The Legend of Chu Qiao - V1P2
Prologue 1- Major Chu Qiao
Prologue 2- A Storm is coming
Prologue 3- Time's up!
1- Royal Hunt
2- Zhuge, Wei, Mu, Jue, Che... and Yan
3- Fifth Brother
4- Fate is a Bitch!
5- Bloody Heart
6- Bastards
7- Snakes
8- Boundaries
9- Rocks and Plum Blossoms
10- Thank You, Sisters!
11- My name is 'None'
12- The Lantern Festival
13- Liar, liar!
14- The winner is the predator
15- Ambushed by a pervert. Saved by a Prince
Prologue
Storm is coming
Storm is coming
It was 1:20 a.m., and Chu Qiao had shut the bathroom door behind her. She approached the sink to wash her hands. The prison was unsettlingly quiet; not a sound broke the stillness. At this hour, exhaustion would typically weigh heavily on anyone, even those with the rigorous training of a special forces operative, leaving them less alert and strong. Yet, Chu Qiao seemed composed. After drying her hands thoroughly with a towel from the rack, she listened to the loud flush of the toilet while pressing her finger to her pulse, silently counting down the seconds.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…
The countdown ended. Chu Qiao turned calmly and headed for her bed.
Suddenly, a muffled explosion sounded, and water gushed from the pipes. A dim glow flickered from the source of the blast. As a jet of water struck her, it knocked her to the ground.
Outside the cell, the guards were momentarily stunned. They could see the damaged water pipe within the cell and realized that the prisoner might be injured or worse. In the midst of the chaos, panic set in, and the guards quickly entered the cell’s access code. With a walkie-talkie in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, they rushed inside. However, the burst pipes disrupted radio signals, leaving the central station to pick up only faint, incoherent noises for five critical seconds.
Seizing opportunities is crucial, for they may not last. Just as the two guards entered the cell to check on the burst pipe, Chu Qiao, who had initially been unconscious, suddenly opened her bright eyes. In an instant, she moved with feline agility and dashed out of the cell. The guards were taken aback, but the door slammed shut before they could call for help.
Ignoring the panicked shouts of the guards, Chu Qiao raced to the surveillance room. She copied the footage from an hour earlier, quickly transferring it to a small DVD, then edited and deleted select parts. Dragging a chair, she positioned it under the camera, aimed it at the cell, and prepared the DVD to record. Afterward, she returned to the surveillance room to cut off the walkie-talkie transmission.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Five seconds later, the mini-explosive device responsible for the burst began to self-repair after the explosion, with sections of the leaking pipe mended by rapidly hardening liquefied adhesive. Throughout this, the tiny device had been cleverly concealed in her hair. Meanwhile, the furious screams and curses of the trapped guards beyond the walls sounded like mere buzzing insects, unable to penetrate the secure structure. The surveillance systems returned to normal; the footage captured at the central station showed a peaceful female prisoner sitting quietly on her bed while two guards carried out their rounds, making everything seem perfectly normal.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, sharp and alert. All was clear.
She went back to the surveillance room and opened the guards’ supply box. After shedding her wet clothes, she put on the fourth prison's uniform. Once the cap was on, she took an AK-74U, fitted it with a silencer, and tucked the gun at her waist as she exited the room.
When the two prison guards decided to open the prison cell, it was a calculated decision, not an impulsive one. The fourth prison was strategically located adjacent to the capital, shrouded in secrecy, holding repeat offenders awaiting trial in the nation’s senior military court, underscoring its importance. Each cell was built with unparalleled security; they were all independent units, equipped with state-of-the-art weapons for the guards, extensive surveillance, and a well-deployed staff. In Chu Qiao's cell, the inner door codes granted access, but unlocking the outer door required obtaining the fingerprints of the last person to secure it. Only then could it be opened.
The three guards were frequently rotated. At that moment, there were already two guards present in the cell. Chu Qiao held the film containing the guard's fingerprints that she had prepared earlier and scanned it through the fingerprint scanner. A distinct click soon echoed. Dressed in standard military attire, she confidently exited the prison's main gates under the watchful eyes of the two guards.
After passing through the gates, a long corridor stretched out ahead of her. She was now on the fourth level of the underground prison, and her objective was still far off. With the surveillance footage only lasting an hour, she had to hurry.
This level housed high-ranking military commanders and secret agents awaiting trial before the country's military court, while level three primarily housed wanted criminals. Level one housed the working quarters of prison officials, and level two was designated for receptions for guests visiting the prison, which was her next destination.
