Dark Ruins Dawn

Chapter 62 Nanny
The old catwoman continued to gaze intently at Hua Xin, the stubbornness in her eyes gradually fading.

The thoughts that had troubled her for days became clearer at this moment, and the outlines in front of her overlapped in her memory.

Hua Xin frowned slightly.

"Brother Ya, she gives me a really strange feeling."

Zhuang Fan lowered his gun. "What do you mean?"

"I...I don't know," Hua Xin said, her voice filled with confusion.

Behind the old catwoman, in the shadows of several garbage mountains, a group of figures were quietly lying in ambush, exchanging glances.

"What's going on now?"

"I don't know, is it the woman from the front?"

"His face is covered, so it must be him."

The old catwoman repeated the same phrase over and over, each time making the indistinct syllable clearer than the last.

"Scratch."
“Scratching the girl.”
"Nannan. Nannan"

The crowbar in Hua Xin's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Her body swayed, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.

".mom?"

That word was too strong; she was afraid it would disturb her dream.

For the first time, a spark shone in the old catwoman's cloudy eyes. She walked unsteadily, as if she might be blown over at any moment.

"Little girl, is that you, little girl?"

Hua Xin's tears slid down her cheeks; she could hardly believe it.

She tried to speak, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only let out suppressed sobs.

"My little girl, my little girl."

"mom!"

Hua Xin finally called out, walking towards her step by step, his vision already blurred by tears.

"Woo mom!"

The old catwoman reached out her withered hand, wanting to touch her daughter's silhouette.

Zhuang Fan stood at the back, watching this sudden scene unfold, unsure of what to say.

He finally lowered the pistol he was gripping tightly.

In the shadows behind them, the bandits looked at each other, their faces showing the same astonishment.

Just as the mother and daughter were about to embrace, the old catwoman's eyes suddenly changed, and fear replaced everything.

She remembered something.

"Run, run!"

She used all her strength to push Hua Xin backward.

But it's too late.

A steel wire rope lashed out from the shadows and precisely strangled Hua Xin's neck.

Almost at the same instant, a hedgehog-shaped vehicle sprang out of the rubble pile, and the ropes were tightened instantly.

"hiss--!"

Hua Xin let out a painful groan.

She was flung away like a rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground and being dragged towards the wilderness.

"Nah!"

The old catwoman let out a roar.

She lunged forward like a madwoman, her withered hands gripping the chains tightly.

The hedgehog-shaped vehicle roared and dragged the mother and daughter away at the same time, leaving two tracks on the dry road.

Zhuang Fan rushed forward instantly, but a hail of bullets came whistling through the air, and two rocket launchers were already aimed at him.

"boom--!"

The first rocket grazed his body, struck the warehouse truck behind him, and exploded with a bang.

A scorching wave slammed into his back, knocking him to the ground, his ears ringing.

He had just struggled to his feet when the second rocket was already right in front of him.

He only had time to roll to the side.

"Boom——!"

A scorching wave of air, mixed with metal fragments, slammed into his back, shoving him into a nearby pile of garbage.

The carbon fiber bulletproof vest absorbed most of the impact, but the excruciating pain also caused him to experience blurred vision.

It felt as if all the internal organs were out of place.

Zhuang Fan struggled to crawl out of the garbage heap. The hedgehog car had already driven far away, leaving only two blurry taillights.

The anger in his chest could no longer be contained.

“Da da da da—!”

A hail of bullets came from afar, striking the scrap metal in front of him and sending sparks flying.

A dozen or so figures emerged from the shadows ahead, carrying automatic rifles and continuously throwing homemade bombs in his direction, the explosions echoing one after another.

"Haha, that kid got blown up!" "Two rockets, he got off easy!"

After the smoke cleared, everyone discovered that their target had disappeared.

"Bang! Boom!"

Several fog lights in the vicinity were smashed.

A thin, eerie mist began to form in the air at a visible rate.

Zhuang Fan closed his eyes, enduring the tearing headache, and forcibly expanded the range of his perception of the eerie mist.

In an instant, the three-dimensional outline of the entire battlefield, along with the figures of more than a dozen ambushers, appeared clearly in his mind.

They hid in various shadowy corners, taking advantage of the terrain to form a crossfire network.

"He's not dead yet!"

"Don't let me catch you, or I'll strip you naked!"

The bandits continued their unbridled shouts.

Zhuang Fan made a move.

He vanished into the newly formed mist like a ghostly figure close to the ground.

A bandit who was peeking out and firing suddenly froze, his eyes vacant.

"puff."

The bullet pierced precisely between his eyebrows.

As the other bandit was about to turn around, his movements also faltered slightly.

"puff."

A cloud of blood exploded from the back of his head.

In the darkness, Zhuang Fan's figure was like a ghost; every time he appeared and fired a shot, he took a life.

He made no unnecessary movements, only calmly assessed the situation, and then fired with precision.

The bandits didn't even get a clear look at the enemy's position before they fell one by one in fear.

They finally realized something was wrong; their men were dying one after another in a bizarre way, yet they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy.

Fear began to spread.

"He's in the fog! Be careful!"

"If you shine a searchlight on me, I can't see anything!"

Five more bodies fell.

The last surviving bandit suffered a complete mental breakdown when he saw all his companions die silently.

He turned and ran, scrambling and crawling towards an abandoned shipping container in the distance.

He was still in shock, gripping his pistol tightly with both hands, and panting heavily.

He felt safe enough here.

"Pfft-"

A blood-stained machete pierced through the container without warning and precisely plunged into his heart.

He lowered his head and watched helplessly as a blade tip pierced through his chest, blood dripping down the blade.

The blade was suddenly pulled away, leaving a cloud of blood mist.

His body went limp, he slid to the ground, and lost his life.

Zhuang Fan picked up two automatic rifles from the corpse, then seized a wrecked car that could still be started, opened the door, and got in.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the faint trace of Hua Xin's remaining breath, and then slammed on the gas pedal.

The abandoned car let out a beastly roar and chased wildly in the direction where the hedgehog car had disappeared.

……

Behind the hedgehog-shaped vehicle, the steel cable was taut and straight.

Hua Xin gripped the iron chain tightly, her palms raw and bloody, but she dared not let go.

Only in this way can the feeling of suffocation in the neck be slightly reduced.

Fortunately, her shoes were sturdy enough that the soles left two shallow marks on the ground, preventing her feet from being worn out.

This is a common tactic used by slave hunters.

First, chain the catwomen to prevent them from scratching you, then drag them along to exhaust their strength.

"Tsk...tsk..."

The old catwoman frantically tore at the chains, but nothing changed except for her mouth being full of blood.

She struggled to grab the back of the car and climbed up little by little.

More than a dozen sharp iron spikes pierced through her arms and calves in an instant, and blood gushed out.

She doesn't care.

She leaped forward, pried open the car door, and frantically scratched with her only remaining intact arm.

One of the thieves in the back of the train had his head blown off.

The other bandits were startled.

"Damn it, that old bastard has gone mad!"

(End of this chapter)