Dark Ruins Dawn

Chapter 47 Jetta
But what they didn't know was that twenty minutes after the chase began, Zhuang Fan opened his paraglider on the hovercar.

At this moment, the windshield of the airship was shattered like a spider web, and the cabin, riddled with holes, was open from front to back, teetering on the verge of collapse.

He made the hovercar fly along the preset route, then used the eerie fog to cover himself, detached from the vehicle, and disappeared into the darkness.

The armored convoy below roared past without noticing anything amiss.

Once the paraglider reaches the designated coordinates, its frame automatically retracts, folding into a smaller parachute that gently carries him to the ground.

He hiked for more than an hour in the wilderness, carefully avoiding all reconnaissance and surveillance, and cautiously returned to the valley.

The suitcase was opened, emitting a faint, cool light.

A brand new identity was activated, and he rode the hidden electric motorcycle toward Linhai City.

Two hours later.

On the distant horizon, a burst of firelight tore through the darkness of the night.

The nuclear officer finally saw the crashed airship.

It crashed into a pile of rubble and burned to nothing but a charred skeleton.

The vehicle information had already been erased; it was a standard black car.

A soldier strode forward, his voice tinged with weariness: "Sir, we have launched a search within a three-kilometer radius, but have not yet found any trace of the target."

The officer's gaze never left the map, eventually settling on a place name.

South City.

This place is too close to the south of the city.

He ordered in a deep voice: "Notify the South City branch that the target is likely fleeing there. Have them immediately conduct the highest level of investigation on all refugees entering the city."

In the distant mountains and ravines, a reconnaissance drone hovered, secretly observing the movements of the nuclear group.

A moment later, the drone quietly landed and flew back into an inconspicuous modified car.

There were only two rough-looking men inside the car.

"Old Mike, have you seen the boss yet?"

"There was no one in the wreckage; Mr. Xu has already escaped."

"Now that things have turned out this way, shall we go to the south of the city and stake him out?"

"Ah."

On the other side, Zhuang Fan rode his electric motorcycle at breakneck speed across the wilderness.

The main force of the nuclear group is being led step by step onto the wrong chessboard by this pawn.

Back outside Linhai City.

He could see from afar that a large number of nuclear group armored vehicles were driving out of the city, and the spies disguised as scavengers had also become much less numerous.

Zhuang Fan didn't expect to fool everyone, but if the alert level of Linhai City could be lowered by one point, the difficulty of rescuing Watson would be reduced by ten points.

After working late into the night, he found a shady tree, lay down on it, and took a nap to recharge.

At dawn, as the sky began to lighten, the eerie fog in the wilderness was slowly diluted by the sunlight.

After Zhuang Fan finished eating two protein bars, he used nano-skin to transform into a hunched old scavenger.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows; he remains unchanged.

He carried the container box on his back and came to an open wilderness.

Close your eyes and carefully sense the eerie mist flowing around you.

The air is filled with human, zombie, and mutated plant matter...

Various strange and complex fogs intertwined to form an invisible net, appearing briefly and then quickly dissipating.

He patiently peeled and sifted, searching for that familiar, slightly earthy, and damp fur smell.

found it.

About 500 meters to the northwest, there is a nest of ratmen.

Zhuang Fan opened his eyes and disappeared back into the shadows.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloak came out, covering himself up completely.

He pulled his hood down, hiding his face in the shadows.

Dark mist seeped from beneath his cloak, swirling around his body and outlining a distorted silhouette.

He walked silently toward the ratmen's lair.

It was a collapsed highway bridge pier, the hollow interior of which had been hollowed out and covered with weeds and sheet metal.

Two rat-man sentries were fast asleep, bows and crossbows in hand.

The snoring stopped abruptly.

When they saw the figure shrouded in dark mist, their bodies tensed instantly.

The drowsiness was dispelled by fear.

Lord Demon General!

Two sentries crawled out, knelt humbly before him, and buried their heads deep in the soil.

Where is Tataji?

He deliberately lowered his voice, imitating the voice of the demon general from before.

The rat-man scout trembled and stammered, "My lord, the chief... he's not here..."

"Let the capable people come out."