After walking for about two minutes, she left the cell area. At the end of the outer corridor stood four highly trained, fully armed prison guards with submachine guns. The fourth prison lacked air conditioning ducts and empty underwater pipes. Besides this corridor, the only way out would be to break through the concrete walls, making escape from this seemingly impregnable prison nearly impossible.
When the guards spotted Chu Qiao’s unfamiliar face, they tensed up. The group leader raised his weapon and shouted, "Halt! Who are you? What's the password?"
Chu Qiao met their gazes squarely as she stepped forward, standing tall. Cradling a hefty binder of documents, she stated, "I am Colonel Liu Siwei from the military law department. I hold document 12685 regarding a case of military arms smuggling. You need to call Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zhongming; I have important papers for him."
The guard appeared taken aback, frowning in confusion. "Ma'am, Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zhongming isn’t on duty tonight, and his number is classified. Could you please provide your ID?"
"Personnel from the military law department are not required to show identification in the fourth prison. Warden Li invited me here to assist with this case. Colonel Lu Fanghao personally brought me into the trial hall three days ago. Did you not know this?" Chu Qiao frowned slightly, studying the guard from the corner of her eye. "Which unit are you with? Are you familiar with military regulations? Share your serial number and unit code with me."
This caused the soldier to startle. The military hierarchy was well-defined, and her authoritative tone conveyed her familiarity with Lieutenant Colonel Tan and Warden Li. A hint of respect welled up within him. "Ma'am, I’m serial number 0475 from Task Force 571 of the 8th Southern Army 309 Brigade. We’re not under regular army jurisdiction. We just transferred here two days ago and weren’t aware that Lieutenant Colonel Tan had personally escorted you into the trial hall."
Listening to this, Chu Qiao’s demeanor softened, her brow relaxing. "Oh, you're from the 8th Army? How is your assistant commander, Commander Liu? Was he the one who brought you here? Are you all staying in the capital for a while?"
The soldier, now respectful, thought about how those in the military law department truly stood apart. "Ma'am, Commander Liu is well. Our unit was brought here by Advisor Yan, and we won’t be returning South with him."
"Understood," Chu Qiao replied, "I began my military career in the 8th Army as well, working in the intelligence department. You could say we’re comrades. Please send my regards to your commander when you see him. I still have some matters to attend to. Please go to the transmitting center to fax these two documents together. Also, let Advisor Zhang and Commander Hua’s secretary know that Colonel Liu Siwei from the military law department will be visiting tomorrow morning at six to discuss some matters." With that, she turned and continued on her way.
The soldier stood frozen, his arms trembling from holding the hefty stack of documents, clearly marked "CLASSIFIED" on the top.
Advisor Zhang… Commander Hua…
As Chu Qiao stepped out of the cell area in the fourth prison, the back of her shirt was soaked with sweat. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath, and glanced at her watch; ten minutes had gone by. Taking a steadying breath, she straightened up and pressed on.
After searching and keeping an eye on the other levels, she finally arrived outside the VIP room on the second floor. Her eyes fell on the plaque on the door that read "Military Law Department," and a small smile crept onto her face.
Excellent. There was a lead for the injustice, and she had found the one responsible for it. Without wasting time on the door's password, she gently turned the handle and slipped inside. Despite the late hour, the corridors were brightly lit, and many people were still active. Chu Qiao maintained her composure, held her head high, and walked confidently through the Guest Department corridor, nodding to the prison officials she passed.
Though they did not recognize her, her calm manner and military uniform helped her blend in seamlessly with the others, avoiding any suspicion.
Five minutes later, she emerged from the office corridor, coming upon the employees' lounge of the Military Law Department. The scent of alcohol wafted from the room, confirming that she was in the right place.
In an instant, her slender fingers gripped the AK at her waist. A man in a black suit poked his head out, only to be met with the dark muzzle of her gun. Thanks to the silencer, the bullet shot out with precision, creating a gaping bloody hole in his chest. His eyes widened in shock, and Chu Qiao quickly steadied his body while covering his mouth until his pulse faded. Only then did she drag him into the room.
The room had two rows, each with sixteen people. Except for the man who had just been killed, everyone else remained deeply asleep. These individuals were insiders, responsible for managing informants and creating legal identities. They were highly skilled comrades equipped with accurate weapons.
Chu Qiao has always shown no mercy towards her enemies. Despite years of covert planning, she was not afraid to take action. She lifted her pistol and pointed it directly at a middle-aged man resting on a bed. With a dull thud, the man jerked violently in his sleep and died abruptly, unaware of what had occurred.
