Chapter 193: Crisis Averted
Ding! “Perspective activated.”
As soon as the system spoke, Ning Xiyue gained the eyes of the little mosquito, and in her mind appeared the view from the next room — pitch black.
From her own room, however, she saw the back of a stranger reaching toward the bed. But on the bed, there was nothing — completely empty.
Ning Xiyue guessed he might have intended to take a hostage. Jumping from the adjacent window into her room was likely an attempt to kidnap her and use her to escape.
After all, there were many people outside; escaping easily was impossible, so he might as well take a risk.
But he was doomed to disappointment — the room was just an empty shell, nothing inside. Once she realized this, she certainly wasn’t going to sit there and wait to be caught; she would disrupt the enemy’s plan.
The dark figure angrily rubbed the quilt, then, hearing a slight noise at the door, leaned against the wall near the window with his weapon ready, waiting to strike.
Comrade Ji cautiously entered with his pistol. Seeing that the bed was empty, his heart skipped a beat. His eagle-like eyes scanned the room, finally focusing on the window.
Gripping his gun tighter, he slowly approached.
The figure behind the curtain, for reasons unknown, quickly leaped out the window.
Comrade Ji’s shot missed, and he quickly ran toward the window.
The enemy’s hand had already clawed onto the protruding outer wall in the direction of Ning Xiyue and her brother’s room.
Judging by his movements, she could tell what he was planning.
Ning Xiyue muttered an expletive in her mind, but she had already leaped toward the window like a cheetah the instant the enemy intended to escape.
One second later, she reached the window.
Activating the little mosquito perspective, her eyes acted like radar. Without emitting any light or probing, her vision automatically locked onto the enemy’s hand, veins bulging, gripping the left window wall.
“Baka! Misjudgment, damn it!”
The man cursed under his breath, dodging bullets from below with all his might while remaining cautious of Comrade Ji above, who might strike suddenly.
The people downstairs likely intended to capture him alive, so they weren’t shooting at vital points, but just taunting him was enough to make him suffer.
Upon hearing the expletive, Ning Xiyue immediately recognized him. Her eyes ignited with fierce fire.
Who did she think it was?
It was a little Japanese soldier!
Suppressing her surge of emotions, she leaned against the window to watch his dying struggle. But her fists hardened; the brick and gun in her hands were ready at any moment.
Since he was a Japanese soldier, she wouldn’t let him go.
Meanwhile, Ji Yanming, originally in her room with a pistol, didn’t approach the window. Instead, using the moonlight, he inspected all possible hiding spots inside for enemies.
He knew his comrades downstairs could handle things for now; he didn’t need to act yet. He only worried the enemy might use hostages to threaten others. Their priority was protecting civilians and property.
Knowing this was Ning Xiyue’s room, he felt anxious, wanting to get her out to avoid injury during a firefight, while also fearing someone might be hiding her in a corner.
Ji Yanming cursed himself internally — why had he chosen this guesthouse? Too coincidental.
Through the mosquito perspective, Ning Xiyue caught a glimpse of him inspecting every possible hiding spot in the room — on the bed, under the bed, behind the door. The less-than-ten-square-meter room felt like a hundred under his scrutiny.
He instructed a comrade to check the next room. Hearing the noise outside hadn’t stopped, he frowned, gun in hand, and moved toward the window to deal with the intruder.
Ning Xiyue retracted the perspective — the little Japanese soldier’s hand was now on the windowsill in front of her.
Her blood boiled, and a cruel smile curved on her lips.
Since they wanted to keep him alive for Ji and the others to gather intel, she would spare his life but play with him — no gun, just the brick.
The brick, treated with some special powders, shot out like a spring, bang! hitting his hand on the windowsill.
Crack! The finger bones fractured.
Thud! The brick fell onto his face. He didn’t see it coming; his face was completely covered by the brick.
The powders — the “itch-inducing” powder and the “sterilizing eunuch” powder — entered his eyes, nose, and mouth, seeping into his bloodstream.
Ning Xiyue gave him no chance to see her, no chance to recover.
“Ah—”
A scream echoed as he fell.
At that instant, Comrade Ji, quick as ever, fired a shot to the leg of the falling man.
Ning Xiyue’s brick, Ji Yanming’s gunshot, and the fall from the second floor caused three separate injuries. Even with some survival skills, he couldn’t move.
He lay like a cornered dog, vomiting blood, both nostrils streaming, his right leg bleeding from the gunshot. Unlike others, who might have blood trickling from the mouth, his teeth came out along with the blood.
Yes, Ning Xiyue’s brick had knocked out all his teeth and broken his nose.
This was the correct way to handle it.
Don’t assume that just because the comrades didn’t go all out, there was no danger — her brick was deadly. Pain had to be delivered, powders administered.
The itch powder tormented both mind and body, while the eunuch powder was her personal touch for a stubborn Japanese soldier.
The comrades downstairs immediately surrounded him, guns raised.
After disarming him, two comrades lifted him like a chicken and carried him away.
Ning Xiyue moved her hand; the brick, originally left neglected in the gutter downstairs, quietly returned to her. Its dirt automatically cleaned off, and it returned to her bag.
[Ding! External environment secure. Crisis averted.”]
Patting her hands, Ning Xiyue stored the gun back in the space.
Ning Qingyuan, worried, ran over, holding her hand: “Sister, are you okay? You scared me to death! Suddenly running over here, I didn’t see you and almost cried.”
“I’m fine. The bad guy tried to climb in, but I knocked him down with a brick,” Ning Xiyue reassured, patting his arm. “Brother, give me the gun. I’ll put it away.”
Without hesitation, Ning Qingyuan handed the gun back to her.
Just as Ning Xiyue secured the pistol, there was a knock at the door.
The siblings exchanged a glance and immediately adjusted their expressions.
Ning Xiyue noticed her brother’s face — 70% fear, 50% shock, 30% relief after surviving. She silently gave him a thumbs-up: “Impressive.”
Unexpectedly, her brother was quite dramatic.
Opening the door revealed Comrade Ji and his comrades.
The three conspirators from the room next door had been captured by Ji’s team.
Outside, only some soldiers remained, checking the floor and reassuring the residents.
“You two alright?”
Ji Yanming carefully observed them, his gaze sweeping over the siblings, lingering a moment longer on Ning Xiyue to check for injuries.
“We’re fine, Comrade Ji. What happened? Who was that by the window? My brother and I were writing by the window when suddenly a hand appeared. It scared us so much we couldn’t help but hit it with a brick,” Ning Xiyue explained, cautiously glancing at him. “That person falling — it’s not my fault, right?”
Ning Qingyuan mirrored her expressions, playing along.
Ji Yanming shook his head, relieved. “No, you’re fine. That person was the one we were after. You were just protecting yourselves. As long as you’re unharmed, I’m at ease.”
Ning Xiyue happily added, “That’s a relief. Comrade Ji, I need to tell you something — I put my special powders on him.”
