A-Level Pursuit
A-Level Pursuit chapter 39

“It wasn’t until that moment that I realized Eugene Reinis’s appearance wasn’t for the so-called ‘rescue.’ He wanted to completely silence the people who infiltrated the Lugo camp that night.”

Recalling the horrifying scene that day, the lingering pain of eight years still lingered in his heart.

Liang Qiuchi wearily covered his face.

At that time, he was holding the bloodied Mo Xin, with Xiang Bei’s body lying beside him. It was such despair and helplessness.

If Mo Xin hadn’t still had a breath left, he would have simply shot himself, to accompany them in death.

“Qiuchi, whether it was Xiang Bei’s death or my injury back then, it wasn’t your fault,” Mo Xin put his hand on Liang Qiuchi’s thigh, comforting him with a caress on his knee.

“It all started because of me, so how is it not my fault?” Liang Qiuchi sighed deeply.

From the moment he infiltrated the Lugo camp and broke up Reinis and Lugo’s arms deal, some things were already doomed.

Unfortunately, he was too young, too reckless, and too idealistic at that time, thinking that the Federation he had once been proud of was just bitten by a bug named “Reinis” behind his back.

As long as the bug was removed, the Federation would still be the one he was loyal to.

So after that ridiculous hostage incident ended, the first thing Liang Qiuchi did when he returned to San Lorenzo was to report Reinis’s arms smuggling and collusion with illegal armed forces to the relevant authorities by name.

“Now thinking back, how could I have been so stupid at that time, really beyond redemption.”

Although Liang Qiuchi had been cautious at the time, seeking his father’s advice and finding an official in the relevant department with a good relationship with his family.

He thought that this would prevent the evidence materials he submitted from being ignored or secretly confiscated, and he believed that through this relationship, it should be enough to attract the attention of the Federation.

But he didn’t expect that within less than a month, his father would be arrested and imprisoned for treason.

Liang Qiuchi poured himself a drink, finished it in one gulp, and said in a deep voice, “Many people are involved in this chain of interests. I was too naive, thinking the other party was a friend, but he turned around and handed the materials I submitted to Reinis.”

He regretted and hated himself, crushing the goblet in his hand, leaving his hand bloody with shards of glass.

Mo Xin held his hand and said solemnly, “What about your father’s suicide…”

“It was forced,” Liang Qiuchi said darkly, “I saw him the day before, and there were no signs of suicide.”

His father was a stubborn and loyal soldier of the Federation. From an unknown soldier, he rose to become the Deputy Minister of Defense of the Federation based on his outstanding military achievements. He cherished this honor more than anyone else and would never tarnish it with the cowardly act of suicide, sacrificing a lifetime of effort.

At that time, several political friends of his father also issued statements supporting his innocence, demanding that the Federation establish a special task force to investigate the truth. But after his father’s “suicide,” these people gradually disappeared from the government in various ways.

“Everything happened too fast, within less than two months,” Liang Qiuchi tightened his grip on Mo Xin’s hand and said heavily, “You can imagine the extent of the network behind this.”

Even investigating a regular case, this amount of time might not be enough, let alone a treason charge involving high-ranking federal officials.

Such a swift and sloppy conclusion clearly indicated someone was feeling guilty and wanted to close the case quickly.

Mo Xin looked silently at their clasped hands for a while before saying, “I didn’t know any of this… If I could have helped you back then…”

“During that time, you were in a coma and naturally unaware,” Liang Qiuchi stroked his fingers, saying softly, “The only thing I’m grateful for these years is that you weren’t involved in all of this.”

After Mo Xin was shot, Liang Qiuchi fought desperately with Eugene Reinis.

When the real rescue team arrived, Eugene Reinis’ face was beaten to a pulp, and Liang Qiuchi’s face was bruised and swollen. The outer muscles of his calf were also pierced by a bullet, causing heavy bleeding.

Even so, he still stubbornly refused the medical treatment offered by the military doctor and insisted on accompanying the unconscious Mo Xin into the ambulance.

The bullet had passed through Mo Xin’s back right side, fortunately missing vital organs, but the bleeding from the through-and-through wound was severe. It took Mo Xin a whole week to be declared out of danger.

Those seven days were extremely agonizing for Liang Qiuchi.

When he heard the doctor say that Mo Xin was out of danger, he collapsed on the ground, exhaling heavily.

But immediately after the doctor’s words, it was like a blow to Liang Qiuchi.

“But the patient has been in a coma all along, whether he can wake up, and when he will wake up, depends on him.”

Liang Qiuchi blinked slowly, taking a long time to understand what the doctor meant.

That afternoon, Mo Xin was transferred to a regular ward. He lay motionless on the bed, no different from his usual quiet and uncommunicative self, just a little paler.

Liang Qiuchi stood in front of the bed, staring at him for a long time.

Self-blame, guilt, heartache, sadness, relief, and other emotions surged endlessly, but the strongest was reluctance.

Until the sunset faded, and the last ray of light in the ward was swallowed by darkness, Liang Qiuchi finally approached and kissed Mo Xin’s cool forehead.

The confession that had lingered in his heart for a long time, the love words that had been revised on paper many times, finally turned into a soft “I’m sorry.”

When he left, he coincidentally met Mo Xin’s older brother, Mo Qi, at the door.

“Leaving?” Mo Qi looked at the person in the ward through the glass and raised his eyebrows at Liang Qiuchi. “Are you willing to leave him?”

Liang Qiuchi pursed his lips and said, “Some things must be done.”

Mo Qi nodded without asking more, just meaningfully said to him, “Since you’ve decided, then leave decisively. Don’t look back. If Mo Xin wakes up, I’ll let you know. You can rest assured.”

Liang Qiuchi was silent for a moment, nodded, and said “Thank you” before limping away.

He almost gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to look back.

After returning to San Lorenzo, he devoted himself to exposing the ugly face of the Reines family’s complicity in illegal arms trafficking and violence.

During this time, he attended Xiang Bei’s funeral and also went to the memorial service for the twenty-four officers who sacrificed their lives in the hostage incident.

At the memorial service, he met the sister of their third action group leader, Wu Yahui, and helped Xiang Bei pass the blood-stained pocket watch to her.

“I heard you reported the Reines family for selling arms,” Wu Yahui pulled Liang Qiuchi aside when they were alone. At that time, she still had short and neat hair, but her red eyes revealed a hint of softness. “Did my brother die because of this?”

Liang Qiuchi remembered the team leader’s instructions and shook his head at her. “You shouldn’t get involved in this.”

“I can’t let him die in vain,” Wu Yahui gritted her teeth. “If what you reported is true, it definitely involves more than just the Reines family!”

“I know, I’m gathering evidence,” Liang Qiuchi said.

“Your power alone is too limited. Count me in on this,” Wu Yahui said.

Wu Yahui was always decisive in words and actions. She rallied several officer family members like her to help Liang Qiuchi broaden his sources of information, and the collected information became increasingly chilling.

Liang Qiuchi worked tirelessly between federal departments, unwilling and afraid to stop.

Because once he stopped, he couldn’t help but think about Mo Xin, how he was doing now, and wanting to run to Danga State to see him.

It wasn’t until three months later that Liang Qiuchi received a message from an unknown number, only three short words: he woke up.

At that time, he was dressed in plain black, watching his father’s ashes being buried.

He didn’t dare to think about what would happen after Mo Xin woke up because his world had already collapsed, and there was no turning back.

His only thought was not to let Mo Xin get involved in this vortex.

So Liang Qiuchi only glanced at the text message and deleted it along with the unfamiliar number.

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