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Chapter 1273 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (154)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (154)

Twenty years have passed in a flash.

It was autumn, and the bright yellow sunlight was like a huge piece of amber, enveloping the entire world. The sunlight poured freely into every corner, making every piece of land shine.

A massive city sits near a beautiful lake, with houses lining the streets and traffic flowing smoothly. Towering city walls encircle the entire city, and the four large characters "Hope Base" on the walls remain clearly visible despite the erosion of time.

Early that morning, the entire city awoke from its slumber, and melodious music filled the air.

The melodious music, people's unrestrained conversations, and the aroma of various foods intertwine to form the city's alarm clock, completely waking the city up and starting a new day.

"Breaking news: General Man will lead the First Legion back in triumph soon. General Man departed on behalf of Hope Base six months ago..."

"Breaking news from this station: the base research institute recently announced five new research projects. Among them, the well-known Dean Liao once again lived up to expectations, leading his team to overcome the problem of soil pollution. Currently..."

"Good morning everyone, welcome to the morning news from I Love Peace. Today is another sunny day, and the autumn harvest is just around the corner. As per usual, the base should finalize the date for the Harvest Festival within two weeks. Merchants should be prepared and stock up on goods. Last year, I finally managed to describe the Harvest Festival to everyone as soon as possible, but then I missed out on several of my favorite snacks..."

Noisy sounds rang out from all directions. A bakery, whose aroma wafted out, pushed open its door, and a young man wearing a chef's hat hurriedly flipped the 'Closed...' sign on the outside of the door.

【Delicious-smelling bread is now available for sale~】

Several passersby were loitering nearby when they saw this and immediately pushed open the door and went inside.

Upon entering the shop, the rich aroma of bread gave them a free, fragrant wash. This sweet and filling scent made them involuntarily smile, especially when some of the girls saw behind the glass window two well-maintained, middle-aged shop owners chatting intimately as they made bread.

"My God, sometimes I really think my mom is right. I'm so lucky to be alive in this era."

One girl couldn't help but sigh. She took out her phone and waved it at the people in the shop window. Just then, the store manager, who was wearing a name tag that read "Store Manager Song Ning," looked over and stopped what she was doing with a smile.

The tall man next to him, wearing a name tag that read 'Manager Lance', also stopped what he was doing, leaned closer, and tilted his head slightly toward him.

The girl excitedly took several photos with her phone, then stared at the types of bread the two shop owners were making. She bought two of each type and left the shop humming a little tune, her body filled with a sweet aroma.

"A lot of people like to take pictures of us, which is quite strange."

Although he is over fifty years old, Song Ning only shows the traces of time at the corners of his eyes. His eyes are still as bright as stars, and his voice is clean and gentle, often making it impossible to guess his age.

Lance blinked, and in his own way, recorded this side of Song Ning deep within his database, which already contained countless bytes of memory.

"It's not surprising. You're so good-looking, they have great taste."

Song Ning couldn't help but push his waist with her elbow. The sensation from her elbow was firm yet elastic, which immediately reminded Song Ning of how someone had moved his waist so much last night that he was completely exhausted.

His already rosy cheeks turned completely red.

How can someone be so physically fit at this age, and also so good at sweet talk?

"Let's leave the rest to the robots, shall we? We'll go for a walk this afternoon too. Didn't you say you haven't had a break in a while and wanted to rest for a bit?"

Lance made a suggestion, and Song Ning nodded in agreement after only half a second of hesitation.

In the afternoon, a sign was hung at the entrance of their store that read "Manager out, special offer sold out," and many regular customers couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment.

Song Ning didn't care about their disappointment. Opening a bakery where people could have enough to eat was his little dream, but what he wanted to do most was to live happily every day with Lance.

They changed into two long trench coats, one black and one white, and the two rings on their tightly clasped hands made many people's faces show regret, but also turned into blessings.

Not far away, two young people, also holding hands and wearing the same rings, one lively and the other quiet, looked very well-matched.

In a quiet corner where few people noticed, a thin man with gray hair and bright, alert eyes, wearing a hat, leaned back on a clean bench, enjoying the long-lost breeze and noise.

A car sped past him. The car was all black and looked extremely inconspicuous. However, in the fleeting glimpse of the car window mirror, a striking face with scars couldn't hide her imposing presence. She was looking down at a record that had been mysteriously lost twenty years ago.

The record states that someone had seen several new animals in the vicinity that appeared to be keeping a mentally unstable human in captivity, who would often utter incoherent and erratic statements.

For example, saying things like, "I'm the boss, you're all my underlings," "This shouldn't be happening, I'm clearly the chosen one," and "System, system, come out here, I apologize, I was wrong"...

The woman, whose epaulets were covered in badges, skimmed through the record, her eyes flickered a few times, and then she chose to destroy it without hesitation.

She waved her hand, and the adjutant behind her moved closer.

“From now on, records like these will be destroyed on the spot. So many years have passed since the apocalypse, and we have been able to get to where we are today. Every step we have taken has been through our own steady and solid efforts. There is no need to pay too much attention to some fantastical things.”

The adjutant nodded quickly, "Yes, General Man."

When their conversation ended, the wolf sitting in the back seat of the car slightly opened its eyelids halfway, then silently lowered them again.

It was an old wolf, and it knew nothing and was unclear about anything.

All it knew was that twenty years ago, when it was on a field mission with the base, it happened to encounter a situation where the weather was a bit bad and the humans on the mission had accidentally lost a record.

As for how this record was lost, that's a human problem. How could it have been taken by this illiterate wolf?

joke.