The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

Whoosh...

Lin Chuan tapped the ground with his left foot, raised his right leg, and charged at his opponent with his knee as the point of attack, almost throwing himself entirely into the rush.

Seeing this, the opponent hastily swung his fists.

Lin Chuan's hands worked in unison, in an instant, he grabbed the opponent's arms and firmly clamped down on his hands. In doing so, the opponent immediately lost the use of his arms for defense.

Bang...

Lin Chuan's knee viciously struck the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Ah!" the opponent screamed in agony.

Following that, Lin Chuan's elbow swung out, crashing into the opponent's throat. Before the other man could react, Lin Chuan's right hand swept back, wrapped around the opponent's neck, and he fiercely slammed the man down. The opponent's head hit the ground hard.

After several moves, Lin Chuan skillfully subdued the opponent. The adversary had virtually no chance to resist.

"Wow, Lin Chuan, you're so powerful," Miss Lan exclaimed in admiration.

Lin Chuan was now straddling the opponent's back, firmly twisting his arms and stepping on his neck with his foot, making it impossible for the man to move. Lin Chuan sneered and said, "The other party is from the Poison Scorpion Organization."

"Ah?!" Miss Lan was startled and said, "No way? Poison Scorpion? The one known as the most formidable elite force in China?"

"That's right," Lin Chuan nodded.

"Then why are they targeting us?" Miss Lan asked.

"That's unknown," Lin Chuan sneered. "Perhaps they have some unspeakable secrets."

"There's no need to guess, it must be the people from the Chen family stirring trouble behind the scenes," Miss Lan snorted coldly, then said, "When we get back, I'll go see the General, and we must settle the score with the Chen family."

"Do you have evidence?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Isn't this evidence?" Miss Lan pointed to the man on the ground.

Bang...

Suddenly, Lin Chuan grabbed the pistol and fired a shot at the opponent's forehead.

"And now?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Ah!" Miss Lan was shocked, and asked in disbelief, "Lin Chuan, you... you're crazy, how could you kill him?"

"Hmph, if we kill one, their strength is weakened by a fraction," Lin Chuan sneered. "I believe the people from the Chen family will regret it."

"But still, after all, they were soldiers our country spent a huge amount of money to train," Miss Lan said, feeling distressed. It's known that training a special forces soldier requires a substantial amount of money, and training an elite agent like a Poison Scorpion member requires even more. Each one might cost tens of millions. The death of one is a great loss.

"This is self-protection," Lin Chuan stood up and said. "If he doesn't die, we will!"

Miss Lan sighed and said, "Ah, perhaps you're right."

"Let's hurry up and go," Lin Chuan said. "They failed this time, but they might initiate a second operation."

"Right!" Miss Lan immediately nodded in agreement.

Subsequently, the two of them quickly left the scene.

The nearest town to Yibu'er Mountain is in a northeastern area of Afghanistan called Yoda Town. This place is not far from the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan, only about two hundred kilometers away.

The remaining tens of kilometers went smoothly. The Chen family probably thought that three members of the Poison Scorpion Organization would be enough to take out Lin Chuan and Miss Lan. However, they greatly overestimated the members of the Poison Scorpion Organization. Of course, there wasn't any mistake at first, after all, Lin Chuan and Miss Lan had trekked a long distance, traveled overnight, and had even sprinted for tens of kilometers in Yibu'er Mountain; their stamina had long been depleted. So, three energetic members of the Poison Scorpion Organization should have been sufficient to kill them.

Unfortunately, the Poison Scorpion members were too complacent and were both taken out by Lin Chuan early on. If all three had faced Lin Chuan together, perhaps this time Lin Chuan would have not escaped his fate. Regrettably, they did not coordinate well. This time, Lin Chuan was lucky.

Several hours later, both were utterly exhausted, with Lin Chuan carrying over thirty kilograms of equipment, and after running continuously for fifty kilometers, which was an extreme test for anyone.

After they arrived in the town, Lin Chuan was gasping for breath, feeling almost on the verge of breathing fire.

His water bottle had long since been emptied, and Miss Lan was also very weary. After reaching Yoda Town, the two rushed into a house and urgently scooped up a large ladle of water.

Glug glug...

Lin Chuan drank like a water buffalo.

The family was too scared to make a sound, given that both Lin Chuan and Miss Lan were equipped with gear and firearms. The household did not dare to stop them, allowing them to take water as they pleased.

After having his fill, Lin Chuan refilled his water bottle.

Miss Lan had also quenched her thirst by then.

Lin Chuan left a few US dollars on the table, then turned and left. The family, puzzled, curiously looked at the US dollars on the table. The head of the family quickly took the money, never having thought that a few ladles of water could exchange for so much, it was indeed a very profitable deal.

