Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 1185 - 1145 reality [108] Shaohua identity

This helicopter was Falcon Three, originally from the joint section of the training camp.

It was streamlined and completely black, resembling a mighty hunting falcon poised to strike from within a dense fog. The fuselage was adorned with a war flag bearing a red background and black symbols, which billowed vigorously in the wind, exuding a formidable aura!

Four people stood in a row, not in military uniforms but clad in black combat attire.

All were imposing, standing tall and straight.

Their weapons were nothing like those in the military, each person held a distinctive gun in their hands, with their own code engraved on the grip, flashing coldly in the light!

Ye Shaohua always had a calm and composed demeanor, firmly controlling everything at hand.

The four men were visibly excited, each shouting the name "Coach Ye" as loudly as they could.

If you looked closely, you could see their clenched hands trembling, indicating deep-seated respect for the person before them.

Old Master Ye and Ye Feng rigidly turned their bodies to the side.

They watched as the helicopter’s headlights illuminated Ye Shaohua’s face—she looked as she always did, only having pulled down the black hood of her windbreaker, and even her cold brows seemed to reflect a chilling fierceness.

Standing calm-faced before these four men, who clearly weren’t to be trifled with, she was unfazed even as the helicopter’s downwash made her clothes flap noisily.

Slightly squinting her eyes, her eyelashes cast downward, she heard the stirring call of "Coach Ye."

She merely glanced faintly at the four men and nodded nonchalantly towards them.

After thinking briefly, she then made an acknowledging sound, "Mhm."

The men received a response and their eyes turned red, instantly standing even more erect.

Ye Feng and Old Master Ye looked as if they had seen a ghost, watching these young men’s excitement turn red-faced even in the face of Ye Shaohua’s indifference.

Could it be... an illusion?

Ye Feng stared blankly at Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua was unaware of what Ye Feng and Grandfather were thinking; she just stood with one hand in her pocket, lips pursed, looking at the four men with a piercing gaze, "Where exactly is Ye Li now?"

"Reporting to Coach Ye! He is in Jiuzhou Island’s sector C!" the leading man stepped forward and declared in a loud voice.

"Give me a communicator." Ye Shaohua extended her hand, and one of the men immediately handed her a brand-new Communicator and Communication Watch.

Ye Shaohua skillfully wore the communicator on her ear and held the Communication Watch in her other hand.

Ye Feng, holding an umbrella, was about to step forward to ask Ye Shaohua what was happening, but his feet were rooted to the spot. If the previous moment was an illusion, was the current conversation between Ye Shaohua and this man also an illusion?

Coach Ye...

His hand gripping the umbrella handle trembled, and Ye Feng, struck by a thought, looked up blankly at Ye Shaohua.

Just then, a high-beam light swept over from the entrance of the military airfield.

The dull sound of a modified vehicle came from not far away.

Ye Feng was from officialdom, not sensitive to such sounds, but Grandfather was very sensitive to this type of sound, although his mind couldn’t quite process it at the time.

After a while, he tugged Ye Feng aside.

A modified vehicle "whooshed" to a halt at the gate.

The driver’s side door opened, and a man in a beige coat stepped out, under the light revealing a distinct and charming face.

In Imperial City’s circles, he stood at the pinnacle of his generation, holding power over much of the Military District under the Mu Family, to the extent that even Old Master Rong had to make way for him—

Rong Zhe!

Everyone knew the Mu Family’s General was under the Rong Family.

They also knew that if it weren’t for Rong Zhe, the Mu Family would never have been able to choose the Rong Family.

Naturally, Ye Feng recognized Rong Zhe, the powerful young master of the Rong Family, and his expression changed.

He and Grandfather were currently not part of the military and had not received deployment orders. Everyone in the political arena knew that international conditions were complicated and turbulent, and the military airfield, with its flight routes to Jiuzhou Island, was completely isolated at the moment.

Yet here they were, violating military orders by being here, which if pursued, could mean more than just losing their positions.

Ever since Ye Feng last encountered the Mu Family, he had realized that it must have been because of Ye Shaohua that the Mu Family signaled the Rong Family to promote them.

From that day forth, Ye Feng warned Ye Li to be extremely cautious in all matters.

But now...

Now...

Ye Feng felt panic arising within him, seen by Rong Zhe in this place, it was almost equivalent to defying military commands!

His fingers ached from the tightness of his grip, and Ye Feng suddenly turned his head toward Ye Shaohua and the four men inside the airfield, his back breaking into a cold sweat, feeling a chill at the bottom of his heart.

