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The phone connected, and a sweet, gentle voice came through: “Shen Yuan? You finally picked up! Did you see my messages? How are you doing? Is everything okay?”
“Yiran, I was sleeping too deeply and didn’t have a chance to check my messages. Are you alright?” Shen Yuan quickly asked.
Hearing Shi Yiran's voice filled with urgency and concern touched him. Even his ex-girlfriend hadn’t called or texted him, but Shi Yiran had called over twenty times, which was truly… very moving.
“Shen Yuan, I’m on my way to the Military District now, preparing to take a military plane to Jinling. I… received news that there are at least tens of thousands of Mutant Mice in Pengcheng, and there have been mutations at the Pengcheng Zoo; all the animals have turned into monsters! My dad said Pengcheng is too dangerous; you need to find a way to leave! It’s not safe on land, and there are even more mutated animals in the suburbs! Come to the Military District quickly; I told my dad about you, and he said you can come!”
Shi Yiran spoke rapidly and urgently, then Shen Yuan heard another voice—a deep voice belonging to a middle-aged man, presumably Shi Yiran's father, a person of high status in Pengcheng's Military District.
“Is this Shen Yuan? I’ve heard Yiran mention you. You’re an orphan? You need to come to the Military District immediately; the address is… The plane takes off in half an hour. You’ll go to Jinling with Yiran; it’s the safest place!”
It was just a voice, no projection.
Military personnel are always like this; calls cannot expose information.
The address of the Military District isn’t classified.
However, getting on a plane from the Military District clearly violates regulations; Shi Yiran must have asked her father for this favor, which made Shen Yuan… truly grateful.
But…
“Uncle, I’m sorry, but I still need to go to the orphanage; I can’t accept your and Yiran’s kindness. Uncle, is the situation in Pengcheng… really that serious? Even the military is preparing to evacuate?” Shen Yuan's expression turned grim.
His watch transmitted Shi Yiran's urgent pleas, but she was soon interrupted by her father’s deep voice: “Have you thought this through?”
Shen Yuan nodded: “I’ve thought it through.”
He still needed to go to the orphanage to meet with Red Sister; the orphans there needed him. The situation was chaotic everywhere, and everyone was struggling to protect themselves, let alone think about the orphanage... there were hardly any left.
The orphanage needed Red Sister, and it also needed him.
"The situation in Pengcheng is very severe, but I only arranged for Yiran and her mother to leave; I will stay. The army won't withdraw until the last moment. You... take care of yourself!"
Bang!
Shi Yiran's father hung up the phone, and Shen Yuan furrowed his brow.
The army won't withdraw until the last moment...
So if the situation really cannot be stabilized, the army will still withdraw, right?
So the situation is indeed very serious?
Is the orphanage... okay?
Shen Yuan quickly packed his things.
A military backpack filled with essentials. It contained necessary items, including a dozen compressed biscuits, a few bottles of mineral water, and some first aid supplies. According to news online, it seemed that plague had already started to appear in Pengcheng; everything had to be done with caution.
Finally, he went to the master bedroom and took down a gun from the ceiling.
It was a revolver; Shen Yuan wasn't sure of the specific model. He had never used a gun before, but when he was young, Red Sister had bought him a toy gun that looked similar.
Revolver fully loaded with six bullets, but there are only four here.
The effective range of this handgun is limited; beyond 50 meters, it loses its power. Within ten meters, a single shot may not even kill a Mutant Mouse. However, in critical moments, it can definitely be useful.
The moment Shen Yuan gripped the Revolver, he did not hear the cold mechanical sound; this gun... cannot be activated for now.
This left him somewhat disappointed.
He did not take the stairs, and the elevator was out of the question because there were still many Mutant Mouse in this building. In such situations, it is best to avoid staying in complex environments, as ambushes are easy to fall into.
The third floor is not high. Shen Yuan observed that there were no Mutant Mouse nearby, so he climbed a bit along the window and then jumped down, rushing towards the Non-Motorized Garage!
The garage was not far away, but the iron door was locked.
Shen Yuan had the key, unlocked it, and entered before locking it again.
This garage is fully enclosed, with three sides made of concrete walls and one side surrounded by an iron fence that reaches the top, preventing any Mutant Mouse from getting in.
He was safe for now!
Shen Yuan let out a sigh of relief and then found a motorcycle, unlocking it.
This is Red Sister's motorcycle, a hybrid of gas and electric.
In recent years, environmental protection has been promoted, leading to reduced fuel usage. Cars and motorcycles are increasingly moving towards electric options; more than half of those running outside are pure Electric Vehicle, and hybrids are becoming rare.
This is an All-Terrain Two-Wheeled Motorcycle, with six-speed transmission, a 20-liter fuel tank, and the latest solar battery pack that can be charged and generate power from sunlight. When fully fueled, it can travel over 1000 kilometers, with a top speed exceeding 300 kilometers per hour—
This is what Red Sister said; the current price exceeds three hundred thousand yuan. Shen Yuan cannot afford it and has never looked into it, completely clueless.
He knows how to ride, and that is enough.
Fortunately, he rode this bike yesterday, refueled on the way back, and charged it overnight; now it is in a fully powered state.
He puts on his riding gear, dons his helmet, and grabs the Shovel; everything is ready.
Shen Yuan opens the garage, starts the motorcycle, and speeds away.
There are almost no pedestrians on the road; if there are any, they are dead and do not require consideration. Of course, he also sees "living people," but they move like zombies, devoid of reason, with bloodshot eyes, attacking recklessly. One even chased after Shen Yuan.
This reminds Shen Yuan of something he saw online:
"Some claim that those bitten by Mutant Mice but not killed have started to lose their minds, biting at others and attacking anyone they see—acting like beasts, frenzied beasts!"
What kind of world is this!
Is the apocalypse… really here?
Shen Yuan revs up the engine and accelerates quickly; those Mutant Mice cannot catch up at all. Before long, he arrives at the orphanage.
The gates of the orphanage are wide open, and Shen Yuan's expression turns grim.
Hell on Earth!
The gatekeeper, Zhang Daye, lay in a pool of blood, a Mutant Mouse gnawing at his corpse. Several Mutant Mice scurried through the orphanage, the screams and cries of the orphans growing fainter as one by one they were bitten to death, unable to escape!
The Mutant Mouse at the entrance spotted a living person and immediately charged over, baring its teeth with glowing red eyes.
“Damn it!”
Shen Yuan cursed loudly, flooring the accelerator as he crashed into the orphanage!
He slammed on the brakes in front of the main building, then jumped out of the car, swinging his Shovel around and striking at the charging Mutant Mouse!
The head split open!
Shen Yuan was startled because the Mutant Mouse was still alive! Although the Shovel had embedded itself in the mouse's head, nearly severing it in half, the creature's vitality was incredibly strong; it was still alive!
Was it that the Shovel had weakened, or that the Mutant Mouse had grown stronger?
Shen Yuan didn’t have time to ponder this question of “Relativity,” raising the Shovel for another strike, this time aiming for the Mutant Mouse's neck and severing it cleanly!
Once again, he felt a warm current surge into his body, replenishing some of his energy after considerable exertion. He was sweating profusely, emanating a faint stench.
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