Without any pauses, she quickly walked forward. After ten seconds, there was no one left alive.
Opening the door inside, only five men were sleeping soundly on the bed. Often, killing was much easier than eating or bathing. There was no hesitation. Five rounds were shot continuously, with dull thuds heard each time. Fresh blood oozed out of the wounds along with minute cracking sounds, the air soon filling with the nauseating smell of blood.
At the far end of the room, Chu Qiao discovered a small DVD while searching through the man's wallet. She stood amidst the scattered bodies, activated the device, and started watching the videos.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…
The countdown ended. Chu Qiao turned calmly and headed for her bed.
Suddenly, a muffled explosion sounded, and water gushed from the pipes. A dim glow flickered from the source of the blast. As a jet of water struck her, it knocked her to the ground.
Outside the cell, the guards were momentarily stunned. They could see the damaged water pipe within the cell and realized that the prisoner might be injured or worse. In the midst of the chaos, panic set in, and the guards quickly entered the cell’s access code. With a walkie-talkie in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, they rushed inside. However, the burst pipes disrupted radio signals, leaving the central station to pick up only faint, incoherent noises for five critical seconds.
Seizing opportunities is crucial, for they may not last. Just as the two guards entered the cell to check on the burst pipe, Chu Qiao, who had initially been unconscious, suddenly opened her bright eyes. In an instant, she moved with feline agility and dashed out of the cell. The guards were taken aback, but the door slammed shut before they could call for help.
Ignoring the panicked shouts of the guards, Chu Qiao raced to the surveillance room. She copied the footage from an hour earlier, quickly transferring it to a small DVD, then edited and deleted select parts. Dragging a chair, she positioned it under the camera, aimed it at the cell, and prepared the DVD to record. Afterward, she returned to the surveillance room to cut off the walkie-talkie transmission.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Five seconds later, the mini-explosive device responsible for the burst began to self-repair after the explosion, with sections of the leaking pipe mended by rapidly hardening liquefied adhesive. Throughout this, the tiny device had been cleverly concealed in her hair. Meanwhile, the furious screams and curses of the trapped guards beyond the walls sounded like mere buzzing insects, unable to penetrate the secure structure. The surveillance systems returned to normal; the footage captured at the central station showed a peaceful female prisoner sitting quietly on her bed while two guards carried out their rounds, making everything seem perfectly normal.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, sharp and alert. All was clear.
She went back to the surveillance room and opened the guards’ supply box. After shedding her wet clothes, she put on the fourth prison's uniform. Once the cap was on, she took an AK-74U, fitted it with a silencer, and tucked the gun at her waist as she exited the room.
When the two prison guards decided to open the prison cell, it was a calculated decision, not an impulsive one. The fourth prison was strategically located adjacent to the capital, shrouded in secrecy, holding repeat offenders awaiting trial in the nation’s senior military court, underscoring its importance. Each cell was built with unparalleled security; they were all independent units, equipped with state-of-the-art weapons for the guards, extensive surveillance, and a well-deployed staff. In Chu Qiao's cell, the inner door codes granted access, but unlocking the outer door required obtaining the fingerprints of the last person to secure it. Only then could it be opened.
The three guards were frequently rotated. At that moment, there were already two guards present in the cell. Chu Qiao held the film containing the guard's fingerprints that she had prepared earlier and scanned it through the fingerprint scanner. A distinct click soon echoed. Dressed in standard military attire, she confidently exited the prison's main gates under the watchful eyes of the two guards.
After passing through the gates, a long corridor stretched out ahead of her. She was now on the fourth level of the underground prison, and her objective was still far off. With the surveillance footage only lasting an hour, she had to hurry.
This level housed high-ranking military commanders and secret agents awaiting trial before the country's military court, while level three primarily housed wanted criminals. Level one housed the working quarters of prison officials, and level two was designated for receptions for guests visiting the prison, which was her next destination.
After walking for about two minutes, she left the cell area. At the end of the outer corridor stood four highly trained, fully armed prison guards with submachine guns. The fourth prison lacked air conditioning ducts and empty underwater pipes. Besides this corridor, the only way out would be to break through the concrete walls, making escape from this seemingly impregnable prison nearly impossible.
When the guards spotted Chu Qiao’s unfamiliar face, they tensed up. The group leader raised his weapon and shouted, "Halt! Who are you? What's the password?"
