Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1023 - 683: Flood Engulfs the Dam, Disaster Countdown!
Center of Sha City.
Chengzi shook his head.
A few days ago, they set off from the Western Alliance, and just as they arrived here, they were shocked to find that Orange Continent had already been completely destroyed.
The ruins and broken walls still faintly displayed bullet holes, from which one could deduce how fierce the battle had been!
In the relentless wind and rain, Gan Hu, at the corner of a triangular wall, found a decoration that his third brother Gan Shang often wore, next to a charred human skeleton.
Thus, the fact of his third brother Gan Shang’s death was confirmed.
When they arrived in Sha City, it was already evening, almost night.
They did not immediately return to the Western Alliance but chose to camp and stay in Sha City for the night, thinking they would return when the weather improved with daylight.
Unexpectedly, as they stopped, a torrential downpour followed, growing heavier by the minute.
The sunlight they hoped for did not appear; instead, under the rainstorm, the sky turned as dark as night.
With no other choice, they found a place near Orange Continent to temporarily take shelter.
........
The heavy rain had already persisted for three days and nights, causing zombies to riot, presenting a huge threat to Gan Hu and the others.
Puhua Building.
28th Floor.
Outside, the rainstorm poured down, and the glass windows were constantly battered by rain carried by the fierce wind, producing a crackling sound.
Inside.
Gan Hu stared intently at a middle-aged man in front of him, who was tied up tightly with ropes and fixed to a chair.
"You said, a few months ago, someone came with an armored vehicle and bombarded Orange Continent. Who were they?" Gan Hu’s eyes were sharp as he questioned the middle-aged man before him.
The middle-aged man weakly said, "I’ve already told you everything I know. I did see some people shelling Orange Continent. They were extremely powerful, wearing uniforms, and stayed near Orange Continent for several days. Later, several cars came from somewhere and were also destroyed by them.
After that, they went east, and I truly don’t know who they are. It was too frightening at the time, I didn’t dare to get too close. I really don’t know more than that; I’ve already said it all, please let me go."
His body bore the scars of whippings, indicating he had been tortured severely by Gan Hu and his people over the past two days.
Hearing the middle-aged man say the same things over and over, Gan Hu lost control, swinging the whip in his hand.
Smack!
The whip struck the middle-aged man’s face, quickly leaving a bloody mark.
"How can you not know! You must know who they are!" Gan Hu, seeming nearly insane, roared hysterically.
The middle-aged man groaned feebly, "Even if you beat me to death, I truly don’t know who they were."
Since discovering his third brother’s death, Gan Hu had become increasingly angry.
He had come full of joy, hoping to see his long-separated third brother, but upon arrival, he found only the wreckage of Orange Continent and the charred remains of his brother.
His expectations meeting reality with a painful blow, the huge disparity left his emotions uncontrollable.
All he wanted now was revenge, to kill those who had slain his brother.
But the survivor they happened to find here, who claimed to have seen the battle, now said they didn’t know who those people were. How could this possibly calm him down?
After all this interrogation, still, they knew nothing.
Gan Hu’s anger was beyond containment. He pulled out a dagger from his thigh, angrily about to kill the middle-aged man.
A man dressed in black, standing beside Gan Hu, with thought flashing in his eyes, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him upon seeing Gan Hu about to kill that person.
Seemingly afraid of being harmed by Gan Hu’s impulsive act, the man in black dared not come too close.
"Brother Hu, please calm down. I’ve thought of some questions that might lead you to the answers you seek."
Hearing this, Gan Hu’s eyes shifted slightly, staring at him, "Yao Zuo, what do you want to ask?"
"Brother Hu, if you put down the dagger first, the questions I ask are simple. If they prove useless, you can still kill him later." Yao Zuo said to Gan Hu.
Gan Hu forcibly suppressed his murderous intent with a snort, "Fine. You try again."
This Yao Zuo was quite favored by his father in the Western Alliance, so he also gave him some respect.
Yao Zuo cleared his throat, walked in front of the middle-aged man, and said kindly, "I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you must cooperate honestly. You’ve seen how Brother Hu is running out of patience. If you hold back, it’ll do you no good."
The middle-aged man, eyes wide with fear, said, "I’ve really told you everything I know, I haven’t held anything back. I swear to the heavens."
"Swear to the heavens?" Yao Zuo was amused by this statement.
These days, swearing to the heavens, or to the earth, means nothing.
With a slight chuckle, Yao Zuo looked into his eyes and seriously said, "You just need to answer a few questions. If your answers are good enough, Brother Hu might spare you."
"Go ahead," the middle-aged man said, enduring the pain in his body.
"The first question, do you remember the license plate of the car they drove at that time?"
