Chapter 342: Enemy of the World

Xiao Yu’s reputation for flipping out was no secret in National Security.

Everyone still remembered when this little brother first met the various group leaders and Zhou Lie, the head of Group Nine, wanted to test him.

The result? 

Zhou Lie later admitted he almost died!

Over time, everyone came to understand Xiao Yu’s close relationship with Wang Dong. Whenever Wang Dong chatted with others, he often praised Xiao Yu, calling him an exceptional little brother.

But there were a few lines that should never be crossed with him.

First, his wife.

Second, his family.

Third, his friends and fellow police officers.

And above all, never, ever try to trick him.

The consequences would be severe otherwise. Severe enough that if Xiao Yu snapped, one might end up with nightmares.

Wang Dong may have spoken with a smile back then, but anyone listening knew he wasn’t joking.

Would Shen Mei really travel all the way from the Capital to Bincheng just to mess with Xiao Yu?

Not a chance. She had too many pressing matters to handle in National Security.

Seeing Xiao Yu’s expression darken, she quickly clarified, “It is indeed a house design, but not just any house. It’s a structure similar to a hidden shelter, you could even call it a treasure.”

Xiao Yu, “…”

‘I can barely hold back the prehistoric rage boiling inside me. Enough already! What era do you think we’re living in? And now you’re telling me about treasure?’

“Sister Shen, I’ve actually had a question on my mind for years.” Xiao Yu’s expression turned deadly serious. “It’s been five whole years—how exactly has Grey Wolf survived all this time?”

Shen Mei, “…”

Now it was her turn to be speechless.

‘Brother, I’m talking to you about a case, and you’re bringing up Grey Wolf? Is that really appropriate?’

But Xiao Yu had the same thought.

‘I’m discussing a case, and you’re talking about blueprints, treasures. Does this even make sense?’

“I’m not joking.” Shen Mei sighed. “Decades ago, foreign enemies invaded our country and looted a significant amount of valuable assets.”

‘Here we go. First, it was a house, then a treasure, and now, archaeology?’ Xiao Yu twitched his mouth, inwardly groaning.

‘What’s next? Are you going to tell me that the greatest distance in the world isn’t life and death, or even unrequited love, but the distance between the inside and outside of a warm blanket in winter?’

“Back then, these foreign forces used those blueprints to construct ten underground facilities across the country.” Shen Mei’s expression turned grave. “Most of these locations contained assets they were unable to take with them when they left, precious metals, antiques, classified materials, even criminal evidence. Seven of these sites have already been found.”

Xiao Yu blinked but said nothing.

‘I don’t even have the strength to complain about how cliché this sounds. Fine, let the absurdity keep coming.’

“The missing pieces are the remaining three blueprints,” Shen Mei continued, staring at Xiao Yu. “We have to retrieve them.”

“Alright, I have a few questions. First,” Xiao Yu nodded. “How did a retired agent even get these blueprints?”

Something so important wasn’t exactly a tissue one could just misplace. It had to be stored securely, right?

How did something like that just get lost?

‘And who the hell lets just anyone walk into places like that?’

“It wasn’t the original documents, he took photos.” Shen Mei shook her head. “At the time, he wasn’t retired yet and had access to the blueprints.”

“Second question.” Xiao Yu smirked. “If that’s the case, how did you confirm that he was the one who photographed the blueprints?”

“We traced his movements and found that he appeared near a known underground shelter built by the foreign forces,” Shen Mei explained.

“Third question.” Xiao Yu frowned. “These are just blueprints, right? They only show the structure and design of these underground shelters. It’s not like they’re actual treasure maps. So what use are they?”

“They’re extremely useful.” Shen Mei’s expression grew even more serious. “We don’t know the exact locations of the last two shelters, but the only way to enter them is with the blueprints. Even if someone finds the entrance, they won’t be able to get inside. If they try to force entry, it will trigger a self-destruct mechanism. Out of the seven facilities we’ve found, four were destroyed, one self-destructed, and only two were successfully accessed.”

‘Why does this feel like I’m in a National Treasure movie,’ Xiao Yu swallowed his complaints.

Instead, he focused on piecing together the key points of Shen Mei’s explanation.

Ten hidden underground shelters had been built by foreign forces.

These sites contained valuable assets, classified materials, and criminal evidence.

No actual maps existed—only ten blueprints that served as the only way to enter.

Seven shelters had been discovered, and one of the remaining three had been located.

A retired special agent was in possession of the remaining blueprints.

To prevent further risk, the retired agent must be found, and the blueprints must be recovered.

‘That about sums it up, right?’

“What’s his motive?” Xiao Yu’s gaze locked onto Shen Mei’s eyes. “Don’t tell me that a seasoned special agent who made it all the way to retirement just suddenly got greedy and decided to dig up hidden shelters to get rich. I don’t buy it.”

He really didn’t.

People who had spent their entire careers serving the country didn’t just wake up one day and turn into criminals.

It was like soldiers and police officers—

The probability of them committing crimes after retirement was so low that it was almost nonexistent.

And special agents? Those were next-level people.

Take Wang Dong, for example. That man had already committed himself to the shadows to protect national security.

If anyone told Xiao Yu that Wang Dong would one day betray the country, Xiao Yu would be the first to spit in their face and call them an idiot.

“Wang Dong once said you’re too smart for your own good.” Shen Mei’s expression turned complicated. “The situation is not simple. The truth is people outside our country are looking for those three remaining shelters.”

Foreign forces… Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes. “And?”

“His child was kidnapped.”

Shen Mei sighed heavily.

‘Now it makes sense.’

Xiao Yu’s expression turned from cold to ice-cold.

In the past, he might not have fully understood a parent’s desperation. But ever since his wife became pregnant—ever since he was about to become a father himself—he understood.

A child is a parent’s *life*.

And using a child as leverage against a parent?

It’s the simplest, crudest, yet most effective form of coercion.

In his past life, Xiao Yu had watched a movie based on true events.

A father, for the sake of his daughter, became the enemy of the world.