Coming out of the house, Miss Lan asked, "Lin Chuan, how are we going to get back?"

"We'll find a way to get a car!" Lin Chuan wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.

Miss Lan laughed and said, "In this broken place, you can't even find a car."

Lin Chuan was slightly stunned, then scanned his surroundings and indeed, this small town was nothing more than a dozen rundown houses on a vast desert. A ragged cement road stretched out through the barren land. Yoda Town used to be a prosperous place, home to quite a few people. However, as time went by and war broke out, the population dwindled, some moved away, others... died.

Now, only a few dozen people remain in the town.

Not far away, there was a white, old-model Toyota pickup truck, the bed of which was practically rusty, and two pieces of the window glass were broken.

"That..." Lin Chuan pointed at the truck.

"But..." Miss Lan hesitated, "Can that truck even be driven?"

"Let's find a way and try," Lin Chuan said, tugging her as they ran toward it.

While unattended, they quickly slipped into the truck. Lin Chuan swiftly pulled out the ignition wires. The vehicle was quite old, basically an obsolete model from the nineties, now the only one in this small town. Others used motorcycles.

Zzzzz...

A spark of electricity flashed.

Vroom vroom...

The truck immediately roared to life. Miss Lan was overjoyed: "Wow, that's great, we got it started."

Lin Chuan chuckled: "Hehe, we're on our way."

At that moment, the owner rushed out from a house, shouting in English: "Bastards, that's my car!"

Lin Chuan floored the accelerator.

The truck shot forward, trailing thick black smoke behind. The owner chased after them, running furiously. Lin Chuan stuck out his head, shouting, "Brother, Allah wanted me to borrow your car, stop chasing, it's Allah's will!"

The owner cursed angrily: "Damn it, I don't believe in ***** Islam, I'm a Christian."

"Oh crap!" Lin Chuan was taken aback, then laughed: "Then it's God who sent me to borrow the car."

"You bastard!" The man cursed loudly.

Inside the truck, Miss Lan was laughing so hard she was doubled over. Stealing a car is one thing, but claiming to borrow it is another, and to make matters worse, impersonating Allah and God. Miss Lan was near tears from laughter, covering her mouth: "Lin Chuan, you... you're killing me."

"Haha..." Lin Chuan laughed heartily, "Stop laughing, your wound will split open."

"Don't mention it, it really hurts," Miss Lan said, holding her back with her hand.

There was enough gas in the truck to get them to the border.

Lin Chuan grinned: "You should get some sleep, look how tired you were last night."

"Last night?" Miss Lan gave a seductive smile, bit her red lip, and said: "Your words are quite suggestive."

"Haha..." Lin Chuan laughed loudly again.

All along the desert road, the scenery was stunningly beautiful, but neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it. Lin Chuan focused on driving. Beside him, Miss Lan reclined the seat and lay down, placing her long, well-proportioned legs on the dashboard. She rested quietly.

With no pursuers in sight, Lin Chuan relaxed. The truck's CD player was on, playing traditional Afghan folk music.

...............…

China, the Northwest border.

In a military camp, a man in uniform with a hooked nose and squinty eyes was pacing back and forth with a gloomy look, anxiously awaiting news. Soon, a middle-aged man hurried in.

"Uncle, I'm afraid..." the middle-aged man furrowed his brow, "that the mission may have failed."

"What?!" The hooked-nose man was stunned, "Really?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "The Poison Scorpion group has been gone for so long without contact. That leaves only one possibility: they are dead."

Bang...

The hooked-nose slammed his hand on the table, angrily demanding: "Find them. Alive, I want to see them; dead, I want to see their bodies."

"Yes, sir!" the middle-aged man immediately responded.

Not long after, another young military man came in. He hurriedly reported: "General, we've received news from the front, the Poison Scorpion trio is dead. Two were killed by small-caliber sniper rifles and one was shot through the brain with a five-millimeter caliber handgun."

"Damn it!" The hooked-nose was visibly agitated.

"Uncle, what should we do?" asked the middle-aged man urgently.

"We'll figure it out." The hooked-nose replied: "My hatred won't be quelled until Lin Chuan is dead."

"Yes, sir!" the middle-aged man nodded.

Lin Chuan had killed Chen Tianxiu, and though over a year had passed, the rage in his heart hadn't subsided but had grown fiercer. Who could calm down without avenging their child after such a long time? If it weren't for Chen Zhenlin and several key figures in the central government intervening, this Lin Chuan brat would have been executed long ago.

Even though Chen Zhenlin and those central officials had stepped in, he still couldn't forgive Lin Chuan in his heart. After all, Chen Tianxiu was his only son.