The grandfather and grandson duo concentrated on eating biscuits. The eight special forces soldiers were tired after the dayβs events and felt hungry. They took out their dry food rations and sated their hunger. Only Song Haoran didnβt eat, and merely stared at the photos of Lixin inside his wallet; his deep, dark eyes full of thoughts.
βMajor General, eat something and replenish your strength. Otherwise, you wonβt have any strength to find Young Master Gong,β A special forces soldier whispered as he patted him on the shoulder.
βYeah.β Song Haoran lowered his head, closed his wallet, and put it back in his pocket. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits, and mechanically ate them.
Several subordinates who knew Song Haoran well glanced at each other and helplessly shook their heads as they looked at the Major General who seemed as if he lost his soul.
The boy put a biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it without chewing, almost choking in the process. His grandfather immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back and told him to slow down.
βAre you looking for the person in the photo?β The teenager hit his chest and gasped.
βYes, we canβt go back without finding him. Youβre here for two days. Weβll contact the higher-ups to pick you up. Right, are there other survivors besides you?β The Major General asked without answering the question.
βIβve met them, but they all died. They were too reckless. Thereβs a danger zone ahead, I told them not to go, but they kept on insisting. They asked for it!β The boyβs tone was full of scorn as if he, who did nothing but wait in the bomb shelter, was much better than them.
Everyone was silent and no longer cared about him. The child spoke with cold-heartedness, selfishness, timidity, and weakness, which made them particularly unhappy. Song Haoran looked up and glanced at him, his eyes as sharp as a knife and just as cold. The childβs attitude reminded him of Gong Xiangyi, and his heart unconsciously hated him.
The teenager shrunk back after seeing Song Haoranβs glare and immediately shut up. After a few more minutes, he opened his mouth and asked, βLet me see the photo. My grandfather hasnβt seen him, but maybe I have.β
Song Haoran sighed and finally handed over the photo. As long as there was a clue, he would not give up.
The teenager took the photo and looked at it under the light. Song Haoran squinted his eyes and observed his movements and expressions. After half a minute, the teenager looked up at Song Haoran. He said with regret. βIβve seen this person on the day of the apocalypse. I happened to come here to give my grandfather his living allowance. However, heβs already dead. He was eaten by a group of zombies, just in the corner of the alley. At that time, he shouted for help, but there were too many zombies, I didnβt dare go. Sorry!β
The boy said with red eyes and shyly bowed his head. His grandfather was surprised and looked at his grandson. He quickly reached out and patted his back in comfort then looked at Song Haoran with eyes filled with pity.
Song Haoran stared at the grandfather and grandson duo without any expression. He did not say anything for a long time. The atmosphere in the shelter gradually became gloomy.
The young man bit his lip and wiped away the tears. He softly said, βBig brother, donβt be sad. Weβre in the apocalypse. Maybe it happened then. Maybe it will happen the next moment. People will face death at any time, and you just have to accept it. He is dead. What do you want to do? Are you going to retreat? Can you bring my grandfather and me?β
Tagging along to safety was his real purpose. He did not want to wait for a moment longer inside this shelter. God knows whether the army would even pick them up after Song Haoran walked away. Instead of waiting in despair, it was better to cling to the people in front of them. [1]
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βWhen you saw him, what kind of clothes was he wearing?β Song Haoran closed his eyes and asked very calmly, but a cocoon of darkness was brewing inside him.
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The teenager felt the pressure at his temple and the coldness of the barrel. The trepidation made his legs weak. He was so intimidated that he couldnβt speak for a while.
Everything had happened so suddenly that nobody had time to react. The boy had already fallen into Song Haoranβs hands who had lost his mind. The boyβs grandfather almost fainted while the other eight were dumbfounded.
It was a pity that Song Haoranβs wrath was considerable, and he was unwilling to let it go. The group of people did not dare approach him in fear of his firing the gun. Instead, they kept persuading him.
Song Haoran stared at the boy while he listened to what his subordinates were saying. It was evident that Gong Lixin was his sore spot; no one dared to poke the hornetβs nest.
