klisemfg Chapter 640 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 9
Chapter 640 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 9
They saw:
Those jagged dents were not from an ordinary impact; they were left by forcefully pushing open or smashing something.
The blood, flesh, and scratches covering the car body tell the story of countless bites and slaps.
The car doors were even slightly deformed. This was definitely not a car that had driven out of the safe zone; it had literally fought its way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Through the cracked and stained car windows, one could see faces that were a mixture of immense exhaustion, lingering fear, and a hint of ecstasy.
The elderly, children, and the wounded wrapped in makeshift bandages... This was a whole busload of civilians! They actually survived and made it through the hellish streets that even special forces teams considered a daunting task!
On the roof of the last bus, a striking figure stood against the wind.
His silver-gray hair looked like flowing frost under the red moon, and his blood-stained but unusually crisp coat outlined his slightly thin but extremely upright figure.
The Tang sword in her hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and she exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay, like a boundary separating life and death, silently deterring any threats that might come from behind.
The soldiers instantly understood that it was this figure, standing in the most dangerous position, who covered the rear of the convoy and tore through the encirclement of the horde of corpses.
"Quickly! Verify identities! Highest alert level! Medical team, prepare! Immediately!" Colonel Zhao's voice carried an unquestionable command, but deep within his tone was an incredulous shock. "Intelligence team! How did they get out?! Who's leading them?!"
The walkie-talkie crackled with the same astonishment from the security team at the gate: "Report! Identities are being verified! Most are registered medical staff and patients at the hospital! The leader is... Yun Chu! The registration shows... a 59-year-old woman?"
"Fifty-nine years old?!" Colonel Zhao and several staff officers around him exclaimed in unison, their eyes fixed on the figure on the roof of the car on the screen.
The car came to a stop, and the figure leaped off the roof with the agility of a cheetah, landing steadily. His movements showed no sluggishness typical of the elderly, only a sharpness honed by blood and fire.
Under the red moonlight, her face looked unusually young, as cold and aloof as snow, with only her long, frosty white hair telling an extraordinary story.
This starkly contrasting "truth" plunged the entire command center into a deathly silence, even more shocking than when the convoy had appeared before!
A seasoned veteran strategist removed his glasses and murmured, "...To bring this group of elderly, women, and children out of that deadly hospital and fight his way here...is he...a white-haired 'Shura'?"
The registration information of "fifty-nine years old" and the young figure in front of me, as sharp and powerful as a killing weapon, created an explosive cognitive shock.
On the high wall, the cold muzzle of the gun was still pointing downwards, but the murderous aura was inevitably mixed with an overwhelming sense of horror, doubt, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
The wrecked bus body and windows covered in dirt, dents, and dried bloodstains were no longer seen as a scrap metal shell in a garbage dump by the soldiers.
Instead, they are heavy, burning medals of survival, silently recording the bloody hellish journey this team has experienced.
Yun Chu ignored the pointed gun barrels, her gaze sharp as a knife, calmly looking at the massive steel gate.
Behind the door lay the unknown fate of the Dragon Shield Base. Her arrival, and the power she represented, was like a boulder crashing into the hearts of the soldiers who believed they held the last bastion of order, stirring up a monstrous wave.
Ahead, the steel gate remained as cold and silent as the clenched teeth of a giant beast. But beneath that silence, a silent storm was brewing within the base, stirred by this incredible self-rescue team and their unimaginably young "old lady" leader.
As the last shivering survivor was helped through the heavy steel gates by soldiers from the Dragon Shield base, the crowd briefly erupted in cries and whispers of relief at having survived the ordeal.
The soldiers quickly counted the number of people and began guiding these survivors who had come from hell to a temporary settlement for disinfection, examination, and basic treatment.
Yun Chu stood in the shadows inside the gate, ignoring the blanket and water bottle offered to her.
Her gaze, as calm as a frozen lake, swept over the orderly yet heavily guarded scene within the base, listening to the groans and soothing sounds coming from the medical tents, without lingering for a moment.
In my mind, fragments of memories about "children," deliberately suppressed, are being pulled to the surface like stones at the bottom of a well by invisible threads. It's not about tenderness, but more like a responsibility that needs to be addressed?
She turned and walked towards a military off-road jeep that had just been disinfected and looked to be in decent condition. A young sergeant was checking a stack of supply lists.
"Car keys." Yun Chu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable power that pierced through the surrounding noise. She stretched out her hand, stained with dark red blood, palm facing upwards.
She didn't even look at him; her gaze pierced through the high walls of the base, heading towards the city center where the three children she remembered worked and lived.
What was once the city's most prosperous core is now, under the red moonlight, an abyss shrouded in an even deeper shadow of death.
The young sergeant was taken aback, intimidated by the oppressive aura emanating from her, a blend of murderous intent and cold decisiveness: "This... ma'am, is there anything you need that you can request..."
"The key." Her tone was flat, only her knuckles slightly bent.
Colonel Zhao, who was standing nearby on the command post, saw this scene. He took a deep breath and whispered into the communicator, "Give it to her."
He couldn't fully understand what this "young old lady" was trying to do, but what her eyes revealed made him realize that there was no point in stopping her.
This is an existence completely outside of order.
With the roar of the engine, Yun Chu drove the military green off-road vehicle, crashing through the temporary roadblocks set up by the base without hesitation, and once again rushed into the death city outside, which was dyed crimson by the red moon, like an arrow released from a bow.
The heavy steel gate slowly closed behind her, as if severing two worlds.
Her goal was clear—the city center.
The fate of the three unfilial children and their families remains unknown.
Whether they were human or ghosts, she had to go and see them. This was the last thing she could give as a mother.
She told herself that after this one look, whether she lived or died, the bridge and the road would go their separate ways, and they would have nothing to do with each other.
The home of the eldest son, Lin Jianfei (a high-end residential area in the west of the city).
The gate to the residential compound was twisted and gaping open, like the gaping maw of a monster. Wandering zombies growled and dragged their mangled bodies around the once meticulously maintained greenery and luxurious workshops.
Yun Chu's mental energy, like an invisible probe, swept out and instantly locked onto the familiar floor unit in her memory.
Her movements were as swift as a ghost, her feet leaving afterimages. Before the few zombies blocking her way in the stairwell and corridor could even scream, their heads were cut off by the silent Tang sword. The filthy blood didn't even have time to splatter onto her clean but darkly stained coat.
The security door was ajar, and a strong stench of decay wafted out. Inside, the living room was a mess, with expensive furniture overturned and broken, splattered with blackened blood and bits of flesh.
"Uh...ho ho..."
A low, inhuman growl came from the master bedroom. Yun Chu walked over steadily and pushed open the door.
The sight before her caused even someone as bloody as her to slightly contract her pupils.
It was her son, Lin Jianfei.
He has completely transformed into a monster.
His skin was bruised and swollen, his eyes were cloudy and completely white, and there was congealed blood and bits of flesh left at the corners of his mouth.
His body was abnormally thick, and his right arm was swollen and deformed like a mutated beast's claw, clearly indicating a violent mutation. At this moment, this twisted monster was frantically pounding on the tightly closed wooden door of the walk-in closet with its giant claw, making muffled "bang! bang!" sounds.