Chapter 687: If Escape Isn’t Possible
On land, Flesh Flower could dominate everything, but against air attacks, it had no method at all. When facing aircraft from the Jinmen Base, the people of Yaoyang Base could only hide.
If it were just a few planes, it wouldn’t be a big problem. But what if one day Old General Chen lost his temper and simply launched a nuclear bomb?
Even if they hid several floors underground, the thousands of lives in Yaoyang Base wouldn’t survive a nuclear strike.
And Flesh Flower would likely be blown apart until even its crystal core turned to dust.
If Doll in Tang Siluo’s belly could save thousands of people, then Zhao Ru would make sure that child was born, no matter what.
“No matter what happens… I just hope this child’s birth won’t turn into a curse.”
After thinking it over, An Ran ultimately didn’t oppose Zhao Ru giving Tang Siluo fetal-protection treatment.
But she felt uneasy.
If Doll really was Chen Chaofa’s, An Ran hadn’t forgotten whose hands Chen Chaofa died under. By the time that child grew up, she would be forty or fifty. She would have lived enough—but Doll was still young. An Ran had to think about Doll’s future.
An Ran said nothing more. Carrying a quiet sense of dread, she turned back with the sled.
Tonight had been lively enough—she needed sleep.
And where she lived was that terrifying Grand Fortune Hotel covered entirely in Flesh Flower vines.
Once the real and fake Yun Tao were finally told apart, Zhan Lian, Luo Feifan, and Fatty all agreed to set the team’s meeting room inside the Grand Fortune Hotel.
If they settled here in the future, anything involving core secrets would be safest here—no one would risk walking into the Grand Fortune Hotel for no reason.
An Ran didn’t know what Zhan Lian and the rest planned—were they moving north or south?—but she wanted to stay. She planned to rebuild Yaoyang Base once the snow melted, because the Flesh Flower’s was here and not easy to move.
After all, Flesh Flower was a plant. When it was small, with a flower ball the size of a soccer ball, it could be taken anywhere. But now it had grown—eating, eating, eating every day—and its huge flower ball was beyond imagination. Moving it would be extremely difficult.
Because of Flesh Flower, An Ran had to remain here. Considering her combat strength, most people would choose whatever decision she leaned toward.
But Zhao Ru’s concerns were also concerns Zhan Lian and the others had long considered. The grudge between Yaoyang Base and Jinmen Base was a huge problem. Right now, launching a counterattack against Jinmen Base was absolutely impossible.
If they couldn’t run, then they could only fortify themselves, develop strength, and counterattack later.
When An Ran entered the Grand Fortune Hotel, Luo Feifan and the pale-faced Fatty had just come out.
Luo Feifan’s expression looked fine, but Fatty—who was terrified of entering this place—looked miserable. When he saw An Ran pulling the sled inside, he merely waved at her in greeting and immediately fled.
An Ran set the sled down in the corridor and bent to pick up Doll.
The Flesh Flower vines wriggled on the walls like the inner lining of a monster’s stomach—an incredibly horrifying sight.
Carrying Doll, she entered a room.
Zhan Lian opened the bathroom door. His upper body was bare, his lower half wrapped in a white towel, with another white towel hanging around his neck.
He leaned against the doorway, cleaning his ear, and said to An Ran: “Why are you only getting back now?”