The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 411

A good Military Supervisor always has an equally excellent Political Commissar by their side, handling both military duties and everyday life, maintaining at least a basic balance. Otherwise, chaos is inevitable for an army. If the Military Supervisor is alcohol, then the Political Commissar must be a cup of sobering tea. The Political Commissar is the mother within the army.

"Alright, let’s talk about you."

The conversation started shifting towards Ye Tian.

"What’s there to say about me? It’s just a matter of how I died."

"Heh heh, you brat, still playing dumb with us? Do you really think you can fool us with your little tricks?"

His words took Ye Tian by surprise. This was not a normal interrogation tactic. Even without severe torture, there was no need for such a teasing tone.

Probably guessing Ye Tian’s thoughts, the Political Commissar added, "We are well aware of your identity and your past actions. We were also one of the organizers and planners of that operation. Don’t look at me like that; we just crawled out from the big gully in Tibet. It can’t be helped, the scope of your case is too broad. Anyone that can be dealt with, must be dealt with. Look at you, boy, a headstrong youth, causing us two Lieutenant Colonels to be dismissed."

Ye Tian seemed to catch on, but it was still somewhat vague. What did they mean? Was the past operation a one-off deal?

"What do you mean by that? What exactly was the last operation, can you tell me about it first?"

The elderly leader with white hair squinted at Ye Tian and asked with a smile, "You should have quite a lot of information in your hands, right? Can you say you aren’t clear on it?"

Ye Tian, who had crawled through life and death many times, still felt sweaty under the gaze of this old man.

"I know a bit, but it’s still a bit more reassuring to hear it spoken by you. After all, for such a big event, if someone like me could easily dig it out, you wouldn’t really believe it, would you?"

"I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

The two old men looked at each other, and the Political Commissar said, "Alright, that’s enough for today. I’ll unlock the handcuffs for you. If you want to run, go ahead, we won’t stop you."

The Political Commissar took out a toothpick from his pocket, poked it into the keyhole of the handcuffs, and they opened. This trick for unlocking the handcuffs nearly dazzled Ye Tian.

The other leader grumbled, "Why bother handcuffing in the first place, such a hassle, now to unlock it. So troublesome."

Ye Tian curled his lips, so the comment was meant for him.

After unlocking Ye Tian’s handcuffs, the two stood together, glanced at Ye Tian, and then turned to leave. Ye Tian, who was lying in bed, called out, "Leader, I have one more thing to ask you."

The leader turned back, glaring fiercely at Ye Tian, "If you’ve got something to say, spit it out!"

Ye Tian took a moment to gather his spirits; leaning on the bed hurt his ribs.

"I just wanted to ask about the organizers of this event, is there an old man with the last name Mo? Oh, he has two granddaughters, they are twins. Don’t get it wrong."

"Didn’t I tell you? The remaining matters will be discussed with you in a few days by someone else. Then you can ask whatever you want, and we will surely leave nothing unsaid. Alright, stop straining yourself, it’s painful just to watch."

Ye Tian lay powerlessly on the hospital bed, the pain in his ribs pulsing and irritating his nerves, making him very uncomfortable.

Even though he didn’t get an answer to his question just now, looking at their expressions, it seemed to match what the documents said. It was probably the case. Thinking of Mo Yan, Ye Tian’s heart inexplicably twitched,

"Why is my heart feeling so uncomfortable?"

Life in the hospital was extremely dull. Although he was free to move around, Ye Tian really had no intention of escaping. Having come this far, he naturally wouldn’t just leave lightly. If he left this time, he wouldn’t know when he’d be able to return, and it was not easy to gain admission to this top hospital.

Every day, the nurses came in three times to change the dressings, which later changed to twice a day. By the fourth day, to the nurse’s surprise, Ye Tian’s injuries had healed by more than half, and even his nearly severed toes were almost completely healed. The attending doctor was amazed by Ye Tian’s body, repeatedly extolling it as a medical miracle, an achievement worthy of the Nobel Prize in Medicine from Huaxia in nearly a hundred years.

Ye Tian didn’t pay much attention to this. Soldiers, by nature, have physical fitness beyond ordinary people. And people from the Dragon Team are the elite of the elite. If they couldn’t recover quickly from such minor injuries, they would only have one outcome on the battlefield where medical resources are scarce: death. Indeed, when Ye Tian mentioned he was a soldier and had undergone similar anti-torture training, the doctor’s expression improved a lot, muttered a ’no wonder,’ and did not bring up the subject again. However, a nurse who had privately altered her uniform accidentally mentioned something about muscle regeneration superpowers, which caught Ye Tian’s attention, and he subconsciously touched his right wrist.

On the fifth day, just when Ye Tian had grown tired of lying in bed, people arrived, two plainclothes police officers.

"Mr. Tian, we’re from the National Security Bureau. Please come with us."

"What’s the situation?"

"You will know what you need to know."

"Who’s your boss?"

"Lieutenant General Geng Zhi."

Geng Zhi. Ye Tian had no impression, he shook his head, "Sorry, I don’t know him. Please ask your leader to come in person. Otherwise, we’ll both waste time and neither of us will be happy, right?"

The two glanced at each other without a change in expression. One took out a mobile phone from his pocket, stepped out of the ward, and Ye Tian saw through the window that he only said a few words into the phone, hung up and re-entered the ward, "Please wait a moment, the person will arrive shortly."

Ye Tian nodded.

He had become immune to these matters. Since those guys could brazenly pick him up from the National Security’s space capsule by helicopter, why couldn’t others fish in troubled waters and take him away as well? Now that he had found a way, he didn’t wish to be fooled into going back again without a clear understanding.

After waiting nearly half an hour, someone rushed over with a bodyguard following, or at least someone who looked like a bodyguard.

"What’s going on, why are you still laying here?"

It turned out to be the Political Commissar who had come the other day.

This put Ye Tian at ease.