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Hearing a woman's voice, Xiao Qiang panicked and quickly retreated, hiding in the shadows.
Zou Bo turned around with a smile and said, "It's fine, this big mouse that broke into the storeroom won't hurt anyone. However, he has run into a bit of trouble, and the lady must step aside."
Yuan Ming forced a smile and said, "Oh, then I'll wait for you in the car."
Zou Bo's home was nice, with a spacious and bright living room. He found some of his son's old clothes to give to Xiao Qiang. Once the young man put them on, he looked even more handsome and carefree.
Yuan Ming showcased her best culinary skills, warmly hosting this charming young man who was about the same age as her son. She invited him to admire her small greenhouse, and in that moment, Xiao Qiang felt a long-lost sense of happiness.
It was as if he had returned to his own home; the kind elderly couple before him seemed like his own parents.
Upon entering the small greenhouse, they had to disinfect from head to toe. Yuan Ming's greenhouse dazzled Xiao Qiang with its array of newly cultivated and evolved plants.
There were vibrant red maple leaves that looked like flames, exquisite peonies dripping with beauty, and various adorable animal shapes formed by climbing vines. The plants in the greenhouse were alive and vastly different from those outside. Within the garden, Yuan Ming had set up suitable temperature variations for plant growth—conditions like wind, thunder, rain, frost, snow—all were present.
Xiao Qiang could hardly believe his eyes. Aunt Yuan Ming's knowledge was comparable to that of Professor R and Matt. She was a talent that the country had overlooked in its time of need.
After leaving the small greenhouse, Zou Bo shared stories about himself and his wife, recounting events that had unfolded around them. He vividly remembered the outbreak of the virus. The military had mobilized an overwhelming force—armored vehicles and mechanized infantry as if they were going to war. They used flamethrowers to clear out infected areas one by one, driving away the Living Dead while destroying and containing them.
Xiao Qiang remarked, "The city that has just recovered can hardly withstand countless torments. It is scarred and battered; although there are still humans here, isn't it almost like a wasteland?"
Zou Bo nodded in agreement. "Yes, there is garbage everywhere on Earth now; the air can no longer return to what it once was. Due to the drastic decrease in human population and severe labor shortages, whether in cities or regions, we need labor to continue everything humanity once did."
Yuan Ming handed Xiao Qiang a tomato she had grown herself and said, "Child, you look pale; you need to replenish your vitamins."
Xiao Qiang gratefully accepted it with both hands and repeatedly said, "Thank you, Aunt."
Yuan Ming shook his head and said, "Child, don't be polite with us. Seeing you is like seeing our son."
"Oh. Is your son serving in the military?"
"One could say that!" Zou Bo hinted to his wife not to mention their son, as she would inadvertently reveal her longing and sorrow for him. With guests present, they couldn't show any negative emotions.
Yuan Ming quickly changed the subject, saying, "I heard that industry insiders are considering replacing human workers with robots."
"Robots?" Xiao Qiang exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, those fools insist on causing chaos in the world," Zou Bo frowned.
"I want to ask Auntie..." Xiao Qiang hesitated, cursing himself inwardly: How foolish! It's 2038; how could he possibly think of inviting Yuan Ming to the 2050s? Perhaps... This unacceptable thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly averted his gaze to avoid the questioning looks from the couple.
Yuan Ming reached out her hand, warm and gentle with maternal affection, holding Xiao Qiang's hand resting on the table. She encouraged him with her gaze, saying, "Go ahead! Child, what do you want to ask Auntie?"
"N-nothing," Xiao Qiang stammered as he bit into a tomato too hard, juice spilling from the corner of his mouth. He tried to use eating as a way to mask his inner unease.
"Child, you must be hiding something from us," Zou Bo observed keenly, his gray-brown eyes fixed on Xiao Qiang with an intimidating tone. "Don't lie!"
"Uncle, Auntie, I wouldn't lie to you. I..." Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Qiang suddenly felt an almost imperceptible danger flicker in his mind. He jumped up abruptly, unable to speak.
Bang! A muffled sound echoed as Yuan Ming, who had been focused on Xiao Qiang, felt a jolt in her chest as if she had been struck hard. A thin line of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of her lips.
"Yuan Ming!" Zou Bo exclaimed in shock as he rushed to embrace his wife. She could no longer speak; her eyes weakly fluttered shut. He glared angrily at the shattered glass window behind her.
Xiao Qiang had already dashed outside. He saw a squad of masked soldiers in jungle fatigues armed with live ammunition on the ground. Boom! Two flames ignited fiercely in his eyes.
Perhaps at this moment, words could hardly express the anger raging within him. Even Zou Bo could not clearly see how Xiao Qiang lunged at those soldiers, who held their weapons high in the name of peace.
What he saw was a vast swirling shadow, resembling a whirlwind mixed with a sandstorm. In an instant, screams echoed from the swirling winds. Then, severed limbs and mangled bodies fell from the air like scraps of paper caught in a tempest.
The whirlwind turned a dark red, the color of blood. Xiao Qiang was defying fate! He had killed military personnel; there was only one outcome awaiting him—death.
Zou Bo was stunned, his eyes filled with terror as he looked down at his deceased wife. Silently, he picked her up and carried her toward the car. He had not yet had the chance to tell Xiao Qiang about his sister, Zou Xia.
Due to the world war, their area had fallen into chaos. Subsequently, nuclear contamination occurred, and Zou Xia had been missing for many years. Despite his relentless search, there had been no news of her.
The military's power was immense; mechanical infantry roamed the ground while multifunctional helicopters patrolled the skies. Xiao Qiang was covered in blood, surrounded by severed limbs and broken bodies. His fiery gaze fixated on the helicopter hovering low above him.
Suddenly, a swift black dot pierced through the air with a faint whoosh, launching a syringe filled with anesthetic directly toward Xiao Qiang. One, two, three syringes flew through the air like locusts; a large dose of tranquilizer could easily topple an elephant.
A mere mutant stood no chance against being captured alive, no matter how powerful he thought he was. Fixated on the helicopter, Xiao Qiang made a terrifying move—he charged toward it. His cold eyes remained locked on the aircraft.
Despite having needles embedded in his back, he pressed forward with determination, leaping into the air in an attempt to grasp the low-flying helicopter. Suddenly, he froze in place as if struck by a paralysis spell.
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