klisemfg Chapter 1025 Xiao Bao's Journey is Safe
Chapter 1025 Xiao Bao's Journey is Safe
As night fell, a helicopter broke through the clouds and flew steadily in the night sky.
Inside the cabin, a group of people dressed in black civilian clothes exuded a chilling aura of armed force.
They stared solemnly ahead, a silent weight filling the air.
Lu Feng's expression was grim, and he lowered his voice, saying, "This mission is arduous, and the situation on the Sea Shark is complex."
Everyone must be careful and strictly follow Master Jing's instructions—the core objective is to rescue the little girl named Coco and her father.
He swept his sharp gaze across the crowd. "Now, report your names individually."
In case... I mean in case something unexpected happens, at least someone will still remember our names.
A clear and resounding response immediately came from the first row: "Shi Tiejun!" "Gu Shoucheng!" "Fang Zhongrui!"
"Chu Xiangfeng!" "Zhong Huaijin!" "Meng Zhaowu!" "Chen Yun!" "Lu Beichuan!" "Kuang Wenxun!" "Wen Zhengbin!"
“Okay.” Lu Feng nodded, his tone slow but firm. “I have encrypted everyone’s names and information and sent them to Master Jing.”
"Don't worry, as long as Master Jing is here, your family will be properly taken care of."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pilot's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "We have reached the airspace above Yunding Mountain and are preparing to land."
The helicopter slowly descended, and the outlines of the mountains gradually became visible in the night breeze.
The trees are lush and green, and the moonlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. At the foot of the mountain, a manor is brightly lit, like a lonely island in the dark night.
The helicopter landed smoothly on the estate's private helipad, the cabin door opened with a "whoosh," and the group of people quickly jumped out, their movements as swift as cheetahs.
As the helicopter took off again and flew further and further away, Lu Feng led the group to push open the iron gate of the manor.
The trees and flowers in the courtyard stretched out in the night dew, as lush as in springtime.
The living room lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the area in front of the door.
Upon entering the living room, a man of about fifty or sixty years old stood in the center, dressed in a well-fitting Zhongshan suit, with an upright posture.
As they entered, his deep voice rang out: "Welcome, everyone, from afar."
"I'm Guan Zhongping, the housekeeper here. Just call me Uncle Ping." He turned and pointed to the stairs.
"The rooms are all upstairs, please feel free to choose one. Go check out your accommodations first, and after you've settled in, come down to the restaurant for some late-night snacks."
The group exchanged glances, said nothing, and headed straight upstairs. Soon, the restaurant was filled with people.
The table was laden with a sumptuous late-night snack, with steaming hot porridge, delicate pastries, and several side dishes emitting a fragrant aroma.
The group didn't stand on ceremony and started eating with their utensils—they knew that...
The key to undercover investigation is to observe more and speak less; every detail may contain clues.
The food on the table was quickly devoured. Everyone stood up in unison, without exchanging any further words.
Each person, according to their pre-arranged tasks, quietly disappeared into the night of the manor.
They blended into the deep darkness and began their mission of infiltration and reconnaissance.
The night breeze rustled through the treetops, making a soft sound, as if concealing an impending action.
In the living room of the Teng family villa, warm yellow light shone on the baby in Deng Min's arms.
The little one was sucking on his bottle, but his bright, dark eyes kept glancing restlessly at the old man beside him, filled with the curiosity typical of a child.
Ling Ya sat on the edge of the sofa, her eyes slightly red and swollen, as she sorted and packed Xiao Bao's diapers, wipes, and blankets into bags.
She kept muttering, "Son, remember to change Xiaobao's diapers frequently on the way, or his little bottom will get red if they're too wet."
After feeding, don't lay him flat immediately. Gently pat his back to prevent him from spitting up milk.
Teng Zijing walked over, put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and spoke softly:
"Mom, I've noted all of this down, don't worry. It'll only be a few hours on the road, and we'll see Xiaobao's parents soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Teng Junhao came downstairs and looked at his son, saying, "Be careful on the road, and contact me anytime if anything happens."
"Okay, Dad." Teng Zijing nodded. "Please take good care of the company. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he took Xiaobao from Deng Min's arms. The little guy seemed to realize that they were about to leave, and he grabbed his clothes with his little hands, humming and cooing.
Teng Zijing carried the child and walked towards the door, followed closely by Ling Ya carrying bags of supplies, muttering precautions to herself.
Deng Zhouyi was already waiting by the car. When he saw Teng Zijing come out, he quickly opened the back door and carefully helped him and the child into the car.
Tiger, in the passenger seat, turned around and let out a low sob at Teng Zijing, as if saying goodbye or reminding him to be careful.
The old man slowly walked to the car window, looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes, and waved with a smile:
"Little Bao, have a safe journey, and be a good boy/girl when you get back to your parents."
As soon as the words were spoken, the baby in the swaddling clothes suddenly laughed out loud, "Oh, hi!"
The little arms and legs kicked a couple of times, as if it understood what was said and was excited about returning to its family.
Teng Zijing nodded to the old man: "Grandpa, we're leaving."
Deng Zhouyi turned to get into the car, and Deng Min grabbed his arm, instructing him, "Ayi, you must protect the young master and bring him back safely."
Deng Zhouyi patted Deng Min's hand to comfort her, saying, "Mom, don't worry, everything will be alright."
