his head out for air. He saw that the helicopter had begun to descend, obviously to come down and confirm the results of the battle.

Just then, several lights suddenly flashed in the woods on the opposite bank of the lake.

"Boom!"

A man-portable air defense missile accurately hit the helicopter's tail rotor.

The Mi-8 immediately lost its balance, spinning and plummeting in a cloud of black smoke, crashing onto the ice in the distance and exploding into a fireball.

Subsequently, several off-road vehicles equipped with snow chains rushed onto the lake shore, and several people dressed in white mountain combat uniforms and carrying assault rifles jumped out of the vehicles. They quickly dispersed and advanced, eliminating the remaining enemy gunmen with pinpoint fire.

One of the team members quickly slid to the edge of the ice hole and threw out a rope: "'Lone Wolf,' grab it!"

This was his code name in the Wolf Fang unit. He Yuyao knew without a doubt that his own people had arrived. He used his last bit of strength to grab the rope and was dragged onto the ice.

Immediately, someone wrapped him in a thick blanket and carried him to the vehicle.

"How did you all get here?" he asked, his teeth chattering.

"That's what the boss ordered."

"'Wolf Fang'?"

“I used to be one, there are a few others out there, but the rest aren’t,” said the one who threw the rope to him earlier.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" He Yuyao was speechless.

"He's hypothermic!" A team member deftly cut open his soaked undergarments with scissors and vigorously wiped his limbs and torso with a dry blanket to promote blood circulation.

Another person opened the first aid kit, took out the intravenous bag, warmed it slightly with their body heat, and then attached it to him to replenish his fluids.

"I can't sleep." He Yuyao's consciousness was a little blurry as she struggled against the overwhelming weariness that was creeping over her.

"Stay awake, 'Lone Wolf'!" The teammate slapped his cheek hard and then poured a mouthful of warm sugar-salt water into his mouth. "We're taking you home."

The vehicle bumped and jolted across the snow-covered plain.

About half an hour later, He Yuyao's trembling gradually subsided, and a trace of color returned to her face.

He leaned back in his chair and took a few deep breaths.

"How are you feeling?" a teammate asked.

"I'm alive again." He Yuyao's voice was hoarse, but much clearer. "Thanks."

"It's my job."

After walking for a while, He Yuyao recovered a bit and her eyes sharpened: "Have you found the lair of those bastards?"

"The 'Lone Wolf' boss's order is to get you home safely."

"Do you have any way to contact your family? I'll talk to the boss."

"We can go back to our base."

"it is good."

He Yuyao wasn't just after revenge. He felt that those people had more than just weapons. He had killed so many people, yet they were still relentlessly pursuing him. There was something seriously wrong with them. He wanted to ask his older brother's opinion. If they really had something good, they shouldn't let those guys in the west (including Interpol) have it.

(End of this chapter)