Chapter 690: The Chen Family Tradition
These details were enough to let Chen Jiao confirm it—this An Ran was the same An Ran she knew. Because the An Ran she knew also had a daughter called Doll.
This was the first real trace of He Wen that Chen Jiao had gotten in so long.
Her fingers slowly clenched into a fist.
She couldn’t let it go. Absolutely could not.
She remembered the day she and An Ran separated outside the maternity and children’s hospital in Xiang City’s Star District. Yes—she was abandoned by An Ran on that street. Then a group of survivors picked her up.
But what about An Ran? Did An Ran return to the hospital? Did she see Hu Zhen and He Wen again?
Chen Jiao held onto a sliver of hope. She wanted to find An Ran and ask everything clearly.
But Chen Chaofa had been Old General Chen’s treasured son. When news of his death spread, the old general fainted instantly. This matter would definitely not be left alone.
Before the night even ended, the old general regained consciousness.
He said nothing, leaned on his cane, and walked out the door with Chen Chaogong and Chen Chaoxi following him. When they returned that evening, they heard that Jinmen Base had dispatched ten fighter jets toward Yaoyang Base.
The jets arrived over Yaoyang Base deep into the night.
Even before they got close, Wang Wei—monitoring from the tallest building—flashed a searchlight toward the ground a few times, then immediately shut off the power and led the rest of the rooftop team downstairs.
The moment Chen Chaofa died, Zhan Lian expected Jinmen Base to retaliate. He had arranged Wang Wei and a few other Strength-Type Ability Users users to take turns monitoring the skies, even giving them a high-magnification night-vision telescope.
So before the jets reached the base, the flashing searchlight signaled everyone below: planes were coming.
People instantly moved into coordinated action—cutting power, extinguishing fires, carrying children, supporting the elderly, leading families toward the underground shelter entrances.
Zhan Lian had already found several underground facilities suitable for civil-defense use.
Fatty had even drilled evacuation practices beforehand.
This time, no one pushed or panicked.
Within five minutes, under moonlight, everyone evacuated cleanly.
The ten fighter jets reached Yaoyang Base’s airspace… and the pilots were confused.
They weren’t even sure this was the correct base. The snow hadn’t fully melted yet; frozen land wasn’t going to thaw easily. Along the route from Jinmen Base to Yaoyang, many tall buildings still stood in the snowy plains.
But according to pre-apocalypse coordinates, this place should be Yaoyang Base.
Yet… where were the people?
From the air, everything was dark. A few fires still burned weakly in the snow, but there wasn’t a single trace of human activity.
Their orders were simple—turn Yaoyang Base into a sieve.
So people or no people, they didn’t care. The ten jets circled among the tall buildings and began a wild, indiscriminate round of bombing.
“Hah. This is the Chen family tradition.” Inside the Grand Fortune Hotel, on Level B2, An Ran hugged Doll with Little Mint by her side. Hearing the thunderous explosions above, she spoke to Zhan Lian with a bitter, ironic tone.
Truly—birds of a feather. Chen Chaofa really did come from Jinmen Base. They all liked picking on civilians.
So what if they had planes? They loved flying around bombing people as if they owned the sky.
“What kind of garbage behavior is that?!” she said, voice full of scorn.