“Lin Shuangshuang.”
Huo Ling looked down at her and said coldly, without a trace of warmth:
“Don’t pretend to be stupid. Losing your memory doesn’t mean you’re an idiot. Your IQ is fine. And if I find out you’re faking amnesia… heh, then you’re dead.”
He almost ground the words out through clenched teeth.
Lin Shuangshuang felt a little guilty. She subconsciously avoided his gaze, but the next second her mind went blank again—her memory reset once more.
Huo Ling didn’t want to keep watching her memory constantly reset; it made him feel uncomfortable. So he used his psychic-type ability to directly force her into sleep.
Lin Shuangshuang instantly went limp, nearly falling backward off the seat—but she was caught and pulled back, held securely in his arms.
Huo Ling stared at her expressionlessly. Only he knew his hand was tightening continuously. His words were harsh, but his body was honest.
He simply couldn’t bear to let go.
In the front seat, the three teammates were whispering.
“How is it? How is it? Sister Nana, can you hear anything?”
Wu Zhe kept turning back to look at the middle row.
Luo Na stroked her long hair gracefully, glanced at him, and said calmly, “Nope. Can’t hear a thing.”
She couldn’t help complaining, “The stuff Brother Zhang made is really too high quality.”
So frustrating.
Wu Zhe looked regretful. With his clean-cut face, he shook his head dramatically and said, “No, don’t you think… our Brother Huo isn’t going to hit her, right?”
The driver Gao Lei immediately denied it. “Impossible. Brother Huo isn’t that kind of person.”
Wu Zhe clicked his tongue. “Not necessarily. An abrupt breakup like that… that’s a painful realization. Think about it—one day they’re madly in love, and the next day she breaks up with him for no reason, no warning at all!”
Just imagining it was suffocating.
“Oh? You sound like an expert. Have you dated before?” Luo Na teased with a laugh.
Wu Zhe scratched his head awkwardly. “I haven’t dated, but I’ve seen pigs run even if I haven’t eaten pork. Still, I don’t support violence.”
He looked genuinely worried.
“Should we interrupt Brother Huo? We can talk things out properly.”
Luo Na shook her head. “You don’t get it. If he didn’t care about her, would he rush over here? You’ve never dated, so you just don’t understand.”
She sighed, clearly enjoying the drama.
Broken mirror reunited. Love turning into hate. Chase-husband-to-crematorium arc, then chase-wife-to-crematorium arc!
So satisfying!!
Gao Lei told her to stop reading too many web novels.
“Road ahead is blocked by a zombie horde. Someone call Brother Huo and ask him to clear the way, or we can’t pass.”
Wu Zhe immediately volunteered. “I’ll do it!”
He pressed the intercom on the front panel, calling the back seat.
It connected quickly.
Wu Zhe asked directly, “Brother Huo, clear the way. Zombies everywhere ahead.”
Then he listened.
But there was only silence. No response, no sound.
Luo Na also tried to listen in but heard nothing and shrugged helplessly.
After a moment, Huo Ling responded briefly and hung up.
He activated his psychic ability, and the densely packed zombies ahead scattered instantly.
Gao Lei drove through quickly.
A single earthquake had destroyed an entire city. Almost all buildings had collapsed.
Their vehicle had already left the worst-hit area and returned to their base—a suburb surrounded by wide open plains with excellent visibility.
By the roadside stood a strange structure: a metal house supported by six “legs,” hovering slightly above the ground like a stilted building.
When the vehicle returned, the structure lowered a passage so the car could drive in.
“We’re finally home!”
Wu Zhe jumped out of the passenger seat. At 168 cm tall with a youthful face, he looked very young—though he actually was. He had just turned eighteen.
Gao Lei got out as well, casually closing the door. At 178 cm, he was taller and sturdier, with well-proportioned muscle. His face wasn’t particularly handsome, but it was steady and reliable-looking.
Luo Na stepped out from the middle row, wearing high boots and combat pants. Her long legs were striking, her figure curvy and feminine, clearly a refined beauty.
She tossed supplies into the living room. “Come help unload everything!”
Then she shouted, “Xiao Wu! Xiao Liu!”
Two mechanical dogs ran out of the living room, happily grabbing supplies and dragging them inside—very obedient.
A sound came from the car door.
The three of them turned in unison.
They saw Huo Ling getting out of the car, carrying the girl.
Luo Na immediately got excited. “That height difference is perfect! So shippable!”
Gao Lei and Wu Zhe both greeted him, “Brother Huo.”
Huo Ling nodded and carried Lin Shuangshuang straight into the living room.
A burly man walked out—wearing an apron, tied-back hair, goggles around his neck, hands still stained with machine oil.
He peeked out and asked, “You’re back? How’s the new vehicle? Easy to drive?”
Wu Zhe jumped in immediately. “Brother Zhang! It’s great! But Old Gao won’t let me drive it!”
“You have a license?” Gao Lei replied while unloading supplies: two boxes of alcohol, two boxes of milk, three boxes of juice, five boxes of instant noodles, a bag of miscellaneous snacks and medicine, and a basket of random metal parts.
Zhang Dapeng noticed the girl in Huo Ling’s arms but didn’t ask. He wasn’t as gossipy as the younger three. Instead, he cared more about the parts.
“Did you find the screws I needed?”
Luo Na sighed. “No idea. Check yourself. I’m starving. What are we eating tonight? Something warm would be nice in this weather.”
Only Huo Ling usually cooked, but he rarely had time.
Zhang Dapeng had built two cooking robots—Xiao Yi and Xiao Er. Xiao San and Xiao Si handled cleaning. Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu were the mechanical dogs.
Gao Lei parked the car in the underground garage and closed the gate.
“I want handmade noodles,” he said.
Wu Zhe exploded. “Again?? I’m done with noodles. I want rice!”
Gao Lei was from the Central Plains and loved noodles. Wu Zhe was from the south and preferred rice, so they argued about meals every day.
Luo Na didn’t care. “Anything’s fine as long as it’s soup.”
Zhang Dapeng ignored them. “Tell Xiao Yi and Xiao Er yourselves.”
He carried the basket of parts and went down to the basement—that was the core of the mobile house and his personal workspace.
While they were talking, Huo Ling had already carried Lin Shuangshuang up to the third floor—the private area of their team doctor, Zhao Pingsheng.
Zhao Pingsheng had already seen the activity on the monitors. Wearing a white coat and gold-rim glasses, he looked refined and calm.
When Huo Ling came out of the elevator carrying her, he asked, “You brought her back?”
Huo Ling paused slightly, then replied flatly:
“Mm.”