Regardless of whether the other person was a minor, nobody had the right to be willful. Could a small sacrifice of othersβ be made for the sake of another? For what reasons could these decisions be made? His Lixin was also living outside, suffering from hunger and fear [2]. If he were to believe the teenagerβs, then who else would save him?! [3]
With such a mindset, Song Haoranβs expression became fierce and his fingertips on the trigger moved.
βWhatβs going on here?β At the entrance, a middle-aged man held a paper bag in one hand and a bloodstained knife in the other. He saw nine new people who suddenly appeared and was surprised to see them. Then, he saw the gun locked onto Zhao Yingβs head and immediately felt a burst of fear and asked with a stutter.
βDaihai, save Xiaoying!β The seventy-year-old man quickly shouted at the other man.
βBrother Daihai, save me!β The young voice trembled with fear and unshed tears.
βThis brother, donβt do this, Xiaoying is still a child! Looking at that uniform you are wearing, arenβt you a soldier? Is this how the military does things? Pointing a gun at civilian heads?β The man quickly stepped forward and tried to pull Song Haoranβs hand away.
Song Haoran glanced at him, and the icy look made the other partyβs heart shiver. Song Haoran gritted his teeth and looked back at Zhao Ying. He quietly said, βRepeat those words you said just now!β
βI, I donβt dare. I lied. I was lying! I have never seen him before. I just wanted you to bring me to safety quickly. I donβt want to stay here for a second longer. Heβs not dead. He definitely isnβt dead!β The young boy incoherently said with a tearful voice.
Song Haoran tightened his grip on the handle of his gun; his sharp, knife-like eyes observing the young man before he finally loosened his hand on the teenagerβs collar and threw him away. The old man quickly grabbed his grandson who rolled to the side towards a corner, far from Song Haoran. Although his grandson was the one to lie first, this person was still too much! How could he point a gun towards a childβs head?! [4]
The rest of the people swore, relief painted on their faces. Fortunately, the General saw reason and did not end that personβs life.
Although Song Haoran had a bad temper, he had always followed his military duties and had never done anything to a civilian without good reason. It was the first time they ever saw the General mad and ruthless.
Song Haoran held his gun and sat in a corner with a blank expression. Others were quiet and timid, not daring to make a sound since they were afraid of disturbing him. The shelter was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop. Even the air was stagnant, making people feel depressed. Right then, there was a crisp βbeepβ sound that echoed in the quiet room.
βMajor General, your communicator seems to be ringing.β A special forces soldier saw how Song Haoran didnβt respond and thus, carefully informed him.
βHmm?β Song Haoran suddenly returned to Earth and quickly pulled out the communicator from his waist and pressed the call button.
βHello, is this Big Brother Song?β A clear and distinct voice of a child could be heard from the phone. Song Haoranβs expression turned awkward his brows rising in surprise. He was so excited that he couldnβt utter a word!
βBig Brother Song, are you there?β After not getting a response, the teenager asked again with patience.
βUn! Itβs Big Brother Song!β It took a lot of effort for Song Haoran to suppress the sobs and tremors in his voice. His eyes were slightly reddish and filled with tears.
Hearing the gentle and incomparable voice of the youth, he felt the ice in his body instantly melt and finally exuded some warmth. Everyone in the same room noticed this change, and they all sat straight and strained their ears, carefully trying to hear the voice coming from the phone.
βBig Brother Song, I miss you!β The voice of the young boy was soft, full of unrecognized love and was sent through the phone to his ear, scratching at Song Haoranβs eardrum.
Song Haoranβs heart that soared high slowly fell back to his chest and burst with warmth, spreading throughout his body. He couldnβt stop smiling, his expression becoming gentle.
βI miss you too!β Song Haoran chuckled quietly.
The atmosphere in the shelter positively shifted, the soldiers looking at each other with faces showing happy expressions. It was Gong Lixin! This call came not a second late. If it were any later, the Major General would have lost his mind.
βBig Brother Song, have you been injured? Where are you now?β Through the phone, Gong Lixin asked with concern.
