Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 284

Seeing that she was just an ordinary person, the blond man paid no attention to Ye Shaohua.

“Boss Xuan Mo has instructed us to keep an eye on people in Huaguo and look for anyone matching Y’s profile.”

For experts like them, who operated internationally year-round, ordinary people were hardly worth their notice.

The circles they moved in were far from mundane.

Naturally, neither of them thought Ye Shaohua could understand F-language.

The blond man left just before Ye Shaohua’s parents returned, handing Ye Siniang something before he went.

Ye Shaohua recognized it at a glance—a specially modified handgun.

Ye Cheng and Du Man came back soon after, but today, Ye Cheng seemed unusually cheerful.

“Siniang, Shaohua, guess what? I ran into an old comrade today,” Ye Cheng said, turning to Ye Shaohua. “Shaohua, get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to meet Uncle Bai and his son.”

Ye Shaohua knew this was part of the plot.

Adjusting her glasses, she gave a slight nod.

Watching the father and daughter, Ye Siniang smirked coldly.

“Siniang, since you’re not going to school tomorrow, come with us,” Ye Cheng said, not forgetting his elder daughter. He knew Bai’s family would likely dismiss Ye Shaohua, but he still hoped to open more doors for her. “Your mom bought new dresses for both of you. Wear them tomorrow.”

The next day, Ye Shaohua, clad in her black-framed glasses, followed Ye Cheng and Du Man to meet the Bai family.

Ye Siniang was already gone by morning, and she didn’t answer Ye Cheng’s calls.

Lately, his elder daughter had been vanishing mysteriously like this. Worried, Ye Cheng left her a message to reply when she had time.

The Bai family lived in a military compound.

Back when General Bai was just starting out, he and Ye Cheng had been comrades-in-arms. Ye Cheng had been relentless in those days—exceptionally skilled.

Once, when a young and reckless General Bai was shot in the heart, it was Ye Cheng who carried him to safety, saving his life.

They say a tiger father doesn’t sire a dog of a daughter. General Bai had assumed Ye Cheng’s child would be cut from the same cloth.

But when he saw the hunched, bespectacled girl trailing behind Ye Cheng and Du Man—her face barely visible—his heart sank.

To be honest, General Bai was disappointed.

“Shaohua—may I call you that?” General Bai said, masking his distaste for Ye Cheng’s sake. He nudged his half-asleep son with his foot. “Xuan Mo, this is Uncle Ye, Auntie Du, and your younger sister Shaohua. She’s a year younger than you. Say hello.”

Bai Xuan Mo, looking thoroughly drowsy, glanced up at Ye Shaohua with disinterest. “Uncle Ye, Auntie Du, Sister Shaohua. Hello.”

His demeanor was lazy, nothing like a soldier’s.

Ye Cheng found it odd—especially since the usually strict General Bai didn’t reprimand him.

Ye Shaohua poked at the fish in her bowl, half-listening to the conversation.

General Bai studied her as he spoke.

The girl across from him barely lifted her head the entire time, seeming timid. Ye Cheng had already mentioned she’d been introverted since childhood.

Truthfully, Bai Xuan Mo wasn’t that young anymore, and he’d had his share of girlfriends. Given his status, subordinates often brought their daughters around.

General Bai had seen plenty of outstanding young women. Someone like Ye Shaohua—tongue-tied, unemployed after college, leeching off her parents—wouldn’t have warranted a second glance from him, let alone Bai Xuan Mo.

But she was Ye Cheng’s daughter.

For his old comrade and savior’s sake, he viewed her through a lenient lens and refrained from outright disdain.

Still, any thought of pairing her with Bai Xuan Mo evaporated.

All in all—disappointing.

Even though his old friend was now a shadow of his former self due to injuries, back in the day, Ye Cheng had been the team’s top sharpshooter, a legend.

“Ye, we’re in luck today. Our Bai family’s training base is nearby, and Xuan Mo’s here. Why don’t you come show him what a hundred-percent hit rate looks like?” General Bai said, deliberately ignoring Ye Shaohua.

At this, Bai Xuan Mo finally looked at Ye Cheng with interest.

He hadn’t expected this unassuming man to be the famed marksman his father spoke of.

“Uncle Ye, enlighten me?” Bai Xuan Mo perked up.

