Chapter 67: Okay, I believe you hope he'll be somewhat reserved when he's mad...

Chen Huixing had promised Pei Jiqing the night before that he could stay in Linhe.

The next day, he slipped a gun into Pei Jiqing's hand. It was silver-gray, small and exquisite, just enough to be hidden in his sleeve without being seen. When Pei Jiqing took it, he almost lost his grip, as if he had taken a red-hot charcoal: "Why are you giving me this?" Chen

Huixing: "If anyone dares to touch you, just shoot him, and I will bear the consequences."

Pei Jiqing turned the gun in a circle in his palm: "Would your soldiers dare to do this?"

"Of course they wouldn't," Chen Huixing said, "but what if you are out of my sight..."

"Don't you S-level Alphas have the same sense of smell as a dog?" Pei Jiqing interrupted him, deliberately raising the gun to his nose and shaking it, "You can smell pheromones from a long distance, how can my scent escape your nose?" Chen

Huixing glanced at him and shoved the magazine into his coat pocket: "So this is why S-level Alphas are prone to mania. Keep it well. You will smell all kinds of messy smells every day, so carry it with you just in case."

Pei Jiqing turned the gun casually. Chen Huixing stood by and watched for a while, and suddenly asked: "Do you know how to use it?"

"No." Pei Jiqing didn't even raise his head.

Chen Huixing smiled and took a half step forward. "Why are you pretending to be a good wife and a good omega in front of me? Didn't you learn that when you were hanging out in the downtown area?"

Pei Jiqing let him hold his hand down. When he looked up, there was a hint of provocation in his eyes. "Wei Ji did all the beatings . Why

should I hit him?" Chen Huixing's teeth ached at the mere mention of Wei Ji. He simply circled behind Pei Jiqing, his chest almost touching his back, and placed his hand directly over Pei Jiqing's gun-grip hand. "Okay, I'll teach you."

The medical tent was packed with wounded, some lying on stretchers awaiting surgery, others leaning against the wall receiving IV drips.

Pei Jiqing squatted down to bandage a young boy's leg wound.

Outside, the sound of helicopters landing continued, the wind from the propellers rustling the tent fabric. The seriously injured were loaded onto the planes one by one and flown to the military hospital in Ling City.

Pei Jiqing looked out the window. The ruins of the factory on the other side of the river were still billowing black smoke, staining half the sky gray.

He walked to the makeshift sink to wash his hands, and the water washed away the blood on his gloves.

When the war is over, the place called Linhe

will certainly no longer exist. It may become another downtown area.

The abnormal dark green river water will become the water source for some people, and houses will be built on the bombed-out factories piled on the banks.

Then, children and adults will develop pheromone diseases to varying degrees from generation to generation, just like the residents of the downtown area back then.

Pei Jiqing didn't want to see this happen, so he wanted to do something.

Lao Yu and Bai Cai quickly joined the rescue team.

Pei Jiqing was wiping the face of a little girl, and the wet wipes wiped across her dirty cheeks, revealing the pale skin underneath. The little girl's name was Xiaoling. She was so thin that her collarbone protruded, and there were bruises on her wrists left by needle marks. It was said that she was a little experimenter.

Xiaoling was said to be one of the survivors.

Pei Jiqing ran his fingers through Xiaoling's tangled hair, carefully combed it, and tied it into two crooked braids.

One day, Xiao Ling suddenly hugged his legs, rubbing her little face against his knees. "Mom..."

Her voice was as thin as a cat's meow.

Pei Jiqing was stunned for a moment, then squatted down to look Xiao Ling in the eye. He gently pinched her cheek. "Little clever girl, what did you call me?"

Xiao Ling said, "You smell like Mommy..."

Pei Jiqing supposedly smelled like Chen Huixing, and some Alphas avoided him, but he thought Xiao Ling might have smelled his original pheromones.

"Really?" Pei Jiqing picked Xiao Ling up, the girl's weight surprisingly light. "When all this is over, Xiao Ling will soon have a new home."

When all was over, he would find a good place for Xiao Ling.

His palm gently patted Xiao Ling's back, as if soothing a frightened animal.

Pei Jiqing missed his daughter.

They hadn't spoken in over a week.

Liang Yi had sent a message a few days ago saying that he prayed for their safety every day and hoped they would return home soon.

Pei Jiqing felt the same way.

Pei Jiqing had heard Chen Huixing mention twice that the Asian Union was pressing them to put an end to the chaos.

His words were emotionless, but Pei Jiqing knew he was under a lot of pressure. Cen Yuean took the opportunity to put pressure on him, and his words were full of accusations of responsibility.

Chen Huixing didn't show it on his face, just doing what he had to do, but Pei Jiqing could sense the pressure.

Of course, there were ways to end it quickly: a quick victory, suppressing with firepower, regardless of the cost. The people above were pressing him, reports piled onto Chen Huixing's desk one after another, and the orders on the communicator were getting more urgent than the last.

But dozens of civilians were still trapped in Linhe District. Bullets had no eyes, and artillery fire was even more indiscriminate.

Chen Huixing's brows never relaxed, and his fingers traced back and forth on the battle map several times, finally pressing hard on the red circle in Linhe District.

Sometimes, seeing him getting very annoyed, Pei Jiqing would subconsciously walk over, put his fingers on his temples, and press twice, neither lightly nor heavily.