βIβm very well, no injuries. How are you? Where are you now?β Song Haoran smiled, although there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes for fear of hearing bad news.
βIβm excellent. Iβm with Big Brother Lin now. Where are you? Iβm coming to pick you up!β
The young voice faded away, replaced by a deep male voice on the other end who seriously asked, βHaoran, report your position. Weβre taking the helicopter to pick you up.β
Song Haoran reported his location and at the end of it, warned Lin Wenbo. βItβs fine to send someone else to pick us up. Donβt let Lixin come over, itβs dangerous!β
The other side was silent for a while before Lin Wenboβs voice floated once again. βI just looked at the map. Thereβs no suitable place for landing. Itβs best to find an open and flat space. Thereβs an outdoor tennis hall next to Zhongling Building. Do you know where it is? Go there and wait for us!β
βI know that place!β He heard the words coming from the phone, and the man named Daihai couldnβt hold back his excitement. The grandfather and grandson duo also slowly crept out of their corner, looking expectantly at Song Haoran. He didnβt regret any of his actions at all. [5]
Song Haoran slightly glared at Daihai before turning back to the communicator and said, βI know it; weβll be there.β
βWeβll be there in an hour, be ready.β Lin Wenbo cautiously said.
Song Haoran agreed and was about to hang up the phone when Gong Lixinβs crisp voice came up again. βBig Brother Song, donβt be afraid. I will come to pick you up soon so pay attention to your safety!β
At first, Song Haoranβs heart was moved, stunned and rendered him speechless for a while before he yelled into the phone that Gong Lixin was not allowed to come. Responding to him was a dull βbeepβ sound. He slammed his fist towards the ground.
βMajor General, donβt be angry. Lixin is just affectionate and righteous! Itβs not so dangerous to pick us up.β One of his men quickly comforted. Upon hearing this, the young generalβs expression softened, and then he firmly stated, βLetβs go to the tennis court in advance and clean it up. When the helicopter lands, weβll be able to board it immediately and there will be no danger.β
At Song Haoranβs words, the young boy agreed, βGo, go to the tennis court now!β He thought he would finally get out of this place and he couldnβt wait.
Dai Hai led the way, and Song Haoran protected him. The grandfather and grandson duo was sandwiched between the eight soldiers as they all crawled under the bottom of the cars, making their way to the tennis court.
[1] Wuxian: what a user-friendly kid……
[2] AutumnBreeze: cough cough Bullshit.
[3] AutumnBreeze: well…. there is still Lin Wenbo…
[4] AutumnBreeze: Don’t be a piece of shit in the first place… And Mr. Grandpa… have you forgotten the way your grandson was acting towards you earlier?
[5] CrazedCookies: Please, please, please leave that f***er of a grandson behind! Please!
I really dislike this teenage boy. He was so selfish and didn’t care about his grandfather.
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Thanks for the chapter!! They’re going to be reunited soon πππππππ
I think I will nickname this asshole “malicious but dumbass poison”
But, awwwwww the phone call touched my heart. Ran-ge, fighting~~~
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ALL YOUR HARD WORK !!!!!!!!
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Thanks for the chapter! ^ ^
The phone call was the saving grace of this chapter, my heart felt so stifled by that brat…
Thanks for the chapter! π
Another cannon fodder has appeared lol
Thank you for the updates! These updates are like, the highlight of my exams week. Except with the trashes that keep popping up… My bloodlust is abnormally rising, ah. The author really could write trash characters that could be hated cheerfully-murderously
The phone call!!! (wipes eyes) I’m not crying!!! (wipes eyes more)
I cannot wait for the reunion! Brother Song is still #1. He gets to be picked up personally by our sweet little tyrant. He Jin is going to be so jelly.
Ahhh i can’t wait for their reunion! Thanks for the update!
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Sigh this grandpa is really pitiful.
Thay grandson of his will absolutely be the type to push him off so he could save himself
Thanks for the chapter π₯°
Will that fucker kid die soon?
Well the only to beat a kid is with another kid. Hoping GLX can clear out the trash ππ½
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