Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 69: She’s......dead?

Exiting the space, the trio quickly left the bank vault and hurried toward the nearby government evacuation center.

As they ran, Elena and Ethan remembered that the tornado had been far away during their last check. But in a matter of moments, it was inching closer, its menacing presence ominously looming on the horizon.

The rain poured down heavily, and the wind howled around them, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Let’s move faster," Elena urged, glancing back at the massive tornado that seemed ready to strike at any moment.

They had already agreed that Elena and Ethan would dress in rags and wear makeup to look like disaster survivors. Meanwhile, Oslo would position himself in a nearby high-rise building to scout from above and provide real-time updates.

Their plan was simple: first, they would scout the area and mingle with anyone present to gather information. If no one were around, Oslo would create distractions, allowing them to infiltrate cautiously.

While running, Oslo caught sight of City B and gasped in disbelief. The last time he visited, this place was full of elegance and bustling with life, but now it was eerily empty.

The buildings were mostly damaged, debris littered the streets, and the worst part was that bodies were scattered everywhere.

He sighed, glancing at the tornado in the distance, shocked at how quickly nature had turned this city into a living hell.

"Chief, will this disaster ever end?" Oslo asked, worry evident as he listened to the roaring thunder.

"I don’t know," Ethan replied, uncertainty in his tone.

"But I know that no matter what challenges we face, we will fight in our own way. So back up, just like we always do on dangerous missions. Trust in ourselves."

"Yeah, you’re right, Chief," Oslo said, determination rising in his voice.

They ran for a few minutes until they spotted a sign for a government evacuation center. Quickly, they searched for a secluded spot where they could monitor the Iron gang members while remaining hidden.

Elena summoned Poochi, knowing that his time had come. The little dog was tasked with locating Lydia through her scent.

At first, Elena was skeptical about Poochi’s ability to complete the task, especially with the overwhelming smells in the area.

However, Ethan reassured her, saying, ’Poochi is special. He can track someone as long as he has their belongings with their scent. If that person is within 500 meters, he’ll be able to find that person.’

With renewed hope, Elena placed her faith in Poochi. freёnovelkiss.com

The moment Poochi emerged from space, he was stunned and whined softly. The dark surroundings made him uneasy, and the distant roar of thunder only added to his fear.

"Aw~aww~awww," Poochi whined.

Ethan noticed his dog’s distress and immediately tried to comfort him with gentle pats and soothing words, but Poochi dodged his touch and moved closer to Elena for comfort.

Elena nearly burst into laughter; Poochi’s antics lightened the mood amid the disaster.

She patted him lovingly and said, "Don’t be afraid, okay? Once you complete this mission, you can have a barbecue feast. Good boy!"

Watching them, Ethan felt a twinge of jealousy and shot Poochi a mock glare. ’

’Hmph, this dog needs more training. Just a little thunder, and he’s scared? But something’s off; Poochi has never been afraid of thunder.’

There he saw, Poochi, wagging his tail happily beside Elena.

Yes, Poochi was acting; he wanted his mistress’s attention, and it worked. He happily barked, now ready for the mission.

"Aw~aw~~awww."

’Poochi is now ready, Mistress.’

Elena smiled and handed Poochi a small item that belonged to Lydia, hoping it would help him pick up her scent.

"Good boy, find the person with this scent."

As Poochi focused on his task, Elena turned to Oslo.

"It’s time for you to head to the top of the building to monitor the area and keep us updated on any changes."

Oslo nodded and was ready to go upstairs when she heard Elena calling her again.

"By the way, you know the warning trigger, right? The last time little Mia rattled me, you called my Golden Tablet broken," Elena said accusingly.

Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle. He had warned them not to refer the Golden Tablet as rugged, dirty, or broken, emphasizing that it was Elena’s treasured possession. Calling it anything negative was a mistake.

’Enjoy my wife’s wrath now... Hehehehe.’

"Of course, sister-in-law, I know how to trigger the warning. I was just anxious when you didn’t show up, so I thought it was broken. I would never doubt the Golden Tablet," Oslo defended nervously.

"You better not," Elena replied with a chuckle.

’Dare to call my precious treasure broken again, and you’ll regret it.’

Oslo sighed in relief.

’Eh, why do they see the Golden Tablet as ragged and broken? To sister-in-law, it’s golden and shiny. It’s so deceiving.’

Oslo sighed again.

After their playful banter, Poochi sprang into action, sniffing the area as Elena and Ethan followed closely. After a few moments, he stopped and looked at a nearby warehouse.

He barked softly.

"Aw~awww~~aw~~"

’It’s here!’

Ethan recognized Poochi’s signal and quickly informed Elena that this was where the scent was strongest.

"Wife, Poochi says the person is here."

Elena raised her brows, intrigued by how her husband understood Poochi.

Seeing her amazed expression, Ethan chuckled.

’Why is my wife trying to seduce me again?’

