Chapter 312 - 312 312 Secret Escort

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312: Chapter 312: Secret Escort 312: Chapter 312: Secret Escort The Mercedes started up slowly, moving away from the hospital entrance; no one seemed to notice throughout the ordeal, except for Nightmare in the second-floor ward, who watched the car disappear from her view and sighed deeply. Illusion Fox, this time, you surely won’t love me anymore. Nightmare closed the curtains, walked slowly to the bedside, pulled back the covers, and lay down. She quickly drifted off into a drowsy sleep. ... Hong Kong, this unique city, has endured a hundred years of trials to finally achieve today’s prosperity. Because it’s located in the south, the weather there is exceptionally hot and humid. “Mommy, Mommy, there are so many dragonflies in the sky.” In the evening, a little girl, looking out the window, spoke to the plain woman behind her, her innocent large eyes filled with childlike wonder. “Yes, dear.” The woman behind her smiled tenderly, extending her finger to which a dragonfly landed gently, touching lightly before it took off, fluttering its wings. Looking up at the multitude of dragonflies in the sky, densely packed against the glowing sunset, the thin wings refracted sparkling light. The woman couldn’t help but sigh to herself that a torrential downpour was coming. “Little Ya, hurry and bring in the clothes; it’s going to rain soon. Once you’re done, we can have dinner,” the woman said with a smile. “Okay, Mommy.” ... Hong Kong, the docks. Late at night, a violent rainstorm. In the past, the dockworkers would load and unload cargo here no matter the weather. Due to special policies, shipping containers were continuously poured into this place day and night, making the docks extremely busy. But not today. The loud sound of the pouring rain accompanied by howling winds and occasional thunderous rumbling; today, the docks were devoid of their usual hustle and were deserted instead, all due to an order issued by the Hong Kong Security Department in the afternoon. The docks were in complete lockdown until midnight the next day, an extremely rare directive. In the security room, three men in security guard uniforms were idly playing the card game “Fight the Landlord” under the flickering light of an incandescent bulb. “Plane, three with one, Old Wang, Ma, you guys are losing this round.” One of the men, speaking with a thick Hong Kong accent, collected the change from the opposite table. “Ah, Yu, I don’t want to play anymore, this is so boring, and on such terrible weather too,” the man called Ma pushed the playing cards aside and slumped onto the table, listlessly. “There’s nothing we can do about it; that’s how it is,” Yu walked over to the window, looked out at the heavy rain pouring down, and exclaimed, “Haven’t seen such a rainstorm in ten years.” That night, only the three of them squeezed into the ten square meters security booth. “Hey, Old Wang, do you know why the docks are sealed off today?” Yu turned his head and asked the security guard named Old Wang, the oldest and most experienced among them. “You guys have no idea.” Old Wang waved his hand, made a gesture, and signaled the others to bring their ears closer. “Today, I saw a bunch of soldiers, carrying these,” Old Wang extended his index finger and thumb, making a figure eight gesture with his hands. “Guns, what’s going on with that?” Yu couldn’t help but exclaim, and then subconsciously lifted his head to peer out the window, looking around. “Don’t just look around, be careful not to get shot,” Ma yelled, startling Yu who fell off the chair. “Hahaha, look how scared you got,” Ma and Old Wang laughed out loud. “Bang.” Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and the light bulb above burst, plunging the room into darkness, startling all three. “It must be the light bulb that’s gotten old, Yu, go change it,” Ma, holding a flashlight, shone it on the charred ceiling. “Clang.” Suddenly, the sound of steel pipes falling came from outside. “What’s that noise? Ma, go check it out,” Old Wang said. “Why does it have to be me?” Ma thought, unwilling to go outside and face the storm. “Stop the chit-chat and just go,” Old Wang snatched a raincoat from the wall and handed it to Ma. ....... Two minutes later, Yu was still rummaging for a new light bulb, while Ma had yet to return. “That lad, why hasn’t he come back?” Old Wang muttered to himself when suddenly a thunderous boom shook the tiny security booth and caused the old windows to fling open, with the torrential rain and howling wind rushing in. “Damn it, this rotten window,” Old Wang hurried to close the window, feeling the cold rain splash on his face, mixed with a faint smell of blood. “Ah, I finally found it,” Yu said, holding the light bulb and twisting it in place, flicked the switch, and the bright light spread once again. “Where’s Ma, why hasn’t he come back?” Yu spoke with a smile, but it froze when he saw Old Wang’s face... “Old Wang, your... your face,” Yu’s expression twisted into one of extreme shock, “it’s blood.” “What blood?” Old Wang unconsciously touched his face, his hand coming away covered in blood mixed with rainwater... “Boom,” another thunderclap, and the booth was once again engulfed in pitch darkness and silence. Behind the thunder that echoed in the sky were two gunshots that went unnoticed. ....... At the Hong Kong docks, where ships were anchored. Rows of fully armed personnel stood neatly on both sides, holding their steel guns firmly, as the rain slid down their raincoats. An officer was pacing back and forth anxiously, glancing at his watch as if waiting for something. At last, a vessel slowly made its way over, and a man disembarked, holding a box the size of a backpack. “Hello, I’m in charge of the escort, here’s the paperwork,” the officer approached, handing over a document, eyeing the man in the black raincoat, his pale face a stark contrast to the ominous black box in his hands, like Pandora’s box, exuding a strange power that tempted one to open it. “Guard it closely,” the man simply stated these four words after glancing at the document before turning and boarding the ship. “All personnel, cover the transport vehicle,” the officer clutched the box tightly as if it were a little girl’s beloved toy, worried it would be snatched away, and hurried onto a bulletproof jeep transport vehicle. Rows of soldiers boarded several other military vehicles, all circling the jeep transport in their midst. As the officer got into the vehicle, he urged the driver to leave the place quickly, the box in his hand seemingly continuing to lure him, tempting him to open it and discover its secrets. Blankly, his hand moved toward the latch, but he suddenly snapped back to reality, retracting his hand as if shocked by electricity. He remembered the strict warning given by his superior before departure. Under no circumstances open this thing.

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