It had been ten years since Ye Cheng last held a gun. Hesitant but stirred by the old fire in his veins, he glanced at Du Man.

She smiled. “Go ahead, Lao Ye.”

With that, Ye Cheng agreed. He really had missed the feel of a firearm.

Hoping to expose their reclusive daughter to the world, Du Man and Ye Cheng insisted Ye Shaohua tag along.

Mostly, though, Ye Cheng wanted her to see him in his element. The thought made him eager.

The Bai family’s training base was state-of-the-art, located underground in the military compound.

“This is an MA4 pistol. Low recoil, great for women,” Bai Xuan Mo said, his eyes on Ye Cheng as he swiftly disassembled the gun. “This is how it’s constructed—then you reassemble it.”

Though rusty, Ye Cheng’s first shot was only slightly off. After that, he didn’t miss a single target.

Nearly every bullet after struck dead center.

General Bai and Bai Xuan Mo were visibly impressed.

Glancing at Ye Shaohua, General Bai noticed she was watching Ye Cheng intently, seemingly fascinated—but she hadn’t paid any attention to Bai Xuan Mo’s breakdown of assembly, disassembly, or shooting techniques.

A pang of regret hit him.

What a waste—

She hadn’t inherited a shred of her father’s talent.

Seeing her lack of interest, Bai Xuan Mo set the gun aside, ready to pick Ye Cheng’s brain on sharpshooting.

Then Ye Cheng’s phone rang—Ye Siniang was calling.

“You have an elder daughter? Is she free? Have her come over,” General Bai said, brightening. He knew Ye Siniang was a top student—getting into A University’s graduate program meant she was disciplined and exceptional. He was eager to meet her.

Ye Siniang arrived swiftly.

She hadn’t worn the dress Du Man bought her, deeming it an afterthought purchase alongside Ye Shaohua’s.

She wouldn’t stoop to that.

Instead, she’d opted for athletic wear.

General Bai’s eyes gleamed at her outfit.

As a former agent in her past life, Ye Siniang recognized the significance of the Bai family’s training base the moment she saw it.

And when she locked eyes with General Bai, her shock deepened.

She’d never imagined that the unremarkable Ye Cheng had ties to someone of his stature.

“You’re Siniang, right?” General Bai said, pleased by her confident demeanor. “Try your hand at shooting. Let’s see if you can hit the target.”

After a crash course from General Bai, Ye Siniang took the pistol.

She knew excelling here could open doors.

Right now, she needed powerful backing.

Steadying herself, she channeled all her focus into the shot.

Agents trained in many skills, but Ye Siniang had only been a third-tier operative—strong in combat, decent overall, but average at shooting.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Ten shots. Not a single miss, all between 6 and 9 rings.

Even Bai Xuan Mo, who’d been slouching drowsily, straightened up, staring at Ye Siniang in surprise.

“Ye, are you sure she’s never shot before?” General Bai exclaimed.

Ye Cheng nodded. He’d know. “Never.”

General Bai was electrified. “First time holding a gun, and she not only avoids missing but scores 7 and 9 rings? How did you not realize your elder daughter is a natural marksman, just like you?”

Ye Cheng had never noticed this talent in Ye Siniang either.

Watching him, Ye Siniang sneered inwardly.

See? Your precious daughter can’t even hold a gun properly. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure every injustice the original suffered is repaid.

This is just the beginning.

“Maybe he only knows what his younger daughter can’t do,” Ye Siniang said, shooting Ye Cheng a look.

General Bai paused, then glanced at Ye Shaohua, trying to smooth things over. “Siniang, let’s all go to Tianxiang Lou for lunch later. You missed the noon gathering.”

Oblivious to the jab, Ye Cheng chuckled warmly. “Your sister really doesn’t know how…”

Leaning against the wall, Ye Shaohua had been waiting to leave when Ye Siniang’s words struck her.

So this was when Ye Siniang started poisoning the Bai family against them—painting Ye Cheng as biased.

Which was why, in the end, the Bais stood by as the Ye family perished.

Listening to the praise heaped on Ye Siniang’s “beginner’s luck,” Ye Shaohua’s patience snapped.

She snatched the gun from Bai Xuan Mo’s hands—

Without even looking, she raised it toward the targets and fired.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ten shots.

Tossing the gun back onto the table, she cast Ye Siniang a sidelong glance.

“Nine rings? That’s impressive?”