Chapter 110: Unwavering Love That Obliterates Familial Ties

  Whether or not you agree is unimportant, what's important is to believe. Zhang Shidong's words did not create a sensational effect throughout the venue, but they deeply entered into each person's heart, leaving them to slowly savor the aftertaste when they return. Those who understand will continue on this path in the future, while those who don't will just consider it a special journey.

  The car blocked the main gate of the base, blocking the view of those who were trying to peek inside from above the door.

  A bottle of Erguotou on the table, one person drinks a little more than two liangs.

  No lengthy nonsense, no grandiose words. In the crowded canteen, Zhang Shidong raised his wine glass and took a sip: "Eat."

  Not interested in eating; not interested in drinking; and equally uninterested in honor.

  Zhang Shidong's strength was like a high mountain pressing down on their heads, and the trainees felt a heavy burden in their hearts, holding back a surge of energy to prove themselves.

  The braised pork is fragrant, the goose meat is chewy, the pulled noodles are cool and refreshing, and the fish is tender. Zhang Shidong brought in four dishes and entered his own room. The people inside the base have gotten used to his various destructive behaviors, as if they hadn't seen a woman enter the base before. After eating and drinking their fill, each person returned to their duties: the guards stood guard, those who needed rest rested, those who were digging holes continued digging, and those who were training continued training.

  The virus drove a jeep and took over Zhang Shidong's job with the same goal but slightly different methods.

  "Hide, my little hide, your fleeing back figure is really sexy."

  In order not to let the virus get closer to himself, Yi began sprinting long-distance armed cross-country training.

  "Hey, big-breasted sister, stop swaying, stop swaying, I'm dizzy. I advise you to go back, just this pair in front of your chest, guaranteed you won't pass the test."

  Yu'er gritted her teeth, determined not to be ridiculed by the virus again. After completing a training course, she found a corner and let others watch from outside as she tightly bound her chest with white straps, no longer caring if her figure would change or not.

  "Big pancake face, I'll wait for you tonight, I'll make a small fire for you."

  Yan Xiao Er's expression became very strange, the bubble gum in his mouth was swallowed, his face turned bright red, and he felt a sudden tightening in his back, after coughing twice, he shouted "I'll f**k your grandfather" and ran wildly, increasing his speed by another level.

  "Hey, handsome guy, you're so good-looking, why bother finding a girl? I won't find a boy either, let's just pair up."

  Tongtong fiercely spat: "One day I'll get you killed." She said, but to a big man with a rough foot, she had no interest at all, especially when the virus wore a pair of tight-fitting pants that had been tailored, this disgust never disappeared from her body.

  Outside the training base, Provincial Secretary-General Lian and Zhao Mei-ru were both stopped, unsure whether to get angry or not, when they received a call from the provincial party committee's number one, telling them not to disturb the training base for any reason, with limited protection on the media side.

  They are all old veterans who have been mixed in the system for many years, and the leader's words are very clear. This training base is already extremely powerful, and its background is much larger than everyone imagined.

  Under government protection and a news blackout, the training base did not become a target for the masses. The chaotic rescue efforts and subsequent investigation had the entire city in an uproar. Reporters from all over the country flocked to Pingjiang City to report on the incident. Outside the base was bustling with people and lights, while inside, all external lighting was shut off. In the massive warehouse, a simulated city, LED screens played footage of Virus and Yan Xiao Long's one-on-one battle.

  "Hey Lao Yue, keep up!" Ai Ai yelled at the camera-wielding Lao Yue, reminding him that this wasn't a place where he could take pictures as he pleased.

  Old Yue was very excited, carefully looking at every corner. During the day, he was secretly angry with Ai Ai, the host who dropped the chain, and didn't grasp the first-hand information. At night, he was called into the base by Ai Ai's phone call, and the military Ai Ai unexpectedly got the exclusive scoop. Old Yue was excited to get close to the soldiers, but before he could approach them, the two guards who followed him blocked him along with the soldiers.

  "This exclusive is obtained through personal relationships." Ai Ai explained, not wanting Old Yue to misunderstand, and also to let him know how difficult it was, so that he wouldn't have any arrogant thoughts as a reporter, or else he would be the one who ends up in an awkward situation.

