Three-Year-Old Sniper: Searching for Dad at the Border

[Hardcore little one + rugged-man fiction + border anti-drug operations + maximum wish fulfillment] In her previous life, she was the world’s most legendary sniper. After being reborn, she found herself a three-year-old “hostage” in a drug lord’s village on the border in the 1990s.

Faced with a drug lord’s gun pointed right at her, Ye Leilei smacked her pacifier, then pulled out an AK-47.

“You’re too noisy. You’re getting in the way of my growing up.”

A gunshot rang out, and a flower of blood bloomed between the drug lord’s brows.

Ye Feng, the famous “Border Wolf King” and captain of the anti-drug squad, would spend the rest of his life regretting that during a raid, he saw a little girl smelling of milk, smiling at him as she stood on top of a pile of corpses.

Ye Feng: “Sweetheart, put down the gun and come home with Daddy for some milk.”

Ye Leilei expertly worked the bolt, her gaze disdainful. “Mister, let me borrow your Type 95. This pistol has too little kick. It’s no fun.”

Ye Feng: “...”

Later, a legend spread through the special forces: You can provoke the King of Hell if you want, but never mess with the toddler who rides on Captain Ye’s shoulders and runs wild. She really can use a slingshot to snap your belt from a kilometer away!

Watching the ace soldiers crawl around looking for their teeth, Ye Feng stubbed out his cigarette and ruffled his daughter’s hair, his expression unreadable. “Leilei, the instructors are crying. Tonight you’re sleeping with Daddy, and Daddy will tell you a bedtime story.”