Wu Qinglian stepped on the gas. The Ferrari's roar rolled forth as it vanished into the darkness like a streak of red light, disappearing without a trace.
The vehicles traveling behind could only follow that string of red taillights as it sped away.
Wu Qinglian's group was headed for Baoqing City. The two Japanese water conservancy experts traveling with them were very interested in the local hydrological environment, and Wu Qinglian knew perfectly well that their interest extended beyond that—to Baoqing's military airport as well.
Wu Qinglian recalled the little girl from earlier. Bright-eyed and fair-toothed, she had looked so fresh, as though she were forever immersed in morning mist, like a flower bud beaded with dew. She was at the most beautiful age of girlhood.
What a pity. All purity would eventually be tainted, just as a girl's youth would ultimately fade. In a few years, her eyes probably would no longer shine so brightly. If she were in Taiwan, she could take up the line of work involving person-to-person connections, which suited her quite well.
Everyone enjoyed seeing beautiful things destroyed. Wu Qinglian was no exception.
"Are you all right now?" Wu Qinglian asked the young man beside her. She was slightly puzzled. Could it have been a sudden heart attack or something? That shouldn't be possible, should it? He looked quite sturdy, and when he put his back into it in bed, he was practically a caveman.
The young man released Wu Qinglian's thigh and let go of the hand clutching his own chest. The pain from before, when he had been unable to breathe, as if a ten-thousand-ton boulder were crushing his chest and his whole body were about to cramp up, quickly vanished as the car drove away.
It had come without warning, like a