Mountains erupted in Qin Hong’s vision—**not just mountains.**
Snow-capped peaks stabbed the heavens, their reflections shimmering in a ke so pristine it seemed carved from emerald. The water’s surface, kissed by sunlight, glowed an ethereal green, as if warning him: *One step closer, and your city grit will defile it.*
And there, nestled against the shore—a two-story vil of white jade, its gss walls mirroring the ndscape so perfectly it might’ve grown from the earth itself. The air smelled of wild grass, a fragrance long forgotten by Qin Hong’s concrete-bound lungs.
His mind, however, was a shipwreck in a storm.
*"Nice, right?"* The girl—Ren Sisi—yanked his sleeve toward the vil. *"I babbled for an hour my first time."*
*"Where the hell are we? This can’t be China anymore!"* Qin Hong’s composure shattered.
Sisi ignored him, humming as they walked.
*"What is this pce? Who are you people? ANSWER ME!"*
*"Ask the boss inside."* She shrugged, as if discussing the weather.
*"At least tell me your name!"*
She smirked. *"Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?"*
*"Qin Hong. Literature grad. Unemployed."*
*"Ren Sisi. The ‘Boss’s’ assistant."*
*"Assistant? Then why hire me? What does this company even—"*
*"—Do you like the view?"* Sisi interrupted, pointing at a butterfly. *"Wanna live here?"*
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### **The Talking Door Guardians**
The vil’s entrance was fnked by two iron doors, each adorned with a sculpted head:
- **Left**: A stern German Shepherd, its gold colr doubling as a knocker. - **Right**: A smug blue cat, licking its lips.
The cat’s stone eyes rolled toward them. *"Sisi! Where’s my treat?"*
She giggled, stuffing a lollipop into its mouth.
*"Glutton,"* the dog-head growled. *"You—human! Name. Purpose. NOW."*
*"Sa Dun, py nice!"* Sisi scolded, feeding it a grape candy. *"He’s here for the assistant job."*
With a groan, the doors swung open.
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### **The Boss’s Gambit**
Inside, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the alpine panorama. A mahogany desk dominated the room, its surface holding only a ptop and a crystal ashtray.
*"Wait here."* Sisi vanished through a side door.
Qin Hong sat, eyes snagging on the rug’s **lightning-bolt emblem**—*the company logo?* The silence pressed against his eardrums.
*"Py along, then RUN,"* he decided.
A voice cut through his thoughts: *"Since you’re here… settle in."*
A man in his te twenties entered—**bck hair sharp as a bde, eyes colder than the mountain ke.** He radiated authority like a king tolerating a peasant.
*"Name. Background."*
Qin Hong obeyed, even admitting his mother’s death and absent father.
The man slid a silver briefcase across the desk. *"Deliver this. Bring back what’s inside. 30,000 soles upfront."*
*"What’s in it? I won’t smuggle drugs!"*
*"Cash. One million. A… trade."* The man’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. *"Or leave now and never know the truth."*
Qin Hong’s fingers twitched. *Walk away, and spend your life wondering.*
*"I’ll do it."*
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### **Skybound Chaos**
Sisi handed him a **flight-car key**—a transparent ste. *"Swipe to link with your earring."*
A **F300S hypercar** erupted from the ground: silver, winged, and armed to the teeth.
*"Set coordinates. Autopilot."* She waved goodbye.
But mid-flight, Qin Hong’s curiosity betrayed him. Reaching for the briefcase, he **smmed the dashboard—**
—and activated **twin Gatling guns.**
The sky became a warzone. Cars swerved, collided, **plummeted.**
Then came the sirens.
Three **Sky Patrol officers** descended, led by a raven-haired woman with **wings of steel and a sniper’s gre.**
*"Silver F300S! Land NOW!"*
Qin Hong grinned—**a fox cornering hounds—**and **yanked the throttle.**
The car **vomited fire**, rocketing toward the city’s heart as the officer spat into her comms:
*"All units! Suspect heading for Queen’s Boulevard! INTERCEPT!"*