Chen Huixing was visibly stunned for a moment. When he turned to look at him, his eyes still lingered with anxiety, but a hint of a smile had already appeared.

Pei Jiqing finally realized what he had done. He didn't blame him; it had been almost a subconscious action before.

Pei Jiqing suddenly spoke, "Do you hate me for the conspiracy between Cen Yuean and me against you?"

Chen Huixing paused as he was adjusting the battle map. He turned to look at him, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he hadn't expected him to bring this up so suddenly.

"It's all in the past. Besides, Cen Yuean's been severely bullied by me these past few years. He must have regretted cooperating with you a long time ago."

Pei Jiqing ignored the teasing and got straight to the point. "He's using this as a tantrum now, isn't he?"

He stared into Chen Huixing's eyes. "Chen Huixing, what are you thinking? Do you want to protect him?"

Chen Huixing turned to face him, his gaze deep and steady. "I know why you're here. You don't want this place to become another Lower City, right?"

He paused. "I think so too."

Pei Jiqing said, "Okay, I believe you." At

this moment, his faith wasn't in the Alpha who had marked him, but in the name in the military's battle reports that had never failed: Chen Huixing. Those three words were enough to make the soldiers on the front lines stand up straight.

Pei Jiqing pulled out the talisman he had brought with him. Although he hadn't personally requested it, he had spent a considerable amount of money on it. He folded it into a small, square piece and slipped it into Chen Huixing's inner pocket.

Pei Jiqing murmured, "It's said to be quite effective."

He pressed his finger for two more seconds before withdrawing it.

In the conference room of the Alliance Military Headquarters, the projection of the extermination plan shifted constantly on the sand table, and red arrows bit like venomous snakes towards the rebels' heartland.

Chen Huixing held the final decision-making power, but every time he signed, the office communicator would punctually chime.

The people in the rear read out the figures of ammunition consumption as if they were death warrants.

For every kilometer the battle line extended, the supply convoy had to cross three more mountains.

Pei Jiqing heard Chen Huixing swearing more than once.

The communicator fell on the table with a dull thud, followed by a suppressed curse.

No matter how civilized he tried to be, Chen Huixing had fought his way through the battlefield after all.

When bullets flew past his ears, no one cared about the words.

After the scolding, he still did what he had to do and turned around to monitor the next round of deployment.

He searched the entire base that day but couldn't find Xiao Ling. Everyone he asked said they hadn't noticed. Finally, he found half of the skirt at the edge of the protective net. The light yellow fabric was hooked on the wire, like a nailed butterfly.

Pei Jiqing stood in front of the protective net, a little hesitant.

He remembered the way Xiao Ling looked up at him and said, "I wish you were my mother." The little girl's eyes were bright as if filled with expectation.

Suddenly there was a short scream. It was Xiao Ling's voice.

Pei Jiqing crossed the protective net and rushed to the source of the sound. He held the gun at his waist tightly, ready to shoot at any time.

But as soon as he turned the corner, the back of his head was pressed against the cold barrel of a gun.

The rebels moved very quickly, and he didn't even have the chance to draw his gun.

Xiao Ling and Pei Jiqing were roughly dragged to the center of several people. Pei Jiqing grabbed a stone with his fingers and held it tightly in his hand.

The little girl's thin body trembled like a fallen leaf.

Someone raised his hand and slapped Xiao Ling. The crisp sound was particularly harsh.

"I asked you to find out the news, and you brought back such a thing?" The leader spat, and the barrel of the gun knocked lightly on Xiao Ling's temple.

Pei Jiqing looked at Xiao Ling curled up, with fingerprints on her face, looking at him sadly.

Four shadows came down, two men and two women. The man in the lead lifted Pei Jiqing's chin with the tip of a knife: "Bury it here. It's too troublesome to bring it back."

Pei Jiqing thought to himself that he couldn't die.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he said fearfully, "You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? I'm an Omega from Chen Hui Star. Kill me, and he won't let you go."

The woman with the knife suddenly grabbed his face. She squinted her eyes and studied him for a moment, then suddenly ripped the barrier patch from the back of his neck. A powerful wave of pheromones overwhelmed him. Then she pulled out her electronic device and checked something. Her face changed. "Indeed, he's the official spouse of Chen Hui Star, a news... host."

"Just an Omega," the man next to him spat out, "If he dies, I'll find another one."

Pei Jiqing looked at him. "My husband and I are over 90% compatible. He's an S-class Alpha. I'm sure you understand how important I am."

To outsiders, Pei Jiqing was Chen Hui Star's humanoid inhibitor. A few years ago, someone even granted him special permission to accompany the army. Other Omegas dreaming of serving on the front lines? Dream on.

But Pei Jiqing could, because no one dared to gamble on the consequences of Chen Hui Star losing control.

Some feared Chen Hui Star's madness, while others deliberately tried to drive him mad.

In the past, Pei Jiqing hadn't believed that Chen Huixing would go crazy for him; their compatibility was very low.

But now he was certain that Chen Huixing would go crazy when he heard he was gone. Pei Jiqing thought, I hope he can retain some professional calmness when he goes crazy, so that his chances of survival should be greater.

The man showed a lewd smile and squatted in front of Pei Jiqing: "No wonder he wants to keep you by his side in a place like this. Then, please come with us, Madam Executive."