Deng Zhouyi got into the car and slowly started it. Ling Ya and Teng Junhao stood at the door.
Only after all the cars disappeared at the end of the road did he slowly turn around and go back into the house.
The baby's babbling seemed to still linger in the living room, in the warm light illuminating his shadow.
It hides a concern for a stranger's child, and also a prayer for the safety of family members.
The plane flew smoothly above the clouds, and the cabin was dimly lit.
Teng Zijing looked down at the little guy in his arms. The baby was sleeping soundly, his little face was rosy, his breathing was even, and he would occasionally smack his lips.
Sitting next to him, Deng Zhouyi couldn't help but tease him softly, seeing his calm expression:
"Brother, look at the way you look, like you're about to give away your own son. If you really can't bear to part with him, actually..."
He paused, then lowered his voice even further, "A significant number of children go missing every year. If we don't send them back, no one will..."
Before he could finish speaking, Teng Zijing's cold gaze swept over him, and the chill in his eyes made Deng Zhouyi instantly shut his mouth.
He quickly made a zipping gesture and tactfully turned his face away to look out the window.
Teng Zijing's eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at Deng Zhouyi: "Try saying those words again."
Deng Zhouyi shrank back and gave an awkward laugh: "Brother, I was just joking to lighten the mood..."
Teng Zijing ignored him and looked down at the little baby in his arms. The little guy was having a dream, and his little mouth was pouting, and he looked like he was about to cry.
He quickly and gently patted Xiaobao's back, his voice extremely soft: "Xiaobao, be good, don't be afraid."
Soon, her pink little mouth began to open again, letting out a clear, giggling laugh.
Sitting next to Teng Zijing, Qin Yanjuan, Wu Lan, and Zhou Jing looked at him with delight.
Not to mention that Teng Zijing usually has a chillingly low mood, but now he's showing a cold face for a child who has nothing to do with him.
I couldn't help but chime in, "This child is so cute, his parents must be very good-looking too!"
"We'll find out when we get to the Governor's Police Station, won't we?"
Xiao Bao muttered something, and Teng Zijing whispered a "shh" to remind the girls. The three of them exchanged glances, and seeing that Teng Zijing was not in danger, they stuck out their tongues and shut up.
The cabin returned to silence, with only Xiao Bao's soft breathing.
Teng Zijing gently touched Xiao Bao's soft cheek, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—
The past few days together had already created a sense of reluctance to part, but he knew even better that...
Every child should grow up with their biological parents; that is the true home for a child.
He looked down at the little one in his arms, and gently tapped the back of the baby's hand with his fingertip.
It's like a silent promise: I'll see my mom and dad soon.
The helicopter landed smoothly in the square near the Hong Kong Police Headquarters, the airflow from the propellers sweeping across the ground.
Armed personnel were already heavily guarded around the area, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, creating a solemn atmosphere.
Xing Zhongxing, Wu Lan, Wang Weidong, Wei Guoqing, Zhou Jing, and Qin Yanjuan were the first to disembark from the plane.
With a wary look, he quickly scanned the surrounding environment and, after confirming that it was safe, stood in a semi-encircling stance around the aircraft.
Deng Zhouyi followed closely behind, jumping off the plane with Hu Zi, and whispered, "Hu Zi, go take a look."
Tiger immediately understood and quickly ran around the square on all fours, as if conducting a final safety check.
At this moment, two female police officers from the Hong Kong Police Station quickly walked over and extended their hands upon seeing Xing Zhongxing:
"Hello, is this Comrade Xing Zhongxing from Kuncheng Public Security Bureau?"
Xing Zhongxing shook hands with the other person, his tone somewhat humorous: "Indeed, hello, you two beautiful police officers."
"My name is Zheng Nanyan, and her name is Ji Yang," the leading policewoman introduced herself, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Welcome everyone who has come from afar. May I ask, where is Master Jing?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Tiger, who had just finished running a lap, suddenly started barking wildly at the two policewomen.
Deng Zhouyi immediately shouted sternly, "Tiger, be quiet!" Tiger obediently squatted back down at his feet, but its tail was still standing up warily.
Zheng Nanyan and Ji Yang exchanged a glance, then looked at Hu Zi and praised, "Its name is Hu Zi? That's really nice."
Just then, a tall figure appeared at the cabin door, and Teng Zijing stepped off the plane carrying Xiao Bao.
He wore sunglasses, concealing the sharpness in his eyes; his exposed jawline was cold and hard.
He exudes a powerful aura, and every step he takes is filled with a steady strength.
As Ji Yang watched him approach steadily, he couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Boss, this guy is so handsome!"
As she spoke, she subconsciously licked the corner of her lips, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
"Aren't you ashamed?" Zheng Nanyan quickly nudged her with her elbow and scolded in a low voice.
"Tone it down. If you're thinking of picking up girls, wait until you're done with your business." Ji Yang stuck out his tongue and quickly stood up straight.
Teng Zijing noticed Ji Yang's little actions but didn't take them seriously. He glanced at the two men through his sunglasses and said calmly, "I am honored that you two officers have come to pick me up at the airport."
Zheng Nanyan immediately composed herself and extended her hand: "Mr. Teng, you flatter me. We have already arranged the meeting for everyone. Please come in."
Teng Zijing nodded, holding the baby in his arms, and walked towards the police station building first.
Tiger followed closely behind, and the group caught up, their steps blending into the afternoon light and shadow of the Governor's residence.