  Ai circled around, sympathizing with Old Yue's difficulties. Indeed, there was nothing worth filming, and this material couldn't be compiled into news footage. Old Yue smoked while squatting at the edge of the playground, pointing to the massive factory warehouse: "Little Ai, can we go in for an interview? At worst, we can just edit it later. This place is so high-level, even if we send it out, it'll still need to be reviewed, no big deal."

  Normally, Ai would never go in, but after what happened that afternoon, her mindset changed, and she had a few more intentional urges to get Zhang Shidong's attention. She turned her eyes, nodded, and led Lao Yue into the warehouse, where they saw the built square.

  Clap Clap Clap!!

  Almost as soon as the two stepped into the warehouse, before they could even see what the simulated city in front of them looked like, at least a dozen training bullets from different directions hit the ground in front of them.

  ……………

  "Zhang Shidong, where are you?"

  Finally, under Ai's pleading, Zhang Shidong had everyone gather on the playground, the big lights were turned on, and from a distance, Lao Yue took a shot of the training scene, paired with some text, images, music materials, and edited out a promotional short film about the People's Liberation Army's disaster relief efforts. For professionals, it was very simple.

  After sending Ai Ai and Lao Yue away, Zhang Shidong played games for a while, teasing the girl named Yao Yao with Migu Migu in the game, having fun for several hours. Through the gap in the curtains, he looked at the bright lights on the highway, shook his head, just about to fall asleep, when his phone suddenly rang. He took a look at the time and the screen, and slightly furrowed his brow.

  After picking up, Ji Yun's anxious voice came through.

  Zhang Shidong: "I am outside the city."

  Jingyun hesitated for a moment: "My mom is missing, I went to report the case, they won't file it within 48 hours, I know your dad is..."

  "Wait for me at home," Zhang Shidong interrupted her.

  After the vehicle left the base, it can be seen that all the roads outside were closed, from the high-speed entrance to the city's exit square, the whole road was closed. All villages and towns along both sides of the road can only temporarily take detours through village roads to enter the city, and small factories and workshops are all temporarily suspended.

  Only vehicles at the training base have a dedicated vehicle waiting outside the gate to ensure smooth entry and exit of vehicles within the base.

  Zhang Shidong had just come out of the base and saw his father's car parked on the side of the road, which was under the jurisdiction of the suburban branch. What was he doing here?

  After honking the car horn, Zhang Jun's driver Su Fang got out of the car and waited for him to stop before approaching: "Boss Dong, are you inside that base?"

  Zhang Shidong hummed and changed the subject: "Why is my dad still here?"

  Su Fang's eyes showed a hint of pride: "Since Mayor Zhao personally appointed him, Director Zhang has never left."

  Zhang Shidong nodded and started the car. He had originally wanted to use the patrol police to help find him, but in this situation, the city's police force was not enough for the past two days.

  When he appeared at the intersection of Lingyun's house after more than ten minutes, Lingyun was already anxiously pacing back and forth, looking around.

  "Get in, don't worry, I've already asked Ah Guang and them to help look for him, they're sometimes more useful than the police." It wasn't just Ah Guang, Guan Guan also made a call, although Ah Guang has been doing quite well recently, he's still not as good as Guan Jia by at least half a level.

  "Think about it, will Auntie go to her relatives' or friends' homes?"

  "No, I've already called and looked around, but didn't see her. My mom hasn't gone out for a long time, even if she did leave, it would be just nearby, she wouldn't go far."

  Zhang Shidong hesitated for a moment, having already made up his mind about the matter of Ling Yun's mother, but he had been too busy lately to think about it.

  "Let's go to the cemetery."

  In an instant, she was awakened from her panic-stricken state, and with a gloomy expression, she lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers, as faint tears welled up in her eyes. For so many years, she had been holding on to the hope that her mother would get better, hoping that her mother could remember that there was still a daughter in this world, rather than living in love and thinking of her deceased father.

  Great love can extinguish kinship.

  In the pitch-black cemetery, where only the dim light of the lanterns illuminated the path, a low sobbing sound seemed to drift through the night air like a midnight ghost. Zhang Shidong had already told Ah Guang and the others to leave, and now he held the shaken Lingyun in his arms, asking softly, "You weren't supposed to come back today, were you?"

  Lingyun subconsciously nodded, and immediately understood his meaning. Perhaps this was not an accident, but a normal behavior of her mother who "fell ill" in bed when her daughter went out to perform.

  "Do you hate her or envy her?" Zhang Shidong tightened his hold on Lingyun, supporting her.

  "I have no hatred, only resentment."