Chapter 290 Sorry, I’m Late
"Who are you?"
"Let us go!"
"Why are you arresting us? Is it because of our children?"
"I'm telling you, if you want to arrest us and threaten the children, that's impossible!"
"You'll never achieve your goal!"
Han Ying shouted at the top of her lungs.
More than ten hours had passed since they were suddenly abducted last night. The person who had captured the couple had been leading them on a long journey, underground for a long way, then above ground for another long way. The big rat was moving at a fast pace, and Han Ying figured they must have left the capital.
She and her husband, Feng Ting, were covered in dirt and bruises, as well as minor but serious scratches and bites, all caused by the rat. It hadn't taken any care of them while holding them hostage, and the strange man behind them, who would sneer and sneer, would instruct the rat to deliberately lead them into piles of spiky ruins or through dense forests and thorns. As a result, the couple's injuries became more and more severe.
But neither of them gave in.
Feng Ting is an ordinary person who has not yet awakened. He is also missing an arm and an eye, but his past fighting spirit is still there. In the apocalypse, he has even been tempered to be even more fierce. When being carried away by a rat, he seized the opportunity and pushed his wife out from between the rat's teeth. With the intention of dying with the rat, he took out a gun from his waist and shot the rat several times from inside its mouth.
The rat's skin is hard, but the hardness inside its throat is average. Feng Ting thought to himself, "I can't do anything to you from the outside, so can't I hit you from the mouth?"
It worked, and he succeeded. This was because his gun was no ordinary gun; it was a newly developed, highly lethal weapon specifically designed to deal with mutant beasts after the apocalypse. It had only recently been developed and was still in the trial phase. Its power wasn't great against advanced mutant beasts, but if he shot at the softer parts of the beast's mouth, he'd be sure to kill them.
The mouse screamed in pain and jumped around with its mouth wide open. Feng Ting took the opportunity to escape from its sharp teeth, grabbed his wife who had fallen to the ground, and ran away.
It’s a pity that I didn’t escape successfully.
The strange man behind caught up and shot each of them with an energy gun, capturing them again.
Although Feng Ting was brave, he was still an ordinary man and could not withstand the blow and passed out. Han Ying was also seriously injured and lay on the ground vomiting blood.
But she refused to beg for mercy at all. She kept spitting blood and shouting very loudly.
"We won't be your hostages. You want to threaten my child? No way!"
"Where is this? I recognize it. This is the suburbs north of the city, at the intersection of Xiangmi Town's East Third Road. Coincidentally, I used to work here, so dying here wouldn't be a bad idea."
"I'm telling you, no matter what your purpose is or what organization you're from, you won't succeed. We'd rather die here than be controlled by you!"
"Aunt Qiao, I think you are really tired of living."
The strange man fed the big rat a few crystal cores and applied medicine to stop the bleeding in its mouth. After comforting it for a while, he came to Han Ying.
He raised his hand and pulled Han Ying's hair up.
"Yes, you're right. We captured you to capture Qiao Lan," the man said viciously. "But one is enough. It doesn't matter if one of you dies. We can still lure her here. You hurt my little princess, so you must pay with your lives. Tell me, he dies, or you?"
He pointed the energy gun at Han Ying's eyebrows and asked her to choose between him and her husband.
Han Ying acted as if she hadn't seen the gun, and as if she hadn't heard the life-threatening threat. She spit out blood and earnestly corrected him, "My last name isn't Qiao, and neither is my husband's. You can call me Aunt Feng or Aunt Han, but calling me Aunt Qiao means I should take your child's last name. What's wrong with your brain? You're so stupid, yet you still do bad things. Aren't you afraid that if you don't succeed, you'll end up paying the price?"
The weirdo was furious.
What makes him weird is that he has a metal frame on his shoulders, supporting his neck and head, and he also has metal braces on his legs, relying on them to walk, like a half-robot.
Robots don't wear sunglasses, but he had a pair of large sunglasses on his nose, covering half of his face. Earlier, when he was rushing through the underground, it was pitch black, and he didn't take off his sunglasses. I don't know what this quirk is.
He was angry at this time, and with nothing but the energy gun at hand, he pulled off his sunglasses and smashed them hard on Han Ying's face.
"How dare you humiliate me!"
The sunglasses were smashed, and the half of Han Ying's face that was hit suddenly swelled up.
As he spoke, the energy gun in the other party's hand had been fully charged.
With a murderous look on his face, he yelled at Han Ying, "Choose! You die, or he dies? I'm going to shoot!"
Facing the gun, Han Ying suddenly smiled.
"You're so angry, is it because my child has dealt with you before? She's really powerful. If you beat me to death to avenge her, I'd feel quite proud."
Then she asked, "Why are you calling a mouse a little princess? Are you a pervert? What's your name? You look young and quite handsome. Why did you choose to commit crime? Look at what you've done to yourself. You're neither human nor machine. Your parents would be so heartbroken if they knew. Auntie, just a quick question, are your parents still alive?"
"If you know you're talking too much, just shut up! Shut up now!" the weirdo was angry.
But his anger was obviously not as strong as before.
Because Han Ying said he was young and handsome.
At the time, he looked quite pleased with himself, but when his parents were mentioned, he became unhappy again.
Han Ying looked as if she understood. "Oh, it seems he's gone. Did he meet with disaster? Then is it hard for you to be alone in the apocalypse? Are you full? Are you tired? Your legs and neck seem to be injured. Are they painful?"
Nagging.
The big golden purple rat was getting impatient, wondering why the owner hadn't killed anyone yet. It couldn't wait any longer!
But the strange man not only did not take action, but his eyes turned red.
A ferocious guy was moved to tears by Han Ying's words.
It was truly bizarre. Han Ying was surprised herself; she hadn't expected that stalling for time and talking nonsense would actually work.
So he tried harder and continued, "Young man, what's your last name? Where are you from? Where did you work before the end of the world? Who do you work for now? Is your boss nice to you? Do you have any..."
The weirdo held the energy gun in his hand but hesitated to shoot, listening to Han Ying's questions one after another.
Han Ying suddenly stopped talking, covered her mouth, and frowned in pain. Blood quickly seeped from between her fingers. She had vomited it out, unable to hold it back.
The strange man actually showed some sympathy, "How are you..."
Snap!
A purple-red lightning suddenly struck down on the head!
Knock him to the ground!
squeak!
The golden-purple rat screamed, jumped up, and was about to attack.
But there was another thick bolt of lightning, which directly burned the mouse to a crisp.
A tall figure appeared on the scene.
"Sorry I'm late."
He hurried forward and helped Han Ying up.
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