Chu Qiao met their gazes squarely as she stepped forward, standing tall. Cradling a hefty binder of documents, she stated, "I am Colonel Liu Siwei from the military law department. I hold document 12685 regarding a case of military arms smuggling. You need to call Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zhongming; I have important papers for him."
The guard appeared taken aback, frowning in confusion. "Ma'am, Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zhongming isn’t on duty tonight, and his number is classified. Could you please provide your ID?"
"Personnel from the military law department are not required to show identification in the fourth prison. Warden Li invited me here to assist with this case. Colonel Lu Fanghao personally brought me into the trial hall three days ago. Did you not know this?" Chu Qiao frowned slightly, studying the guard from the corner of her eye. "Which unit are you with? Are you familiar with military regulations? Share your serial number and unit code with me."
This caused the soldier to startle. The military hierarchy was well-defined, and her authoritative tone conveyed her familiarity with Lieutenant Colonel Tan and Warden Li. A hint of respect welled up within him. "Ma'am, I’m serial number 0475 from Task Force 571 of the 8th Southern Army 309 Brigade. We’re not under regular army jurisdiction. We just transferred here two days ago and weren’t aware that Lieutenant Colonel Tan had personally escorted you into the trial hall."
Listening to this, Chu Qiao’s demeanor softened, her brow relaxing. "Oh, you're from the 8th Army? How is your assistant commander, Commander Liu? Was he the one who brought you here? Are you all staying in the capital for a while?"
The soldier, now respectful, thought about how those in the military law department truly stood apart. "Ma'am, Commander Liu is well. Our unit was brought here by Advisor Yan, and we won’t be returning South with him."
"Understood," Chu Qiao replied, "I began my military career in the 8th Army as well, working in the intelligence department. You could say we’re comrades. Please send my regards to your commander when you see him. I still have some matters to attend to. Please go to the transmitting center to fax these two documents together. Also, let Advisor Zhang and Commander Hua’s secretary know that Colonel Liu Siwei from the military law department will be visiting tomorrow morning at six to discuss some matters." With that, she turned and continued on her way.
The soldier stood frozen, his arms trembling from holding the hefty stack of documents, clearly marked "CLASSIFIED" on the top.
Advisor Zhang… Commander Hua…
As Chu Qiao stepped out of the cell area in the fourth prison, the back of her shirt was soaked with sweat. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath, and glanced at her watch; ten minutes had gone by. Taking a steadying breath, she straightened up and pressed on.
After searching and keeping an eye on the other levels, she finally arrived outside the VIP room on the second floor. Her eyes fell on the plaque on the door that read "Military Law Department," and a small smile crept onto her face.
Excellent. There was a lead for the injustice, and she had found the one responsible for it. Without wasting time on the door's password, she gently turned the handle and slipped inside. Despite the late hour, the corridors were brightly lit, and many people were still active. Chu Qiao maintained her composure, held her head high, and walked confidently through the Guest Department corridor, nodding to the prison officials she passed.
Though they did not recognize her, her calm manner and military uniform helped her blend in seamlessly with the others, avoiding any suspicion.
Five minutes later, she emerged from the office corridor, coming upon the employees' lounge of the Military Law Department. The scent of alcohol wafted from the room, confirming that she was in the right place.
In an instant, her slender fingers gripped the AK at her waist. A man in a black suit poked his head out, only to be met with the dark muzzle of her gun. Thanks to the silencer, the bullet shot out with precision, creating a gaping bloody hole in his chest. His eyes widened in shock, and Chu Qiao quickly steadied his body while covering his mouth until his pulse faded. Only then did she drag him into the room.
The room had two rows, each with sixteen people. Except for the man who had just been killed, everyone else remained deeply asleep. These individuals were insiders, responsible for managing informants and creating legal identities. They were highly skilled comrades equipped with accurate weapons.
Chu Qiao has always shown no mercy towards her enemies. Despite years of covert planning, she was not afraid to take action. She lifted her pistol and pointed it directly at a middle-aged man resting on a bed. With a dull thud, the man jerked violently in his sleep and died abruptly, unaware of what had occurred.
Without any pauses, she quickly walked forward. After ten seconds, there was no one left alive.
Opening the door inside, only five men were sleeping soundly on the bed. Often, killing was much easier than eating or bathing. There was no hesitation. Five rounds were shot continuously, with dull thuds heard each time. Fresh blood oozed out of the wounds along with minute cracking sounds, the air soon filling with the nauseating smell of blood.
At the far end of the room, Chu Qiao discovered a small DVD while searching through the man's wallet. She stood amidst the scattered bodies, activated the device, and started watching the videos.
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