My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“Team leader, maybe we should wait for backup before proceeding,” Xiao Zhao said hesitantly.

“Go now,” Luo Weiwei gestured with her hand.

“Team leader.”

“That’s an order,” Luo Weiwei said angrily.

With no other choice, Xiao Zhao drove away.

Luo Weiwei drew her gun and swiftly followed Ye Xiong into the temple.

They encountered no resistance along the way and easily reached inside the main hall of the temple. At first, Luo Weiwei thought the enemy was unguarded, but it wasn’t until she inadvertently saw over a dozen fully armed bandits lying on the ground that she realized Ye Xiong had taken out all the bandits along the way, enabling her to enter the temple without hindrance.

Just then, sudden intense gunfire erupted ahead, with the sound of bullets piercing the still night sky.

Luo Weiwei ran forward and saw a figure crouched at the corner of the wall, too scared to rush out—it was Ye Xiong.

Just a few inches in front of him on the wall were dense bullet holes, with bullets flying as thick as rain.

In such circumstances, even with exceptional abilities, Ye Xiong couldn’t break through the barrage of bullets.

Ye Xiong picked up a stone from the ground and threw it over, only to hear a loud burst of gunfire as the stone was blasted to pieces.

“These freaks,” Ye Xiong cursed.

The passageway in front was only two to three meters wide, flanked by stone walls on either side; passing through unscathed was simply impossible.

“How’s it looking?” Luo Weiwei ran up and asked.

“Who told you to come here? Go back,” Ye Xiong said angrily.

This place was full of vicious bandits, not only strong and well-equipped but also utterly devoid of humanity. With Luo Weiwei’s strength, being here was tantamount to seeking death.

“I want to fight alongside you,” Luo Weiwei stated firmly.

“With your meager martial arts skills, fight what exactly?” Ye Xiong pushed her away and urged, “Go back. I can handle this.”

“I won’t,” Luo Weiwei bit her teeth tightly.

Ye Xiong unintentionally looked into her eyes and, aided by the light of the oil lamp in the temple, noticed the crystalline glow in her eyes.

The domineering policewoman was actually crying.

“In the past half year, I’ve watched families fall apart right before my eyes. The relatives of those missing children have knelt in front of me, begging me to save their kids. Every time, I promised them with conviction I would rescue their children. The chief said I made promises too lightly and should think about the consequences, but I couldn’t hold back. Because I know, if the police can’t offer them hope, those children’s families have nothing left.

For the past six months, I’ve not slept well a single night; I have been targeted for assassination five or six times, but I’ve never faltered. Because whenever I thought about giving up, the image of those clutching the legs of their children’s relatives surged into my mind.

Now that I finally have the chance to find those children, you’re telling me to wait. If you were in my shoes, could you do that?”

Luo Weiwei’s eyes were large, her eyelashes long, making her pupils appear especially beautiful.

Her fine eyebrows arched like crescent moons, and a high, aquiline nose swept between her eyes in an elegant line; her lips were thin and perhaps accustomed to curling slightly, giving her a perpetually fierce expression. Yet even so, she exuded a distinct, untamed charm.

Every time Ye Xiong looked at Luo Weiwei, he would habitually scrutinize her figure but not pay much attention to her face. Now that he was looking closely, he found her breathtakingly beautiful.

Of course, what moved Ye Xiong the most was realizing that Luo Weiwei was not only outwardly beautiful but also possessed an equally beautiful inner strength.

“You can stay, but you have to follow my orders. Don’t act recklessly like last time when we were after Yan Li, charging in brainlessly,” Ye Xiong warned.

“You’re the one who’s brainless,” Luo Weiwei retorted with a spit.

“Give me the gun,” Ye Xiong reached out his hand.

“Do you even know how to shoot?” Luo Weiwei asked hesitantly.

Although Ye Xiong’s martial arts prowess was strong, and his close combat abilities were among the best she had ever seen, she had never seen him fire a gun.

High martial arts skills did not equate to proficiency with firearms; the strongest marksmen were those who had been “fed” bullets.

In Huaxia Country, the regulations on firearms and ammunition were extremely strict. Current sharpshooters, apart from sport shooters, were military personnel; common people hadn’t even held a gun.

So when it came to Ye Xiong’s gun usage, she still harbored a skeptical attitude.

Out of trust for her, she still handed over her service pistol.

“The gun’s too crappy, but it’ll barely do,” Ye Xiong said.

Ye Xiong pulled out a mirror from his body, peeked at what was ahead through its reflection, and suddenly burst forward with great speed.

Bang, bang, bang!

Because he fired so rapidly, the six shots were almost executed in one breath, and then the entire corridor fell silent.

Luo Weiwei ran over and saw that at the corner ahead, six gunmen were lined up, all shot in the head with a single bullet.

The precise marksmanship took Luo Weiwei’s breath away.

This freak, which world did he come from? Six bullets, not one wasted.

Ye Xiong picked up a submachine gun from the ground and continued to break through.

With a gun in hand, he was unstoppable. The gangsters could only take their beating; within moments, the two of them had broken through to the core area and entered an underground chamber.

In the basement chamber, there were two soundproof rooms built. As soon as they entered, they heard a thunderous chorus of children’s shouts, echoing throughout the underground chamber.

Luo Weiwei rushed over and saw that inside more than thirty children were shouting, desperately banging on the iron doors.

“Luo Xiaobin, Yang Yu, Chen Lide, Zhao Wushuang…”

Seeing the familiar faces, Luo Weiwei’s tears poured out.

“Weiwei, step back,” Ye Xiong said.

Ye Xiong drew out Mo Bing and struck the iron door’s chain, severing it after several blows.

“Everyone, come out, don’t rush, one at a time,” Luo Weiwei shouted.

Just as they led more than thirty children out of the basement chamber, Ye Xiong had just heaved a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a wave of danger, and urgently yelled, “Everyone, get back!”

Bang, bang!

Two giants dropped from the sky, landing right where Ye Xiong had just been standing. If Ye Xiong hadn’t moved quickly, he would have been flattened by the impact.

On the open ground in front of them, two large and grotesque figures stood, their faces swollen, bodies covered in lumps, a sight to horrify anyone who saw them.

“Damn, not these detestable monsters again.”

These two Gene Warriors were even larger and more repulsive than Yan Li had been after his Transformation.

Both of the warriors held in their hands a massive machete over a meter long, their whole appearance deeply unsettling.

Seeing the two enormous monsters, the children started screaming, and a large portion of them were straight-up crying.

“Weiwei, take them and go,” Ye Xiong said, positioning himself with his sword in front of the two Gene Warriors, shouting anxiously.

“But what about you…”

“Go, now!” Ye Xiong roared.

Luo Weiwei knew lingering there would only cause trouble, so she hurriedly led the group of children far away.

The two Gene Warriors did not chase after the children. Their mud-yellow eyes glared fiercely at Ye Xiong as they emitted beast-like growls.