Chapter 343: An Existence Comparable to 007

“Something on your mind?”

Mu Qingwu gently pinched her husband’s handsome cheek as she gazed at him, lost in thought, his head resting on her lap.

“There’s a messy case at National Security. It might be a bit troublesome.”

Coming back to his senses, Xiao Yu pressed his ear against his wife’s pregnant belly, listening to the baby’s occasional movements, grinning with joy.

“Matters of the state can’t be delayed.”

She stroked his cheek and smiled softly.

Looking at the tenderness on Mu Qingwu’s delicate face, Xiao Yu sometimes forgot just how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

Any woman who can captivate a man with just her inner qualities—without relying on outward appearance—is absolutely lethal.

“I don’t want to talk about that.” Xiao Yu sat up and gently hugged his wife, nuzzling into her embrace before looking up. “Kiss me.”

Spoiled again… Mu Qingwu sighed helplessly, like a mother indulging a mischievous child, and leaned down to kiss him. 

“A great hero who has cracked countless cases and earned endless commendations is here acting like a spoiled child in his sister’s arms. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Not at all.” He burrowed deeper into her embrace and mumbled, “They can’t see anyway.”

Mu Qingwu chuckled, holding onto her big baby.

“Alright, enough. Don’t keep them waiting.”

“Mmm!”

Savoring the last bit of warmth in his wife’s embrace, Xiao Yu then lifted his head and kissed her lips.

***

Outside the house, Xiao Yu looked up at the roaring rotor blades of the armed helicopter, feeling speechless.

Why was it always like this?

Just because it was faster?

Then why not just send a fighter jet?

‘Oh, right… no runway. Fair enough.’

He climbed the rope ladder and boarded the helicopter. Inside, he caught sight of Shen Mei and, before settling into his seat, waved at Mu Qingwu below. She waved back, her eyes filled with reluctance but even more with tenderness.

As the helicopter soared into the distance, a thought surfaced in her mind.

‘When he left home, he was a spirited young man, dressed in fine robes, riding a magnificent steed. When he returns, he will be a hero.’

No. Her husband had once said—no matter what, even if he had to crawl, he would return home.

And he would return covered in medals and honor.

Cradling her belly with both hands, a gentle, maternal glow spread across Mu Qingwu’s face.

“Let’s wait for Daddy to come home together~.”

***

Six hours later, the armed helicopter landed on a highway.

Xiao Yu and Shen Mei stepped off and boarded a black business vehicle.

A convoy of vehicles sped down the road.

“Brother Zhou.”

Inside the car, Xiao Yu shook hands with Zhou Lie, the leader of Group Nine.

Zhou Lie, who usually wore a cold, serious expression, managed a rare smile. But Xiao Yu couldn’t smile back.

If even Group Nine was mobilized, it meant this mission must be serious.

The convoy headed straight to the outskirts of a county town. Thirty minutes later, the cars came to a halt outside a pig farm.

He could see a group of armed police officers, fully equipped, surrounding the farm, maintaining strict security. Special agents were conducting investigations. Iodine tungsten floodlights had been set up, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.

Accompanied by the two group leaders, Xiao Yu walked in.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze, deep as the night sky, flickered with intelligence and cold determination as he scanned every corner.

Finally, they reached a livestock area where a pigpen had been completely excavated, revealing an underground passage leading below.

Xiao Yu’s expression grew increasingly complex.

A hidden treasure in this day and age?

Yet here it was, right before his eyes.

Was this the difference between reality and fiction?

Clicking his tongue, he stepped into the underground passage.

It stretched far, sloping gently downward for over twenty meters. The walls were built with reinforced concrete and steel. Despite the passage of decades, it showed no signs of deterioration.

Solid. Not even a single crack.

Xiao Yu found it hard to believe.

Had cement and construction techniques really been this advanced back then?

Finally, they stopped before a massive, opened iron door.

Xiao Yu’s heart skipped a beat as he noticed something.

The inner frame of the iron door had been deliberately damaged. The destruction was done from the outside, breaking inward.

Scattered on the ground were a few severed steel wires.

“What were these used for?”

His pupils shrank as he asked the question.

“Detonators,” Shen Mei said coldly. “If you don’t disable them first, opening the door by even five centimeters would trigger an explosion.”

Xiao Yu frowned.

Could explosives from decades ago still be functional?

The answer was yes.

If they had been kept dry, sealed in wax, and stored properly, they could still detonate.

This method of preservation was highly complex, requiring high-quality explosives and gunpowder.

For example, sealed pressure mines.

Even if exposed to moisture and weathering, they could still explode.

He recalled what Shen Mei had mentioned before—of the seven discovered shelters, four had been detonated upon discovery.

That must have been the reason.

Without the architectural blueprints, not knowing where the explosives were hidden, recklessly entering meant certain disaster.

The shelter was vast, with some contents still left inside.

Several opened crates filled with silver coins and gold bars could be seen, along with sealed wax-covered boxes containing documents.

Xiao Yu had no interest in the valuables and asked, “Where’s the important intel?”

Zhou Lie handed him a military-grade tablet.

Glancing at it, Xiao Yu’s expression stiffened.

Wu Hanran, Male, 48 years old. Joined the military at 16…

Sixteen?

In those days, it was possible to enlist at sixteen. 

At 19, he was transferred to a reconnaissance unit. By 20, he entered a military academy for two years. Due to his outstanding performance, he was recruited into National Security at 22 and became a special operative.

Nothing unusual so far.

The elite agents in National Security were mostly former military personnel. Just like Shen Mei, the leader of Group Five, and Zhou Lie, the leader of Group Nine.

Even in the police force, many officers were veterans who had transitioned into law enforcement.

It was common.

At 22, Wu Hanran underwent intensive training at the National Security.

By 27, he had officially joined the Fifth Special Operations Group.

He served in Group Five for twenty years.

One first-class merit.

Four second-class merits.

Six third-class merits.

And numerous group commendations.

At 47, he retired due to injuries. He was highly decorated and revered. And yet, just two months ago, he stood against his own country.

Xiao Yu looked up, his expression conflicted.

A veteran special operative with over twenty years of experience was someone comparable to 007.

Capturing him would be incredibly difficult.

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