The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

"We can't escape; the helicopter is tracking us." Bas panted heavily, his excessive weight slowing him down despite his best efforts to run, his stamina not keeping up.

Lin Chuan sneered, then said, "Let me handle this."

After speaking, Lin Chuan immediately raised his rifle and fired a burst at the helicopter. Seeing this, the helicopter swiftly gained altitude to avoid being hit in a critical spot.

"Trying to run away!" Lin Chuan fired another burst.

Ratatatata...

Suddenly, the helicopter's tail began to smoke, losing control of direction. Like a kite with its string cut, the helicopter's tail lost control, and the whole aircraft spun wildly in the sky, eventually crashing into the side of a tall building.

Boom...

The helicopter burst into flames with a loud bang.

"Brother, that's awesome." Bas exclaimed joyfully, "It's the first time I've ever seen someone shoot down a plane with a rifle, hahaha..."

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "This is nothing special."

"We should hurry on our way," suggested Miss Lan immediately.

With the loss of the helicopter's pursuit, the encircling troops became like radar-less, and in such a vast urban area, it was simply impossible for them to find Lin Chuan and his group.

Three days later, in the northern area of Kashmir.

A car drove slowly through the desert region.

The vehicle carried four or five people. Miss Lan drove, with Lin Chuan in the passenger seat, while Bas and two subordinates were squeezed together in the back seat, snoring away. After a long journey, they had finally made it out of Pakistan and into Kashmir, an area without military forces because it's a conflict zone, often erupting into wars. Southern Kashmir is under Indian control, while the north is governed by Pakistan, with both countries claiming sovereignty over the entire territory.

After reaching a small border town in the northernmost part of Kashmir.

Miss Lan stopped the car.

"It's time to part ways," Lin Chuan said.

Rubbing his eyes, Bas said, "Brother Lin, why don't you come to our great plains? That's the real place for men. We've got roasted whole sheep, whole cows, whatever you want to eat I can provide, and any kind of girl you want..."

At this point, Bas chuckled and said, "But no girl is as beautiful as Miss Lan."

"Thank you for your kind invitation," Lin Chuan smiled, "But we have to return to our country."

"Alright," Bas nodded and said, "Brother Lin, please be sure to visit Mongolia if you have the chance. Mongolia has the golden eagles, beautiful sacred mountains, and the lovely grasslands..."

"Definitely!" They fist-bumped as a promise.

Afterward, the two groups went their separate ways; Lin Chuan gave the car to Bas. Bas and his men continued northward in the car. Meanwhile, Lin Chuan and Miss Lan needed to cross the mountain before them. This was the border between Pakistan and China. Once they crossed it, they would be back on home soil.

"We can finally return to our country," Miss Lan said excitedly.

"Don't celebrate too soon," Lin Chuan said with a worried face, "Not to mention how we're going to get over this 8,000-meter mountain, we also don't know if the Chen family has set up forces to intercept us on the way. If the Chen family has correctly guessed our route, then we're done for."

"Really?" Miss Lan frowned, "How could they possibly know our route?"

"Anything is possible," Lin Chuan smiled and said, "That's why we must be prepared."

As the two discussed how to cross the mountain, suddenly, a Toyota Land Cruiser came speeding up. The car stopped right in front of them. A burly man in black camouflage jumped out of the vehicle, his complexion dark and his face sharp.

"Captain!" The man shouted with a voice as loud as thunder.

"Iron Bull?!" Lin Chuan exclaimed, "How... how did you..."

"Hahaha…" Iron Bull laughed heartily, "The old general told me to wait for you here."

"How did the old general know we would be here?" Lin Chuan asked in astonishment.

"Intelligence!" Iron Bull smiled naively, "The most important thing in war is intelligence. Without intelligence, everything else is meaningless. So, intelligence is the most crucial. Captain, don't even think about crossing this mountain. The Chen family has already prepared an ambush for you up there."

Hiss...

Miss Lan involuntarily gasped upon hearing this.

This mountain is over eight thousand meters high, and although she used to traverse hills and mountains frequently during training, this time if she were to climb to the top, her ability to move would definitely be inferior to the other party. The other party must have prepared oxygen and had an ample supply of ammunition. If she were to climb this mountain, she would inevitably have to ditch all her equipment and proceed with light gear. Realizing this, Miss Lan suddenly felt stunned, recalling how she had been relentlessly urging Lin Chuan to cross the mountain just moments ago.

"Indeed!" Lin Chuan said with a grin: "The Chen family have already gotten intelligence."

