Dark Ruins Dawn

Chapter 63 Blood Road

One of the bandits, his face covered in blood from being scratched, pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the old catwoman's abdomen, twisting it back and forth.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, but she didn't let go. Instead, she bit down even harder, tearing off a large chunk of the man's flesh.

Seeing this, another bandit pulled out a pistol and shoved the dark muzzle into her mouth.

"boom!"

The gunshots were muffled.

A burst of blood erupted from the back of the old catwoman's head, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

"Her collar is still useful, take it off quickly."

The collar around her neck came loose, and the old catwoman was finally free.

Her emaciated body tumbled off the car, crashed heavily to the ground, and was swallowed by the swirling dust.

No.
Hua Xin watched all of this unfold before her eyes, her mother's body growing smaller and smaller until it became a black dot.

She couldn't make a sound; her tears had long since dried up.

The base of the one-armed Johnson was a rudimentary outpost converted from an abandoned warehouse.

When the hedgehog-themed car drove in, Johnson was already waiting at the door, his fierce expression softening somewhat.

"Well done."

He looked at the dying girl at the end of the chain and smiled with satisfaction.

"Untie it."

As soon as his subordinates unlocked the chains, Hua Xin, who had been pretending to be unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, her cat-like pupils filled with rage.

She lunged at the nearest thug, her sharp claws slicing a deep, bone-revealing gash across his throat.

Amid a series of terrified screams, she pounced on three or four more people, her claws leaving several afterimages.

"Damn it! You dare to resist!"

Johnson's expression changed, and he roared, "Stun gun! Use the stun gun!"

One of his men quickly grabbed a stun gun, aimed it at Hua Xin, and pulled the trigger.

"Fuck-"

Blue arcs of electricity exploded, her body convulsed violently, and she finally collapsed, losing consciousness completely.

"Throw it in the cage!"

Looking at the several mangled corpses on the ground, Johnson was filled with rage.

He kicked the iron cage hard: "If that bastard hadn't specifically asked for you, I would have made you wish you were dead today!"

One of his men reported, "Brother Sen, that old one just died."

"A worthy death."

Qiao Sen spat dismissively, "I bought her from the slave traders in the south of the city and squeezed her for two years. That's enough."

He took out his wrist communicator and dialed Harry's encrypted channel.

As darkness fell, the eerie fog in the wilderness thickened, and the signal became intermittent and unstable.

Intense gunfire erupted from the other end of the communicator.

"Captain Harry, it's me, Johnson."

"Spit it out!" Harry's voice was extremely impatient.

"Captain, we've caught Catwoman."

"very good!"

Harry's voice trembled with excitement, "Get her to these coordinates right away, we're going to have some fun tonight and celebrate!"

Communication was hung up.

Looking at the coordinates displayed on the terminal, Johnson immediately waved to his subordinates.

"Load the cage onto the airship and get it there quickly."

Just as Johnson was about to contact the personnel at the front, a new communication request came in.

After he answered the call, there was complete silence on the other end, with only the buzzing sound of electricity.

"Who?" Johnson frowned.

"The men you sent are all dead."

The other person spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion.

Johnson's expression changed instantly, and he abruptly stood up:
"You're quite the scare freak, aren't you? Who the hell do you think you are? Nobody within a ten-mile radius has ever dared to mess with me!"

"The one who stood up was you, wasn't it?"

"What?" Johnson was stunned.

"I have arrived."

Johnson was shocked to see that the two guards on the watchtower had been shot and were lying on the ground.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the stronghold gate was smashed open, and the people in the vehicle opened fire fiercely. "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!"

Four or five figures were riddled with bullets before they could react.

"Enemy attack!"

Zhuang Fan jumped out of the driver's seat, holding an automatic rifle, and hid behind cover.

The guards had just raised their guns when they hesitated for half a second, then were shot between the eyebrows and fell to the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The fog lights and searchlights were destroyed one by one, and a strange fog swept in, allowing Zhuang Fan to hide in the shadows.

"Beat him! He's over there!"

Enraged, Johnson pulled out his only remaining machine gun and opened fire wildly.

With his ability to sense the eerie fog, Zhuang Fan moved with ease in the shadows, reaping lives with precision with every gunshot.

The bandits couldn't even see his movements and were shot dead one by one in terror.

Johnson was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. In just five minutes, all of his men were dead.

At that moment, he regretted it.

He provoked someone he shouldn't have!

At that moment, a cold glint flashed in the darkness.

"laugh--!"

Johnson's wrist was neatly severed, and the machine gun clattered to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, he pulled out a pistol from his pocket and fired wildly at the man walking towards him.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The bullet struck Zhuang Fan's body, but only produced a series of thuds; it couldn't even penetrate his skin.

Even without a bulletproof vest, his nano-skin alone can easily stop bullets.

Johnson turned to run, but a hand grabbed his throat.

"You've offended the wrong person."

Zhuang Fan, his face cold, suppressed his anger: "Tell me, where is she!"

In fear, Johnson revealed the coordinates and hurriedly begged for mercy: "It was all Harry's doing, it has nothing to do with me!"

The lie detector test was passed.

"very good."

Zhuang Fan hadn't heard Harry's name in a long time.

This guy who relies on his father to bully others should have all his old and new grudges settled.

Zhuang Fan put an iron chain around his neck and then locked it to the back of the car, rendering Qiao Sen unable to move.

He then took out a machete and shredded all of Johnson's armor and clothes, leaving him completely naked.

"What are you doing!" Qiao Sen said, his voice stern but his heart pounding.

Zhuang Fan left in silence, then rummaged through the armory and found a box of Molotov cocktails, grenades, and several automatic rifles, which he placed in the passenger seat.

A machine gun was mounted on the driver's seat.

Finally, he lit a torch and threw it into the fuel depot.

"boom--!"

The towering flames illuminated the entire night sky.

Zhuang Fan got back into the car and started the engine again.

And so, the abandoned car dragged Johnson's body as it sped toward the outskirts.

"what--!"

Johnson let out a wailing sound that was not human as his body was dragged along, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

He used to treat slaves this way, but one day he found himself being treated the same way.

He watched helplessly as his feet became a bloody mess, soon revealing the bare white bones beneath.

Zhuang Fan ignored the commotion behind him.

He took out his communicator and tried to contact Chu Ningyan, but the eerie fog in the wilderness was too thick and there was no signal at all.

After putting away the communicator, he used a dagger to pry out the bullet lodged in his shinbone.

The excruciating pain caused cold sweat to bead on his forehead, and he quickly mobilized the eerie mist within his body to rapidly heal his wounds.

The two tough battles had left the man mentally and physically exhausted, and his double vision had become increasingly severe.

He forced himself to hold on and injected adrenaline into his thigh.

In the back seat of the carriage, the old catwoman's body lay quietly.

Zhuang Fan withdrew his gaze, his voice very soft, as if speaking to himself, or as if making a promise to the dead woman.

"I will definitely rescue your daughter."

(End of this chapter)