"Don’t look at me like that; Poochi and I have been partners for nearly seven years. I know this dog inside and out."

"Aw~awww~awww," Poochi confirmed.

’Yeah, Mistress, we’re partners in crime always.’

"Oh, well. Good job, Handsome Poochi. You can go back to paradise now; your mission is complete," Elena said with a warm smile as she patted Poochi affectionately.

With Poochi now at ease, Elena and Ethan turned their attention to scouting the area, carefully observing their surroundings for any signs of danger or clues about Lydia’s whereabouts.

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Meanwhile, Lydia was busy organizing the materials stored in the inventory. The bald man’s subordinate had instructed everyone to handle the items carefully and to move them quickly, warning that failure to comply would have serious consequences.

"Faster! Why are you all moving so slowly?" the bald subordinate shouted angrily, anxious that the items would be lost once the tornado struck.

"You, the ugliest one! Handle that carefully! The item you’re holding is an old antique. What if you break it? Your ugliness can’t pay for it. Even if you try to seduce us with your body, no one would be interested because you’re so ugly. Ugly!" the bald subordinate insults the woman angrily.

The woman remained silent, tears streaming down her face as she focused on ensuring the item she handled didn’t break.

Lydia felt a surge of anger at the bald man’s subordinate for insulting someone. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes with a dangerous glint in her gaze.

’This man, with his weird and stupid square-shaped face, dares to insult someone else’s appearance. Why doesn’t he take a look in the mirror?’

Once most of the items were moved to another location, the bald man’s subordinate was eager to leave the warehouse and head to the bunker.

Before doing so, he instructed his team to deal with these ugly women after they had securely moved all the items, telling them to leave just a couple of people behind to carry the items back.

"Boss, can I play with them first?" a gang member asked eagerly.

"You want this ugly woman?" the bald subordinate replied.

"Eh, boss. I want to ravage them one by one later."

"As long as you finish them off afterward," the bald man’s subordinate agreed with disdain.

Lydia listened attentively as she stored the last item in the box, feeling a mix of rage and anxiety.

’They want to toy with them before killing them. These bast*rds!’

As soon as the leader left the warehouse, the remaining women began brainstorming ways to escape. Three members remained, and they were armed with guns.

"After you finish storing those items, you and the red hair should come to my room. I’m tired and want a massage," one subordinate demanded.

Lydia was among the women called to serve this old, dirty man.

’Urgh, why don’t you just give yourself a massage, you bast*rd?’

Meanwhile, Oslo was observing the base and the warehouse from above. When he noticed a car moving out of the warehouse, he immediately notified Elena.

As soon as Elena heard a DING[Emergency] in her mind, she activated her [Telepathy] skill to contact Oslo.

"What happened? Any news?" Elena asked.

"Sister-in-law, you’re currently at the back of the warehouse, right? A truck just left the entrance, probably heading back to their base."

Elena and Ethan were surveying the area at the warehouse’s back exit, so they were unaware of the entrance.

"What? Can you see how many of them are in the truck? Do they have any women with them?" Elena asked, eager for information.

"They’re driving a truck loaded with supplies... There are a lot of men, and they all have guns," Oslo replied, pausing for a moment before continuing.

"And from what I can see, there are no women so far," he said calmly while checking their activity through his telescope.

"Okay, keep us updated if you find anything else," Elena instructed.

Elena quickly relayed the update to Ethan. Without wasting any time, they both sprang into action.

Elena put the lock into the space, allowing them to enter the exit door quietly. They carefully made their way into the warehouse, checking for any men stationed inside.

After a few minutes of searching, they realized that the area was empty.

Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the other room.

"No... Please, I beg you... Please don’t do this... Don’t... ahhhh!"

Then, the other subordinate slapped the woman hard, causing her to cry out in pain.

"You bitch, shut up! You should be thanking us... Look at yourself; you’re so ugly. The only thing useful about you is your body. So be good, or I will—"

Before he could finish his threat, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Panic erupted among them. A gang member tried to shout for their team leader, but it was too late. Elena, using a silencer, shot him perfectly in the head.

The women were stunned for a moment, but then they erupted in joyful laughter at the sight of the dead man.

Elena quickly scanned the room, searching for Lydia, but she was nowhere to be found. She turned to the other women and asked, "Did you see a red-haired woman?"

Upon hearing Elena ask about the disheveled red-haired woman, they nodded in response.

"The other man took her to another room," one woman said, tears streaming down her face.

"Which room?" Elena pressed.

"The last and biggest room," the woman replied.

Before they left, Elena reminded them about the approaching tornado.

"You need to leave as soon as possible," she urged.

With that, they quickly made their way to the largest room. Suddenly, they heard a gunshot echo through the warehouse.

Elena’s heart raced as she exchanged worried glances with Ethan.

"We need to hurry!"

Upon arriving, they were stunned by the sight before them.

Blood was scattered everywhere.

"LYDIA!"

Elena screamed in shock and anger.