Bai Yaoyao looked at the man she had pinned under her foot and asked, “Can you speak English?”
“No! No! No! Please don’t kill me!” the man stammered, trembling. This woman was utterly ruthless—she didn’t even bother to ask why they had come before going straight for the kill. He quickly begged for mercy.
Bai Yaoyao rolled her eyes in frustration, pulled out her phone, and opened the translator app.
After a long back-and-forth, she finally understood: the man had tracked her from the black market. Seeing how much candy she had bought and learning about her massive supplies, all while being just a foreign girl, he had decided to rob and kill her.
Bai Yaoyao forced the man to drive to their base, which turned out to be a car rental shop.
Tsk, tsk. They knew she was short on cash and came to deliver themselves on a platter.
Bai Yaoyao showed no mercy—all seventeen of them were killed.
If you’re in this line of work, you better be prepared to lose your head at any moment. Besides, they had ill intentions and knew too much.
Bai Yaoyao checked out the cars in the rental shop and was delighted to find three modified Paramount Marauders. In the apocalypse, only vehicles like these would be useful.
She also took a few Wrangler Rubicons, Land Rover Defenders, and Toyota Prados.
She hadn’t planned on taking the other junk cars, but then she remembered Monkey was skilled with vehicles—he could modify and repair them. If any parts were needed for repairs on the road, these might come in handy.
So, she stored the remaining fifteen cars in her space, along with all the car repair and modification tools from the shop.
Finally, she took the last two boxes of instant noodles.
The entire rental shop was stripped clean—nothing left but trash.
Leave no feather behind!
Bai Yaoyao was in an exceptionally good mood, feeling like she had saved a fortune. Yesterday, she got a car from Sato Shinichi, and today, she scored six more usable ones from the rental shop. All that was missing now was an RV.
With so much to do, it was easy to forget things, so she decided to act on her thoughts immediately.
She called Monkey right away.
“Yaoyao-jie, save me!”
Bai Yaoyao was taken aback. She had almost forgotten—Monkey was the most reckless before the apocalypse. If he wasn’t causing trouble every day, it was every other day.
“Monkey, what’s wrong now?”
“Yaoyao-jie, you didn’t even scold me right away! Hahaha, it’s nothing serious. I’m just on the run right now. What’s up?” Monkey’s voice came through, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps and faint gunshots.
“Get me a few RVs. I need them modified to be top-notch. They don’t need to be fireproof or waterproof, but they should be bulletproof and capable of off-roading.” Seeing that Monkey still had the energy to joke around, Bai Yaoyao knew he was fine and cut straight to the point.
“My dear sister! Is that even possible for an RV? I’ll do my best!” Monkey said helplessly.
“Stock up on car repair and modification tools. And stop wasting money. After you finish with the RVs and buy the tools, transfer all your remaining money to my card, then go find Peiqi,” Bai Yaoyao instructed.
“Can I at least keep some money for dating?” Monkey asked.
“Want to die?”
“Got it, Yaoyao-jie. Mission accomplished!” Monkey immediately straightened up.
…
Thinking about cars reminded her of fuel—a crucial resource in the apocalypse that was hard to come by. She scrolled through her contacts, looking at the twelve people in her “family” list, and considered their locations.
She wondered who she could assign this task to. Stockpiling large quantities within China wasn’t realistic—the controls were too strict.
In the end, she called Shitou. Shitou liked staying in South America, but she wasn’t sure where he was now.
“Shitou, where are you?”
“Iraq.”
“Can you get some oil?”
Bai Yaoyao knew Shitou’s style and kept it brief.
“I’m broke. How about we steal it?”
Bai Yaoyao: ≡￣﹏￣≡
“Fine, just get it to me. The more, the better!” Bai Yaoyao replied.
“One week!”
Shitou hung up immediately. Truth be told, their organization never lacked missions. In the assassin world, they were considered the gold standard—renowned for their high mission success rate and reliability, which also meant they charged premium rates.
Everyone had plenty of money, but no matter how much was in Shitou’s account, it never lasted through the night.
Shitou grew up in an orphanage and had a tough childhood before their master took him in. Still, he held deep affection for the orphanage and donated money whenever he had any.
Once, after donating, he discovered the local officials had embezzled the funds—none of it reached the children. In a single day, he killed all seven corrupt officials.
He could no longer stay in the country and had been living in South America ever since, only returning to donate money.
One investigator seemed to have a personal vendetta against Shitou—he had to know why Shitou killed. He quit his job and pursued Shitou for three years.
He couldn’t understand why Shitou would donate money and kill people—two extremes.
He demanded an answer.
“I kill because I want to kill. There’s no reason,” Shitou refused to explain.
The investigator returned to China and continued digging until he uncovered the truth: the seven officials had colluded to embezzle Shitou’s donations. Only then did he give up.
But the fact remained—Shitou had killed, and he was still a major fugitive in China.
However, Bai Yaoyao knew Shitou was in a good mood. When he learned that the stubborn investigator had faced retaliation, he specifically returned to China and killed three more people.
Violence can’t solve the root of the problem, but it can solve the immediate one.
That was Brother Shitou’s motto.
After everything was settled, Bai Yaoyao let out a long sigh. With her brothers around, she had saved so much trouble. If she had to handle everything herself, she’d go crazy trying to manage it all.
Bai Yaoyao ran through the list in her mind: Fatty was in charge of weapons and medicine, Peiqi handled housing, Monkey took care of vehicles, and Shitou was responsible for oil and diesel.
She thought about what else was missing, but it wasn’t easy to acquire in Japan.
She decided to blow up the Yasukuni Shrine that afternoon and then hurry back to China. There were two important tasks waiting for her back home, and she didn’t dare delay.
Bai Yaoyao familiarized herself with the bombs beforehand—it had been years since she’d handled them, and she was a bit rusty. She bought a set of Japanese-style girl clothing, put it on, and entered the Yasukuni Shrine with the other tourists.
She stored the bombs in her space and passed through security without a hitch. She didn’t act immediately but followed the tourists, observing everything along the route.
On the way, she even chatted with two elderly Korean ladies, despite the language barrier. They took photos together, and Bai Yaoyao gave them some onigiri and crispy seaweed she thought were delicious.
Instantly, they became close friends despite the age difference.
When the time felt right, Bai Yaoyao said she needed to use the restroom. Her two new friends insisted on accompanying her, but she managed to slip away alone after some persuasion.
Bai Yaoyao went to a restroom 200 meters from the main hall, placed the bomb in the center of the hall, and quickly returned to her friends during the few seconds before detonation.
The moment the bomb exploded, she grabbed her two elderly friends and ran toward the exit. It wasn’t out of kindness—she just wanted to clear herself of suspicion.
The two elderly friends were terrified by the explosion, their ears temporarily deafened. Seeing their newly adopted Chinese sister pulling them along desperately, they were moved to tears.
When they reached the exit, they found it blocked. Bai Yaoyao hadn’t expected the two Korean ladies to have some influence—they were among the first to be released.
Fortunately, her friends didn’t forget about her. They insisted she was with them and even showed the photos as proof.
The Japanese officials, seeing Bai Yaoyao’s tear-filled, red-rimmed eyes and her delicate, fragile frame, let her go as well. Her elderly friends immediately hugged her.
The three of them, sobbing and crying, headed to the airport together.