"Yes!"

Soon, four larger ratmen emerged, better equipped with gleaming armor. The moment they saw Zhuang Fan, the ferocity in their eyes turned docile, and they immediately bowed.

His gaze swept over them, finally settling on a familiar figure.

Zhuang Fan remembered it.

He vividly remembers the other party making a helmet out of half a blackened ball.

I didn't expect this guy to get promoted.

"come here."

Zhuang Fan held up a finger and pointed at it.

Of course, the ball-shaped rat recognized the person disguised as a demon general under Tiros; the voice was exactly the same.

It shuffled closer to Zhuang Fan, trembling like a leaf.

According to rumors within the clan, the more exaggerated the shaking, the more it demonstrates respect and submission to the Demon General.

Zhuang Fan looked down at it, his voice carrying a hint of indifference.

"How's the tunnel excavation going?"

"Sir, we are still digging."

"Slow again?"

The ball-shaped rat replied in a trembling voice, "My lord, it's because our leader recently fought a war with humans, which caused a lot of delays."

It's lying.

The real reason is that people born in the Year of the Rat are generally lazy, have short attention spans, and are extremely prone to procrastination.

Zhuang Fan snorted coldly.

"The Lord's mobilization of supplies has been hindered. Are you going to take responsibility for this?"

"Sir! At most three more... No! Two months, it can be finished in two months!"

Zhuang Fan remained silent; this was not the answer he wanted.

The ball-shaped mouse was sweating profusely with anxiety. It racked its brains and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, sir! We just discovered a very small secret passage a few days ago. It goes underground, bypassing the minefield. It's very well hidden and safe."

Another rat-man frowned and whispered a reminder: "Don't say anything. That tunnel is very narrow. Only one person can pass through at a time. Goods can't be transported through."

Sleepiness has brought me a pillow.

Zhuang Fan thought that the ball-shaped rat had become quite handsome.

He slowly lowered his head, making the shadow of the hood even deeper.

"lead the way."

Two words, like the final judgment.

"Yes Yes!"

The ball-shaped mouse led the way, with Zhuang Fan following behind.

The two walked deep underground for a long time, and after passing through a rock crevice, the view suddenly opened up before them.

This is a collapsed underground shelter, now only ruins remain.

"Sir, this is it."

The ball-shaped rat pointed deep into the ruins: "Our people dug a path from here."

Zhuang Fan didn't speak. His gaze swept over a broken load-bearing column with a badly corroded metal badge on it.

The design features a circle of intersecting thorns encircling the shield.

The old man's memories were triggered.

【Fence Mercenary Group】

The first officially recognized S-rank mercenary group in the wasteland has long since been buried in the dust of history.

Xu Renyi had had several unpleasant business dealings with them and was deeply impressed by the badge.

Currently, Zhuang Fan has come into contact with two S-class mercenary groups, one of which is the Sharp Edge Mercenary Group, where Grey Goose is located;
The other was the Swift Dragon mercenary group that had captured him at Strange Rock Hill.

Sharpness and Swift Dragon are mortal enemies.

In this wasteland, nothing seems to last forever. Whether it's a commercial empire, a renowned noble family, or a top mercenary group, their ultimate fate is to be forgotten.

Zhuang Fan arrived at the end of the ruins, where there was a hole less than half a meter in diameter.

The opening was rough, indicating it was hastily excavated.

"Sir, there used to be a long-abandoned sewage pipe in here."

"Go around to the end of the pipe, go up, and there's an iron fence. Open it and you can enter the city. It's a very remote place, and nobody goes there usually," the ball-shaped rat explained.

Zhuang Fan nodded, his gaze falling on the ball-shaped rat.

He suddenly realized that cultivating this guy into his contact might not be a bad idea, after all, Tataji was too insidious and he wasn't confident he could control him.

"What's your name?"

The ball-shaped mouse paused for a moment: "Sir, I, my name is..."

It spoke a string of broken Esperanto pronunciations that sounded like the English letters "Jeda".

Jetta.

Zhuang Fan interrupted it directly: "From now on, you will be called Jetta."

"Yes! Thank you for bestowing a name upon me, sir!"

(End of this chapter)