At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"Let's give it our all!"

Chen Geng gritted his teeth, first tucked the utility knife into his waistband, and tried to climb.

The wall was slippery and covered in moss, and the broken wire mesh cut his hands and clothes.

After finally scaling the wall, I looked down and saw nothing but darkness, the depths unknown.

He steeled his resolve, closed his eyes, and jumped.

"Splash!" Instead of the expected hard ground, he fell into a semi-solidified, foul-smelling swill pit!

The cold, indescribable filthy liquid instantly soaked through his clothes, and the pungent smell almost made him faint.

"vomit……"

Chen Geng gagged a few times, struggled to climb out of the mud pit, his whole body soaked and covered in a blackish-yellow sticky substance. In the dim light, he himself was disgusted with himself.

"Yang Yongchao...you fucking owe me a life! No, you owe me a huge favor! I've never been this filthy in my life!"

He wrung out his soaked trousers, turned on his small flashlight, and used the hem of his clothes to block most of the light, leaving only a sliver showing, as he cautiously made his way towards the second-phase landfill area.

Underfoot was a soft, uneven pile of garbage, gravel, and various kinds of waste. One step at a time, the ground was deep and the ground was shallow. The stench was everywhere, and mosquitoes buzzed around.

He endured the discomfort while keeping his eyes wide open and his ears perked up, not missing any unusual sounds.

Time passed second by second.

He moved like a ghost through the vast, dark junkyard, searching for places where people might hide and examining recent landfill traces.

I kept praying in my heart: Yang Yongchao, you must hold on! You must live!

However, as dawn broke in the east, he searched almost every place he thought was possible in the second phase landfill area, exhausted and smelling terrible, but found nothing.

Hope gradually faded, and despair and coldness eroded him.

"Could it be... that I'm too late? Or was the intelligence wrong?"

Chen Geng leaned against an abandoned compressor, panting heavily, looking at the dimly lit sky, his heart filled with despair.

He has done his best.

Just then, a heavy engine sound came from afar.

A large green dump truck slowly drove in, with "Green Source Cleaning" printed on its body.

It drove to a relatively flat area that looked like a newly planned landfill site, stopped, and the huge truck bed slowly rose.

Chen Geng suddenly jolted awake, his eyes widening! The garbage truck! It's only arriving now! Could it be… Yang Yongchao is in the truck?!

The intelligence report said it was "landfilled at the waste treatment plant at 8 AM," does that mean it was buried by this truckload of garbage? Am I too early? The garbage hasn't arrived yet?!

He understood instantly! His heart pounded again. He stared intently at the garbage truck.

The truck bed tilted, and with a loud crash, a massive amount of sludge, a mixture of household garbage and construction waste, poured out, piling up into a small mountain. Dust filled the air, and the stench was overwhelming.

After unloading the garbage truck, the driver seemed to get out to check it, then got back in, reversed, and prepared to leave.

Chen Geng held his breath and waited until the garbage truck was far away before rushing over without hesitation!

He used a stick he picked up to frantically dig through the pile of garbage that had just been dumped and was still steaming.

The stench and dust nearly suffocated him, but he didn't care.

"Yang Yongchao! Yang Yongchao! Are you in there? Answer me!" he called out in a low voice, oblivious to the cuts his hands were made by broken glass and metal fragments.

After digging for an unknown amount of time, just when he was about to despair again, the tip of the stick touched something soft and elastic, unlike ordinary garbage!

He lunged forward and frantically dug away the filth with his hands.

A huge, heavy black plastic garbage bag was exposed, its opening tightly tied and still slightly undulating!

Chen Geng felt all the blood rush to his head!

With trembling hands, he used a utility knife to cut open the bag. A strong stench of blood, sweat, and garbage assaulted his senses.

Inside the bag, Yang Yongchao was curled up, his face as pale as paper, his lips purple, and there was dried blood on his forehead. His hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth was taped shut, but his chest was still rising and falling slightly!

Still alive!

"Team Leader Yang! Yang Yongchao!"

Chen Geng was overjoyed. He quickly tore off the tape from the man's mouth, cut the rope, and checked his breathing. Although it was weak, he could still breathe!

He didn't dare to delay, and with great effort, he dragged Yang Yongchao out of the garbage bag and carried him on his back.

Yang Yongchao was taller and stronger than him, but he was now completely exhausted. In addition, Chen Geng himself was also exhausted. The mud was slippery and difficult, making every step extremely difficult.

"Hold on! I'll get you out of here!" Chen Geng gritted his teeth, carrying Yang Yongchao on his back, and staggered toward the wall he had come from.

By the time we reached the wall, it was already broad daylight.

Several people dressed in sanitation worker uniforms began to appear in the factory area.

Chen Geng inwardly groaned and quickly hid behind a pile of abandoned building materials.

He was now covered in filth, his clothes were unrecognizable in color and texture, and his face and head were smeared with mud, looking exactly like a homeless man scavenging for food in a garbage dump.

An elderly sanitation worker walked by and happened to see Chen Geng hiding behind the building materials and the "dirty stuff" on his back. He paused for a moment, then sighed, shook his head, took two cold steamed buns out of his pocket, tossed them over, and said in a thick local accent:

"Young man, you're doing a disservice... Hurry up and pick this up and get it away, the boss will come to inspect later and kick you out if he sees it. This... is this the 'goods' you picked up? Sigh, get it away quickly, others won't be as kind as me if they see it."

Chen Geng was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the other party had mistaken him for a homeless man who scavenged for garbage, and the unconscious Yang Yongchao for a "valuable piece of junk" that he had picked up.

He quickly mumbled "uh-huh" twice, lowered his head, and took the opportunity to stuff the steamed bun into his pocket. Then he carried Yang Yongchao on his back with even more effort and moved towards the gap in the wall.

The old sanitation worker shook his head and walked away, not paying any more attention.

Chen Geng used his last bit of strength to drag and pull Yang Yongchao out of the wall, where he collapsed next to his car.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath. He shoved Yang Yongchao into the back seat, got into the driver's seat himself, and started the car.

At the same time, he dialed Zhang Jiaxiao's number.

"Jiaxiao! Don't ask why! Take leave immediately! Go to the wedding house your family prepared for you! Bring Nurse Lin! Prepare first aid supplies! I'm coming right away! Someone is seriously injured! This must be kept absolutely secret!"

Chen Geng's tone was more stern and urgent than ever before.

Zhang Jiaxiao on the other end of the phone was clearly startled, but out of unconditional trust in Chen Geng, she didn't ask any further questions: "Okay! I'll be right back! I'll call Xiaoxiao!"

More than an hour later, Chen Geng's car came to a rickety stop downstairs in front of Zhang Jiaxiao's new house. This was the wedding house that Zhang Jiaxiao's parents had prepared for him in advance, but unfortunately, he hadn't even had a girlfriend in the past few years, so he was still living with his parents in the old house.

Zhang Jiaxiao and Lin Xiaoxiao were already waiting at the door when they were stunned to see Chen Geng and a "mud man" get out of the car.

"Quick! Help carry him up! Xiaoxiao, look at him!" Chen Geng shouted.