Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Shenzhen City Hospital.

Peng Fei drove into the hospital parking lot. The scenery he had seen on the way there remained unchanged, as if overnight Shenzhen had returned to the desolation following the "L-day" incident. An Han remained silent, a state that persisted until the car came to a stop.

When An Han heard from Peng Fei that Zhao Lin had been hospitalized, she was shocked. Although she disliked the reporter, she could only put those feelings aside for the time being.

"When did this happen?"

"Just a few days ago. I'll tell you the details when we get there."

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, An Han suddenly had second thoughts.

"Wait! Peng Fei... I really can't just go see her like this. There are too many entanglements and complications between us." As they spoke, the two had already reached the elevator door. An Han looked extremely frightened.

Peng Fei stared at her with a complicated look, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "An Han, things have come to this, you should just put aside your insignificant pride."

“…” An Han stared straight at her former lover, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

The once inseparable bond between the two crumbled instantly the night An Han's true identity was revealed. Like a toppled domino, it collapsed with a deafening roar, leaving no room for recovery.

"What is this?" An Han muttered to herself.

With a crisp "ding," the elevator quickly arrived at the basement level. Peng Fei, expressionless, stepped inside first.

An Han stood there, heartbroken.

......

"About ten days ago, we were forced to flee to a settlement of the Deer Clan, where we stayed for a while, and then we were attacked."

"They were well-equipped and had their own army... Their leader also led six or seven elite deer-like men called Templar Knights to carry out the capture."

“I was holding them back by leaving the group without permission, which gave the Deer Clan a handle to use against me. Then, to save me, Sharp accepted their offer of a one-for-one trade.”

Having been transferred from the emergency ward to a regular ward, Zhao Lin recounted what she had seen and heard to the two people sitting in front of her bed.

This bizarre experience left An Han and Peng Fei looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Say his name again?" An Han felt a sudden, inexplicable anxiety.

Zhao Lin's eyes flashed with the horrific scene she had witnessed in the forest: "Mus. The current general of the Deer Clan, and also the leader of the Templar Knights." Her next sentence confirmed An Han's darkest suspicion: "He sent the High Priest; he ordered the attack on Deep City."

"Didn't the Deer Clan become extinct a long time ago? You mean they've assembled an army?" Peng Fei asked while peeling fruit.

"If we follow this line of reasoning, I believe they already possess a sizable urban society. To develop a military industry comparable to ours, their industrial capacity may have reached a level unimaginable to modern people," Zhao Lin said.

"Why? To carry out a terrorist attack? Or do you want to negotiate?" An Han walked to the window and leaned her head against the white wall of the ward.

"Hatred, and resurgence."

These few words are not simple; they can be the cause of a war, or they can give war its simplest definition.

"Does the military know about this?" Peng Fei asked.

“I think…they probably know, but what can we do? It’s all too late.” Zhao Lin shook her head dejectedly.

An Han wrapped her coat tighter around herself. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and a cold wind seeped in through the cracks in the window, making her shiver.

"Are they all this powerful?" An Han couldn't help but recall the scene of the deer-like figure traversing the entire Sunset Building. Without realizing it, she clenched her fists tightly.

Zhao Lin remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering how to answer the question. Finally, she slowly spoke, "No... a few of them do possess superhuman abilities and combat skills. But it seems to be limited to those who have come into contact with the Golden Antlers."

They exchanged a glance, and in that instant their eyes met, they both understood the deepest desires in each other's hearts—

A soft footstep sound came from the doorway; it was Peng Fei heading to the pharmacy to get some medicine. An Han quickly followed him to the door, and after he left and closed it, she swiftly turned back inside and gently closed the door behind her. Now, only Zhao Lin and An Han remained in the room.

This scene is just like the exclusive interview when the two first met. It is also in a closed and quiet space, with no one else around, only the two of them. A silent but thrilling psychological battle begins.

An Han walked over unhurriedly, her gaze seemingly wandering casually, but in reality, it was subtly fixed on Zhao Lin.

Finally, An Han walked to the bedside, leaned down slightly, and said in a tone of authority unique to an interrogator, "You know very well what I'm going to ask."

Faced with such questioning, Zhao Lin bit her lip and remained silent. Her hands, which had been resting quietly on the white sheet, tightened their grip, as if trying to grasp something to resist this invisible pressure.

Seeing that Zhao Lin still kept her lips tightly closed and refused to respond, An Han smiled gently, then sat down leisurely on the edge of Zhao Lin's bed. This simple action instantly amplified the oppressive feeling exerted on Zhao Lin several times over.

“An Han, we can definitely cooperate… To be honest, I have some crucial information. If you are willing to cooperate with me, perhaps we can try to stop all of this.” Zhao Lin took the lead in setting aside her pride and sincerely expressed her sincerity to An Han.

An Han narrowed her eyes slightly: "Oh? Cooperation? As we all know, the core purpose of cooperation is to maximize the benefits for each party involved. However, as things stand, I'm afraid you can't meet my actual needs right now."

The atmosphere around them grew increasingly heavy.

Zhao Lin's silence gradually wore down An Han's patience. She stood up, shook her elegant coat, and walked towards the door.

"You talk a good game, claiming you want to cooperate with me, but you still don't trust me. How many of the words you people from the daily newspaper can you actually believe? Now, let's end our so-called joint efforts here, Reporter Zhao." An Han left Zhao Lin with only a cold back view.

Zhao Lin, who had been lying on the hospital bed, sat up as if she had been electrocuted. Due to the sudden movement, she couldn't help but cough a few times, and a sickly pallor appeared on her face.

We can't just let her leave like this!

Zhao Lin disregarded her own discomfort and struggled to get out of bed, using both hands and feet, to remove the instruments attached to her body.

“Anhan, listen to me… There are some suspicious emails here. I suspect they all came from your Sunset organization. Someone is deliberately leaking information to me.”

Seeing An Han about to leave the ward, Zhao Lin was extremely anxious and hurriedly reached out a hand, clumsily grabbing An Han's sleeve. Due to the excessive force and her weakness, she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, at the last moment, An Han immediately turned around and supported her.

"Shh-"

The unfamiliar figure outside the door moved swiftly away the instant Zhao Lin spoke, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The glass window in the center of the door, which had been obscured, regained its former brightness and transparency.

"Who?" Zhao Lin stared blankly at the spot where the afterimage had just flashed by.

An Han, standing to the side, appeared much calmer. She first helped Zhao Lin to the hospital bed and settled her in, then raised her head, her sharp gaze sweeping over the inconspicuous surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling.

"As expected, bringing such complex and sophisticated monitoring equipment, yet insisting on moving you from a better private room to a cramped regular ward, it seems you've been secretly monitored all along..."

These words were a wake-up call for Zhao Lin. Indeed, due to the recent ups and downs, coupled with her poor health, she had unknowingly become completely less vigilant about her surroundings.

"It seems our long chat will have to wait until next time, Reporter Zhao." An Han strode to the door and peeked out into the corridor.

As she was about to turn and leave, she added with a hint of threat, "Don't think you can fool me by keeping your mouth shut. You can't possibly not know where that deer-woman is... You're just worried that I'll find out and then seek revenge on her."

"That's not how it is, An Han. She had no choice in the matter; she's a victim too!"

An Han clearly didn't buy Zhao Lin's explanation. She slammed the door shut with a cold laugh, leaving Zhao Lin alone.

......

An Han deliberately concealed her face with her hood in the corridor. Coincidentally, she caught the peeping tom red-handed, and at that moment she was also worried that no one would help her vent her anger.

"Once I find out who you are, we can settle our scores one by one."

"Naya—"