Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 270 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 15

Compared with her previous hasty travels and frequent twists and turns in fate, Sirong in this life is much luckier.

She traveled through time early enough to give her plenty of time to think and plan for the future.

No longer having to be pushed around by fate and drift with the tide like in her previous life, in this life, she can choose the career she wants to pursue when she grows up and walk a path that truly belongs to her.

What should I do?

In her previous life, she had been a powerful woman in the business world. She had also put on a white coat and treated countless patients with the kindness of a doctor.

Although those careers were glorious and respectable, Sirong always felt that those experiences seemed to be missing something.

She wanted a life that was more exciting and challenging, but also one that could make some real difference in this new world.

After repeated thinking and weighing, Sirong made a decision that surprised many people. She chose to go to police academy.

This decision puzzled many people. After all, with her special abilities and resources, it seemed that she could have chosen a more comfortable and smoother path.

But Sirong knew in her heart that the police academy and her future career as a police officer were the best choices for her.

For the people in this world, Sirong has a mysterious space on her body that can store and retrieve various items, and she also has a little assistant who can provide her with various intelligence and technical support at any time.

This combination of abilities is tailor-made for undercover missions, and her martial arts skills are also quite strong.

Even if her identity was exposed, she had enough self-protection capabilities. The various materials in the space, Xiao 5's powerful hacking skills and computing power could provide her with all-round protection.

When the admission letter from the police academy was sent home, the whole family fell into a long silence.

Si's father sat on the sofa, clutching the thin notice tightly in his hand, as if it were a heavy stone, pressing down on him and making him feel a little breathless. Si's mother stood beside him, her eyes complicated, sometimes looking at the notice, sometimes glancing at Sirong standing beside her, still unable to fully accept this fact.

Over the years, Sirong has never caused her family any worries about her studies.

Her grades have always been among the best, and her performance has won praise from teachers. She is the pride of the whole family, the daughter that they always feel proud and pleased when they mention her in front of relatives and friends.

The only thing that worries Sirong's parents is the terrible experience that Sirong had when she was kidnapped by human traffickers as a child.

That incident left a deep shadow in the hearts of the whole family.

From then on, no matter how busy they were, Sirong's father and mother would insist on personally picking her up and dropping her off at school, and this continued until she reached high school. They hoped that this way they could protect her as much as possible and prevent her from getting hurt again.

In their hearts, Sirong has always been a child with excellent academic performance and is very quiet.

She likes reading and staying quietly in her room to study various knowledge.

They had imagined countless times that Sirong would become a scholar, a doctor, or an executive of a large company in the future. They never thought that she would choose to become a police officer.

"Rongrong, why the police?" Sima finally broke the silence, with a hint of confusion in her voice.

This job option was something they had never thought of.

Sirong looked at her parents and said softly, "Mom and Dad, I know you are worried about me, and I also understand that you want me to live a stable life.

But for me, I hope to use my power to protect those in need."

Si's father looked up, his eyes full of concern and confusion: "Have you been brainwashed by some hot-blooded novel? The police profession is too dangerous. You went through that when you were a child, and we don't want you to be in any danger again."

"What are you thinking? There's no such thing as a steamy novel!" Sirong walked over to her parents, shook their hands, and said firmly yet gently, "It's because of my experiences that I understand the importance of justice and safety. I have the ability to protect myself, and I have the confidence to excel in this profession."

Tears welled up in Si Ma's eyes. She gently patted Si Rong's hand, her voice choked with sobs: "We just hope you are safe."

Sirong looked at her parents with a smile: "I know."

Sirong's mother frowned tightly, her eyes filled with worry, and her voice unconsciously rose a little: "Wouldn't it be better to choose a different profession? The risk is too high. If something happens to you, how will your father and I survive?"

As a mother, Sirong's safety has always been her greatest concern.

Sirong's father sat nearby, his brow furrowed, his face filled with worry. He was usually a calm man, but even now, he couldn't help but reveal his inner uneasiness.

Although Sirong has graduated and is most likely doing clerical work in the police station, he is still very worried.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse: "And your grandparents, they are old now and in poor health, and they can't stand any shock."

There was a sense of helplessness in his words, as if he had foreseen the various dangers that might occur in the future.

As a father, he naturally hopes that his daughter can choose a smooth and stable path and live a peaceful and happy life. He does not want Sirong to face those unknown risks and dangers.

Sirong understood her parents' concerns. In another world, she had also been someone else's mother.

She took a deep breath and said in a firm yet gentle tone: "But someone has to do these jobs, right?"

There was an unquestionable determination in her eyes and a sense of mission in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Sirong's mother's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked with sobs: "But we just want you to be safe and happy. We don't ask for you to achieve great things, we just hope that you can live a peaceful life."

Sirong's father sighed softly, his voice filled with helplessness: "Your mother is right. We just hope that you can choose a safe and stable path. We are old and can't afford too much shock and worry."

Sirong walked forward, gently held her parents' hands, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Mom and Dad, I understand your painstaking efforts, and I know you are doing this for my own good.

But I also hope you understand that I am capable of protecting myself.

Besides, I'm already grown up, and I have my own dreams and pursuits. Just let me give it a try, okay? "

"This." Sirong's mother wanted to say something, but was stopped by her father.

He knew his daughter quite well. Ever since she was abducted by human traffickers at the age of 3 and then rescued, he noticed that his daughter had become very independent.

Generally, what she wants to do will not be easily changed.