Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

The villa is spacious and comfortable, with three floors and grand decorations. At first glance, it even gives people the illusion of returning to the pre-apocalyptic world.

The people outside did not follow the two inside, and there were no other guards inside.

Su Han looked up as if sensing something and discovered a dense array of surveillance cameras in the corner of the room.

There's one every few steps; I won't stop until I see them from every angle.

really.

Su Han's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.

This is something Pan Taining would do.

Shen Chengyin raised his hand and found the surveillance cameras one by one, burning them until the metal casings melted into a pool of black water.

Su Han walked slowly into the house, and with each step, the figure of that person in her memory became clearer.

He randomly chose a room, sat on the bed, patted the spot next to him, and Shen Chengyin obediently sat down next to him.

"Do you hate him?" Su Han asked.

"Who?"

"Pan Taining".

The little green bird that was preening its feathers at the foot of the bed heard the noise and immediately looked up alertly, its tiny green eyes staring intently at Su Han.

"Of course." Shen Chengyin replied without hesitation.

A man who saved his life, spent five years with him, and taught him day and night. A man he truly wanted to call father.

Only at the very end did he discover that it was all a scam, and that all the other party's efforts were merely to skin him alive and squeeze every last drop of value out of him.

Of course he would hate it.

The little green bird that had been listening intently nearby lowered its head listlessly.

"I will kill him, Shen Chengyin."

Su Han smiled, looking relaxed, as if she were discussing some trivial gossip.

"I will kill Pan Taining with my own hands."

*

Shuguang Base, Central Government Building.

"Doctor, the person you requested has been brought back to the base and placed in a villa under your name. As for the research institute... if we don't go back soon, I'm afraid..."

A wrinkled yet steady and powerful hand rose up, cutting off the unfinished words.

"understood."

Behind the desk, the gray-haired man slowly stood up and took his coat.

The man's face was covered in wrinkles, and he looked to be in his sixties or seventies. However, he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a ruddy complexion, giving him the appearance of being vigorous despite his age.

Su Han.

He repeated those two words to himself several times.

Pan Taining's gaze darkened, then he forced a kind smile.

SUH-37, an experimental subject who has never received emotional education, has actually given himself such a poetic name.

interesting.

Surrounded by his subordinates, Pan Taining quickly left his office and headed to the research institute he was in charge of.

The two building complexes are quite far apart, requiring at least a 20-minute walk.

The man walked with a brisk pace, passing many survivors along the way. Regardless of their identity, status, or whether they possessed supernatural abilities, he greeted them with a smile, as warmly as if they were old neighbors.

Several women with children were out for a walk. When the children saw Pan Taining, they cheered and rushed over, shouting, "Colonel Kentucky Fried Chicken! Colonel Kentucky Fried Chicken!!"

"Colonel Sanders! I want ice cream!!"

"Colonel Sanders, when are you going to start selling hamburgers? You said you'd open a hamburger shop when I lost all my teeth, but you didn't keep your word!"

Pan Taining was very approachable, smiling as he squatted down and patted the children's heads. His expensive overcoat hung on the ground, covered in mud, and had been stepped on by the children a few times.

"The burger joint will be opening soon, and I'll treat you all to free food. Right now, let Mom take you all for ice cream as a reward for being good kids, okay?"

"good--"

Pan Taining's subordinates immediately stepped forward and transferred a portion of their contribution points from their own bracelets to the bracelets of several women.

In the post-apocalyptic world, resources are scarce, and ice cream is a luxury. The contribution points Pan Taining casually gave them were enough for them to eat and drink for a week.

The women thanked him repeatedly, but Pan Taining just smiled and waved, watching the children's joyful figures disappear into the distance until they vanished around the street corner.

When he turned around again, the warm smile on his face faded away like the tide.

Pan Taining took the wet wipe handed to him by his subordinate and slowly wiped his fingers.

"Let's go." His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Don't let your captain lose his life."

When Pan Taining arrived at the laboratory, everything was already ready.

He methodically changed into his surgical gown, disinfected himself, and checked the equipment.

In the center of the laboratory, two people lay on an operating table surrounded by a cluster of equipment, their bodies pierced with a terrifying number of tubes.

Pan Taining walked up to one of the people, his voice coming through the mask, devoid of any emotion.

"Ready?"

The person on the bed met Pan Taining's gaze, and they both saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.

"Ready."

Tang Qiao gritted his teeth and spat out a few words.