Why was Rong Zhe here at this time?

Who has come to catch?

Ye Feng had only met Rong Zhe once, not well-acquainted, but he had heard of Rong Zhe’s reputation in the officialdom more than once or twice.

At the moment, he didn’t know whether Rong Zhe still remembered him, and Ye Feng was too late to wonder what identities Ye Shaohua and the other four people inside the airport were assuming.

He merely lifted his foot and walked towards Rong Zhe.

But what he didn’t expect was that Rong Zhe didn’t look at him at all, and walked directly past him into the airport.

Ye Shaohua slightly shifted her stance.

She looked towards the man walking over under the light.

His face did not bear the dissolute and unfettered demeanor spoken of by outsiders, nor did he wear any smile; he just silently walked over, his handsome face with a hint of Evil Qi looking somewhat stern.

He stopped one meter away from Ye Shaohua and stood still.

Ye Shaohua held her phone, not moving either, standing in place, quietly looking at the other party.

"This is the Jiuzhou Island pass," Rong Zhe produced a black, hard pass with a flip of his hand, his gaze so dark that the emotions in his eyes were indiscernible, speaking in a very calm voice, "You..."

Rong Zhe’s other hand, tucked in his pocket, clenched briefly, and he took a deep breath.

After pausing for a dozen seconds, he began speaking again, "With this, no one will stop you."

Ye Shaohua lowered her head to look at the item in his hand for a long while, and then reached out to take it.

Her hand was very pale, set against the black hard pass, it seemed almost translucent.

Because her eyelashes were lowered, it was hard to discern the expression on her face.

Ye Shaohua fiddled with the pass in her hand, noting the significant difficulty of procuring such items with the Flower Country Military District completely sealed off. She tucked the pass into her trench coat pocket, earnestly saying, "Thank you."

Rong Zhe smiled lightly as if it meant little to him.

He stood there, his black, shiny eyes fixed on Ye Shaohua, "You can go now."

Ye Shaohua nodded, reached for the rope hanging from the helicopter, and with a flip of her wrist, she was almost in mid-air when she somersaulted onto it.

The other four followed closely behind her.

Watching the helicopter becoming increasingly distant, Rong Zhe’s phone in his pocket was ringing incessantly, but he had been ignoring it.

Not until the helicopter was out of sight,

did Rong Zhe answer the call.

It was the furious voice of Grandfather Rong, "Rong Zhe, have you lost your mind!"

"I’m not insane," Rong Zhe still stood in place, his hair on his forehead now matted with several fine raindrops, one taking form along his chiseled jawline, trailing down.

He could feel an icy cold piercing his neck.

Rong Zhe spoke softly, "I’m not mad, Grandfather. I’m just happy. Five years ago, I couldn’t protect her. Now, it seems I can do something."

After he finished speaking lightly, he switched his phone off.

He stood there a moment longer, then gathered his coat around himself, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth, badness shining in the arch of his brows and the corner of his eyes as he strolled towards the exit at a leisurely pace.

A few people got out of the modified car.

"Young Master Rong." One person opened a large black silk umbrella, holding it over Rong Zhe’s head.

Rong Zhe narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, his expression returning to its usual unruly flirtatiousness, "Let’s go back."

As he stepped towards the car, spotting two figures outside the iron gate who had almost frozen into statues, Rong Zhe’s footsteps faltered.

He looked over at the two persons.

Ye Feng already saw Rong Zhe approaching, but although he thought of dozens of things to say, his body could not respond. After many years in politics, there was hardly anything that could shock him anymore.

Yet, at this moment, his mouth hung open wide, his throat parched, his brain bereft of language and command, and it seemed as though a thunderbolt had struck overhead, his eyes staring blankly in the direction Ye Shaohua had left.

Grandfather Ye wasn’t faring any better than Ye Feng.

When Rong Zhe called out to them, neither of them reacted at first.

He thought for a moment, then pointed to one person to stay behind, "Leave a car here, make sure to send these two home later without any mistakes."

After Rong Zhe left as well,

the military airport finally fell into complete silence, absent the sound of the helicopters or any conversation.

Only the steady patter of rain could be heard.

It took quite a while before Ye Feng came back to his senses. He stiffly lowered his head to glance at Grandfather Ye, feeling as if his throat was dry and his soul was drifting in mid-air; he was like a man waking from a dream, "Dad, just now, just now did young master Rong come? And those from the international training camp, what did they call Shaohua... what?"