"That's not all," Iron Bull replied with a cold laugh: "The Chen family even knows about your crossing from Afghanistan. Otherwise, how could the Pakistani military make such a big fuss just to deal with a smuggling organization, even going as far as to dispatch an armed helicopter?"

"Hmm!" Lin Chuan nodded, saying: "So, does that mean the actions of the Pakistani side were also orchestrated by the Chen family?"

"Exactly," Iron Bull chuckled.

"Did the old General send you to meet us?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Yes!" Iron Bull nodded and said, "Hurry up and get in the car, the transport plane is about to leave."

"Great." Lin Chuan was overjoyed.

............

The northwestern border.

Within the military camp. A soldier in uniform was seething with anger.

"How could they possibly know our plan?" the man with an eagle-hooked nose was furious, having never expected his plan to be thwarted. The commando team lying in ambush on the snowy mountain thus waited in vain for two whole days.

"General, there will be other days," a young man beside him hurriedly comforted: "We'll still have opportunities in the future."

"Humph, they let such a good opportunity slip away," the man with an eagle-hooked nose said irritably: "Where will we find such a good opportunity again?"

"We will definitely find one," the young man quickly said.

The eagle-hooked nose man was deeply frustrated at this missed golden opportunity. However, knowing that the tides of battle change in an instant and a missed chance is likely lost forever, he could not afford to dwell on it any longer and instead started planning for the next operation.

At the Lanzhou Military Region, a Pakistani transport aircraft slowly descended.

The person in charge of the airport was a colonel, a middle-aged man dressed in military uniform, who hurriedly welcomed Lin Chuan and Miss Lan as they disembarked from the plane.

"Lin Chuan," the middle-aged man laughed heartily, saying: "You guys have finally come back."

"Thank you," Lin Chuan nodded and said: "It's all thanks to your help, otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to return so smoothly."

"No, no, no, all of this is due to your own strength," the middle-aged man laughed heartily, saying: "You must be worn out from the journey; go ahead and rest up. There's a flight back to Beijing tomorrow morning, and when the time comes, you can head back together."

"Great!" Miss Lan was thrilled. After a harrowing brush with death, she had finally returned to her home country. She felt truly elated; at least now that she was back here, she didn't have to worry about being ambushed or falling prey to plots. Excitedly, Miss Lan said, "Finally, I can enjoy a comfortable hot shower and then get a good night's sleep."

............

Changlin Factory.

Tang Yumeng visited the Lin family almost every day to offer incense, then spoke a few words to Mrs. Lin's portrait as if having a casual chat. Naturally, most of her conversations revolved around Lin Chuan, simply asking Mrs. Lin's spirit in heaven to protect him and ensure his safe return.

However, a week had passed, and there was still no sign from Lin Chuan, which made Tang Yumeng increasingly anxious. However, as there was no way to contact Lin Chuan, the only thing she could do was to wait patiently.

Sitting at the entrance of the Lin family home, underneath the huge old pagoda tree whose branches were lush and provided cool shade, Tang Yumeng curiously looked around the old neighborhood. The residents here were once dedicated revolutionaries who had striven for the prosperity of Jiangbei City. Now that they were old and without the capacity to work, they relied on government subsidies to survive. Yet, some would still covet tearing down their homes and seizing their land.

Tang Yumeng felt somewhat guilty, but fortunately, this factory area was no longer slated for demolition. With a word from the old General, the Provincial Committee immediately allocated funds, and Heng'an Group, being implicated in illegal fundraising, fraud, smuggling, and various other illegal behaviors, was subsequently put under investigation.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. With the "Northeast Tiger" dead, Heng'an Group's internal employees began scrambling for the company's assets, with a few financiers even absconding with over two billion to Canada. Other lower-level employees hurriedly took home computers and other company belongings. Nearly everything was looted, and Heng'an Group was on the brink of bankruptcy. The court seized all assets of Heng'an Group, including the Heng'an Building being prepared for auction, to repay the debts owed to creditors.

Now, Song Ming was also in trouble; though he hustled everywhere to seek help, no one paid any attention to him.

Furthermore, several of his subordinates who had committed offenses were caught after their misdeeds came to light.

In the office of Song Ming at the City Committee.

"Secretary Song, we need to think of a way to save Old Liu and the others quickly."

Song Ming had been deeply worried about his son's affairs these days, and had no time to fuss over a few cronies. Annoyed, he said: "Who told you to mess around under my watch? Now that you're caught by the Discipline Inspection Commission, you come asking for my help. I don't have the time for these matters."