Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 253 - 252: Three Trips in One Day

Chapter 253: Chapter 252: Three Trips in One Day

"Fuck! Brother, run! Jump out the window!"

Laosan sprang from his seat, spreading his arms, and lunged at Su Yuncheng.

He had heard too many stories about this man and knew he was no match for him, but he thought that if he could just stall for Brother, giving him a chance to escape, then at least one of the brothers could make it back.

Bai Bo was already cursing and trying to pry the car window open. The autumn air was chilly, and nobody liked the cold breeze, so the windows were shut tightly.

Sweat poured from his forehead, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Su Yuncheng sitting there calmly, not stopping him, as if he was certain that Bai Bo couldn’t escape.

This made Bai Bo perspire even more.

Laosan, who had pounced toward Su Yuncheng, was kicked back into his seat, but not by Su Yuncheng.

Company Commander Zhou pounced from the side, kicked Laosan, then immediately drew a gun and held it to his head: "Don’t move!"

The sequential actions were as smooth as flowing water, completed in the blink of an eye.

Laosan was kicked in the stomach, and when he fell, his head hit the carriage wall, seeing stars. By the time they cleared, what he saw was the dark muzzle of the gun.

He grabbed Company Commander Zhou’s wrist with one hand, screaming from the depths of his soul: "Brother! Run! Don’t worry about me! Take care of mom for me!"

Bai Bo, went back to his seat.

Laosan’s eyes reddened even more when he saw his action: "Brother? Brother!"

Bai Bo shook his head at him.

He turned to Su Yuncheng, his voice filled with endless exhaustion: "Did you know we would be sitting here?"

The windows were locked and could not be opened.

He couldn’t understand, they had chosen these seats themselves, was it just a coincidence?

Su Yuncheng glanced at him, his voice cool and detached: "Every window on this train is locked."

In a situation like this, he would never bet. Otherwise, he would have come to capture them as soon as the train started moving.

Waiting all the way here was simply to make them feel safe, to let their guard down a bit.

Bai Bo looked at Su Yuncheng and suddenly burst into wild laughter.

He laughed so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, laughed until tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Fine, fine! Great!" Bai Bo sneered with teeth clenched, the sunset light streaming through the window landing on his bald head, slightly dazzling. It seemed he had come to terms with his fate, clutching his fist like a trapped animal groaning in despair, "To have Major Su go through all this trouble for me, it’s worth it!"

Su Yuncheng: "You’re overthinking it."

"Eh?"

"I’m after the deputy director of the mine, the head of the Grain Station, the manager of the food factory... you, you’re just a witness."

"..."

Su Yuncheng wasn’t lying. The task list Sun Bo gave him was long, involving leaders from several units in the provincial city. These people and factories, seemingly unrelated, had only one point of intersection—the provincial city’s black market.

Catching these people one by one would definitely trigger a chain reaction, making it difficult to ensure that these parasites would all be caught. If the evidence was insufficient, they might even have to release some of them.

In comparison, capturing Bai Bo was obviously much simpler.

Evidence? The piles of goods and account books in the black market were ironclad proof, and with Bai Bo as a witness, it was enough to convict them. Most importantly, any commotion caused by Bai Bo would only be seen as a strike against the black market and wouldn’t cause concern for those sitting high up.

Bai Bo thought he was in a game with Su Yuncheng. In reality, he was just an easier route Su Yuncheng had chosen, and that was all.

...

Lin Nianhe leaned against a tree, panting hard, waving to Feng Wei not far away: "Brother Feng, quick, come help me... I can’t carry it anymore..."

Feng Wei ran over quickly, picked up the basket Lin Nianhe was carrying on her back, and smelling the aroma inside, he couldn’t help asking: "Sister Lin, what did you make?"

"Rice cake," Lin Nianhe replied, sitting on a big rock nearby, waving her hands to fan herself.

Feeding almost a hundred people, even if it was just with dry rations and salted vegetables, was enough for her to endure.

Thankfully there was a space, she would leave with food on her back and after entering the woods, she’d put things from the basket into the space, and then take them out when she was close to the destination.

Even so, she was exhausted. Which well-to-do family’s daughter could run to the mountains three times a day!

Holding the basket, Feng Wei called over two comrades to distribute the dry rations, and very perceptively took a large leaf to fan Lin Nianhe, while ingratiatingly saying: "You’ve worked hard, Sister Lin. Once this affair is over, I’ll treat you to a meal!"

In the past, when they were on missions, they would gnaw on cold steamed buns, and when luck was bad, going hungry for two days was possible.

Although the food Lin Nianhe brought was simple, it was at least warm, timely, and filling – sheer bliss!

Lin Nianhe feigned weakness for a while, then, leaning on a tree, she got up and told him: "Sorry, Brother Feng, I can’t ask someone else to do this, and I can’t carry that much myself... One piece of rice cake per person for you guys, and those others, four people share one piece. Let them be hungry, lest they get energized and start making trouble if they’re full."

The distribution of food these days had always been this way—the guards got enough to eat; the guarded wouldn’t starve to death.

Now they were so hungry that they saw stars; forget rebelling – even standing up made them dizzy.

Feng Wei chuckled and nodded: "Alright, Sister Lin, rest assured. You should hurry down the mountain after a short rest, it’s going to get dark soon."

They, the guards, also had rules – allowing entry but not exit; he couldn’t take the lead in breaking the rules to escort Lin Nianhe.

"Mm, I’ll go check on them."

Saying so, Lin Nianhe followed Feng Wei toward the small cave not far away.

In the cave, fifty people tied hand and foot were squeezed together; some were sleeping against others, some stared blankly at the cave entrance, while others, having thought of something, were swallowing their saliva heavily.

The only one that looked somewhat human was Laoer—he sat leaning against the wall, frowning as if pondering over life.

And at the entrance of the cave, fifteen comrades with rifles stood guard, they were divided into two shifts that rotated, and the resting shift would further split in two, taking turns to keep watch.

Looking at the fully utilized cave, Lin Nianhe sincerely thought that if the cave were personified, the first thing it would say upon seeing her would definitely be ’Pay the rent!’

She glanced at Laoer pretending to sleep, and as if casually, said to Feng Wei: "Brother Feng, hold on a little longer. The other side still hasn’t replied to me, and these people can’t be moved yet."

Feng Wei said nonchalantly: "We’re fine, we can stay in the wild for a month or two, but you – can you keep up?"

He noticed Lin Nianhe had lost weight these past three days, which worried him.

Worried that Lin Nianhe might fall ill, and also that Brother Cheng, upon returning and seeing Sister Lin in such a state, might kick him to death.

Lin Nianhe saw Laoer’s eyes open and look at her, the astonishment and disbelief in his eyes particularly evident.

She pretended not to see, and with a smile said to Feng Wei: "I’ll try."

After that, she didn’t look at Laoer again, greeted Feng Wei, and then went down the mountain.

Laoer craned his neck to watch Lin Nianhe walk away, wanting to call her back for clarification, to understand what "not replying to her" meant.

What did it mean for Big Brother not to reply? Were they being abandoned?

Laoer’s heart sank.

Lin Nianhe descended the mountain at a slow pace; it was her third climb today, her legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead, her feet also sore and swollen.

As it grew dark, she walked forward with the aid of a flashlight and the support of trees.

"Rustle... crack..."

The sound of branches being stepped on and breaking reached her ears.

Lin Nianhe immediately stopped in her tracks, held her breath, and looked towards the source of the sound.

There, a tall figure stood.