202: Chapter 202 The cook's mouth is a liar's tongue, always trying to fool people!

This time, Qin Feng finally had some reaction.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, confirmed there were no pursuers, and his tone carried a hint of playfulness.

"Local conflict? Heh."

Qin Feng chuckled, which sounded particularly grating.

"You really are naively cute. Do you think this is just two countries having a minor spat over some border line?"

Yaro was stunned. Wasn't it?

At least the orders and strategic deployments issued by the military high command were all based on this premise.

"A Border Defense Battalion, just like that, gone!"

"What's a battalion?" Qin Feng's tone was flat, though his lips were a bit pale.

"Soon, you will see entire field armies being harvested like wheat on the battlefield."

"You will see once-powerful nations falling apart within days, their national flags used as foot rags."

His words carried no emotion, because he had seen such situations too many times in his past life.

"You... what exactly are you talking about?"

Qin Feng drove the truck into a dense forest and turned off the engine.

"Do you know about the S3 season?"

"What... S3?"

Yaro couldn't keep up with his train of thought at all; this was a term she had never heard before.

"Looks like you don't."

Qin Feng leaned back against the seat, seemingly enduring the excruciating pain in his back, but his tone grew increasingly relaxed.

"Let me put it this way, I'll use a story from my hometown as an analogy."

"The stage we are in right now doesn't even count as a warm-up match; at most, it's just the qualifying rounds for the pre-season."

"The world is about to change. The international order and political landscape you know will be completely reshuffled."

"In the end, over 90% of the countries on this planet will be wiped off the map."

Boom!

It was as if something had exploded in Yaro's head.

90% of countries will disappear?

What a bold statement!

This is no longer war; this is the apocalypse!

"Impossible!" She blurted out in rebuttal.

"This is absolutely impossible! The United Nations wouldn't allow it, and countries around the world wouldn't allow such a thing to happen!"

"The United Nations?"

Qin Feng looked as if he had heard the funniest joke of the century.

"That thing will soon become a historical term."

"When survival and resources become the only themes, all rules and order will cease to exist."

"Only power is the ultimate truth."

In his previous life, he had witnessed all of this with his own eyes.

From the initial political maneuvering and local conflicts to the subsequent global total war, countless nations and civilizations were reduced to ashes.

The so-called international treaties were as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of absolute interest and survival.

Yaro stared at him blankly, her lips moving, but she couldn't say a single word.

Her long-held beliefs and everything she had fought for were shattered by these few words from Qin Feng.

She wanted to refute it, but realized she couldn't find any strong arguments.

Because this man had just proven with his actions that the "power" he possessed truly surpassed the "rules" she could understand.

"I..." she said with difficulty, "Why should I believe you?"

"You don't need to believe." Qin Feng's tone turned cold.

"You only need to know that the country you are loyal to, and you yourself, are just ants on a sinking ship that can be sacrificed at any moment."

"And I can give you a chance to board Noah's Ark."

He suddenly leaned in closer, his oppressive aura enveloping Yaro.

"I know you have many questions you want to ask me, but knowing too much will do you no good."

He extended a finger and lightly tapped Yaro's lips.

"Watch your mouth; you should know what should and shouldn't be said."

Yaro stiffened, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but found her back already pressed tightly against the car door.

"Follow me." Qin Feng's voice was full of allure, "Be a good piece of my private property. I can make you stronger."

"Strong enough that those you once looked up to will only be able to kneel at your feet."

"I can even give you... the weapon you've dreamed of."

Hearing this, Yaro's breathing began to quicken.

She also wanted to become as strong as the Chef.

She also wanted to possess a sniper rifle that could blow up a patrol car in one shot.

And even more, she wanted to be like the Chef, clearing out an entire position with one shot!

Her heart began to beat violently, like never before.

Qin Feng took in her expression, a barely perceptible curve forming on the corner of his mouth.

The fish has taken the bait.

"Now, do you want to kill me, or do you want to come with me?"

Yaro didn't answer, but her heart was very conflicted.

Just then, a faint moan came from the back seat.

Lanna had woken up.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the back seat of the truck.

Her head was still a bit dizzy; it was the aftereffect of the explosion just now.

At this moment, fragments of memory began to piece together rapidly.

RPG rocket... blinding fire... the Chef shielding her tightly beneath him, his back blocking all the impact and shrapnel for her...

Lanna jerked her head up, meeting Qin Feng's gaze as he looked over.

"Awake?" Qin Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"You... your back!"

Lanna's gaze landed right on his back, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She struggled to sit up, but was held down by Qin Feng.

"Don't move around, I'm not going to die."

Qin Feng said it nonchalantly, but fine beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead.

"It's all my fault!" Lanna's voice carried a crying tone, tears falling uncontrollably, "If it weren't for saving me..."

"Alright, stop being so sentimental." Qin Feng frowned and interrupted her, "You are my person, saving you is only right. Besides, you are an important little maid, it would be a pity if you died."

Again with this kind of nonsense!

Lanna was both angry and touched, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

This man always said the most infuriating things at the most touching moments.

She raised her hand wanting to punch Qin Feng, but seeing his pale face, the raised fist ultimately turned into a gentle caress, landing on his face.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Qin Feng looked away, always feeling like something was wrong.

Why is the "little maid" so sentimental today? It's not like her personality at all!

Yaro, on the side, watched all of this coldly like an outsider.

She watched Lanna's undisguised concern for Qin Feng, and then looked at Qin Feng, who, despite his impatient words, tacitly accepted this intimate behavior in his actions.

She suddenly had a realization in her heart.

So, this is what "private property" means.

It is a partner who shares life and death, a comrade-in-arms who can entrust their back to the other, and also... an intimate relationship that can flirt without restraint.

This seems... not quite the same as the "captive" she imagined.

"We must take the shrapnel out, otherwise your back will be ruined."

Lanna checked Qin Feng's wound, and her expression turned very ugly.

Several metal shrapnel pieces of varying sizes were deeply embedded in his muscles, with one piece very close to his spine.

"Let me do it."

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Lanna and Qin Feng both looked at Yaro at the same time.