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"Only two of you came?" Mulan asked, turning to look at the two men as she stuffed the documents into a metal tube.

"Yes, it's just a purge of traitors, why do we need so many people?"

"Tsk, without logistical support, it's already pretty good that we managed to get this far. The people in the backyard are still as reckless and audacious as ever."

"Alright, the small boat is over there. Row out of the cave and along the coastline for a short distance, and you'll find a large red fishing boat. Just use the same method as your old hideout; they'll understand."

"Help me take this base map out. By the way, are you shields or blades?"

Old Wang tugged at his collar; it was prickly.

"A shield that doubles as a blade."

"However, our mission is not yet complete. You can leave on your own!"

"Alright, I've completed your task for you." Mulan blinked her big eyes, her youthful liveliness contrasting sharply with her somewhat aged face.

!

The two grown men looked at each other, bewildered: "How did you know about our mission?"

"It's about eliminating traitors. There haven't been many unfamiliar faces in Vladivostok lately. Are they those two from Tianshan? Their briefcases are over there. Check them yourself if you don't believe me."

Mulan shrugged indifferently. "I thought it was some important intelligence, but it's just someone's information. Comrade Jiang Xia, right?"

"You're lucky, these two are right next to my target..."

"I'm leaving. You guys better be quick on your feet. I don't need to explain how to pass on intelligence, right? Even though the naval base here is constantly expanding, don't waste my hard work, okay?"

"Wait, aren't you evacuating with us?"

"Hmm? Well, having two idiots deliver the data saves me from freezing! We have plenty of time; the patrol boat won't depart until an hour later. However, I reckon your hands still can't keep up with the propellers, so let's get going!"

Without mentioning that Lao Wang started searching the contents of the leather bag.

Our Mulan deftly turned a side path from the cave onto the beach. She continued along the coastline, the jagged rocks seemingly posing no obstacle to her.

Like a butterfly soaring into the sky, or an indomitable petrel. Before you know it, you've covered half the distance.

Ahead, a beach volleyball court with spotlights appeared before her.

A group of young people were holding something that looked like a volleyball, gathered in twos and threes, and looking towards the place where the explosion had occurred.

Mulan reached out and neatly wiped her face a few times, then tore the coarse cloth clothes she was wearing on her face into strips and threw them into the sea.

He revealed himself in the distinctive school uniform of the Alliance Far East University, and then began shouting:

“Пomoгnte!”

“Пomoгnte!”

Seeing someone approaching from the sound, she slowly entered the water from the other side of the reef, while furrowing her pretty willow-leaf eyebrows: "Hey, I still have to go into the water. I should make myself a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup."

“?Дapьr?”

"Oh my god! Talia has fallen into the water!"

"Blood! So much blood! Quick! Talia's injured!"

"Maxim, throw that damn ball away and come help!"

"You guys, lend a hand! Can't you see the little girl can't handle it?"

"Oh, my poor child..."

Talia and Mulan, whose faces had been pale, blushed slightly as they listened to the old woman's frantic shouts. The gray in their hair, after being washed by the sea, returned to its golden color.

As a group of people rushed towards the hospital carrying a stretcher, they ran into a group of police officers who were wandering around aimlessly. The leader tried to approach them to inquire about the situation, but was quickly rebuffed by the burly Russian woman.

Ah~~ I'm so tired.

Lying on the soft hospital bed, Mulan arched her back and slowly closed her eyes.

A gloomy face was visible through the glass of the hospital room.

"Are you sure she doesn't have any wounds? Is that just menstrual blood?"

"Ha, do you intend to examine yourself, comrade Lubyanka?" The female doctor in the white coat looked at the man with some disgust. "Your behavior is already offensive to a lady!"

"Why aren't you catching the murderer? What are you doing staring at a little girl? Do you really think she's capable of killing those strong men?"

Looking at the girl's delicate arms dangling outside the blankets, Sergeyev smiled self-deprecatingly.

An elderly man beside him frowned and looked at Sergeyev: "Davari, when the attack occurred, Talia was having physical education class with her classmates. She heard the explosion and accidentally fell into the water..."

"As for why she should stay away from the activity area, I think the doctor has already explained it to you. All the classmates can testify for her!"

"Report!" A peaked cape rushed into the corridor. "The patrol boat has spotted an unregistered small boat at the border."

Sergeyev gently touched the brim of his hat to the group: "Well then, excuse me. Are the victims' bodies kept downstairs?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Sergeyev turned around, put on his peaked cap, and walked toward the hospital morgue.

"Sir? Shall we go take a look at that small boat?"

Sergeyev replied smugly, "It's no use, but our remains will tell us the answer."

Hearing Sergeyev's words, the man in the peaked cap seemed to have heard something amusing; he moved his mouth but said nothing.

The basement, under the stark white light.

Sergeyev stared blankly at the charred mess in front of him.

“Tsk~~~”

Sergeyev's cold gaze swept over, and the peaked cap that was still laughing twitched.

Bah! What's the point of watching this?

It was a wasted trip...

Wait, that's not right. Those brother and sister seem to be relatives of that general from Tianshan. If we spread this news, even the dead can be of use!

Sergeyev's smile was sinister.

As for the other people who met with those two, just give them a medal of honor.

Who told you not to survive?

……

Mulan listened to the conversation outside the door until it faded away, then put the small knife back under her pillow. Ignoring the slight pain in her lower abdomen, she filled a glass with water from the tap.

The cold liquid entering my stomach gave me a jolt of energy, but the pain in my lower abdomen became even more pronounced.

"Damn Russians, they won't drink hot water..."

Mulan's face was scrunched up as she lay on the bed, her body curled up.

She covered her stomach with one hand and opened the other, looking at the bright red in her palm, before clenching it and resting it under her little face.

"I really want to go home~~"

"Jiang Xia? He's not even as old as me, and he's researched so much? That's amazing. No wonder he doesn't want to release the information..."

"Little one, thank your big sister."

"Ouch~~ It hurts so much, it's even more uncomfortable than electric shock... I want to drink hot water..."

……

Old Wang and Big Guy huddled together, shivering against the diesel engine of the fishing boat.

There was a small basin in front of the two of them, and the information about the little cub had turned back into flames, which added a bit of warmth to the two of them.

"Old Wang, is our mission complete?"

"The process doesn't matter, as long as there's a result!"

"I wonder if Mulan can escape..." Old Wang stared at the flames, seemingly lost in thought.

"Tsk, why don't we burn this as paper money for Buddha? Let him bless our comrades..."

"You need to have your ideological education classes retaken..."

Next, the two grown men muttered to themselves, and one name after another came out of their mouths.

"Six, I'll send you the information about the person we're protecting. Because of him, we have another comrade in a den of thieves. You must protect her!"

"Company Commander, although you didn't see what Liberation looked like, look at these documents. Isn't the little guy amazing? We still have comrades in the enemy camp to protect him, so please take good care of him!"

This is considered,

Old traditions in the new era?