Genius Club

Chapter 1435: Chapter 6: Memory

The bearded man looked down, smiling slightly at the small hands clasped tightly together:

"If I really go to live with you and become good friends with your father, then you’ll have to call me uncle."

"Sure, why not call you that!"

CC withdrew her pinky finger and laughed happily:

"You’ve helped me so much, even saved my family, I could even call you daddy!"

"No, no, no."

The man, as if having a reflexive reaction, waved his hands in refusal:

"That’s way too inappropriate..."

"It’s Godfather, there’s nothing inappropriate about it!" CC switched to English fluently.

On the land of Brooklyn, it’s very common and normal for children to have a Godfather, someone respectable and skilled.

She didn’t understand why VV had such a big reaction.

Actually, VV himself didn’t quite understand why he reacted so intensely, he just... felt it wasn’t right.

"Alright, alright, let’s go back inside the research facility and sleep."

The bearded man stood up, ending this abrupt conversation:

"Tomorrow we need to hurry to the Evil Tribe to fight, we have to rest well tonight."

"Mm-hmm."

Finally, the day had come. CC clenched her fists with determination, stood up from the rooftop, patted the dust off, and climbed down to the first floor along the pipe.

The man followed behind CC to the roof edge and took one last look at the starry sky.

Bright, clear, vast, and revolving.

Like a veil cast down, like snowflakes frozen in the sky.

"Huh?"

The man blinked, noticing something unusual.

Among the vast starry river... a flickering red-blue light was moving fast.

The red-blue light flashed quickly, very rhythmically, it should be some aircraft’s warning light.

"Is it a plane?"

He recalled what the little girl CC had said, mentioning that there were planes flying over Brooklyn from time to time... that must be the aircraft she mentioned.

The plane’s altitude was indeed not high, and it was still descending, probably looking for something again.

The bearded man shook his head, losing interest, and climbed down the passage to the first floor of the research facility.

...

That night.

No eating in the open air, the man slept very soundly, without waking up the entire night.

But he clearly remembered that he still didn’t have any dreams at night.

He got used to this fact.

If there are no dreams, then there aren’t any, it’s not a big deal, it doesn’t affect life, instead, it even benefits sleep quality.

After getting up the next morning, the man and CC had a delicious canned meal, packed drinking water and food, took their weapons and ammunition, and returned the way they came through the hidden passage to where the "Practical Horse" was tied.

This horse indeed knew better, eating grass obediently within the range of the reins, showing no sign of wanting to escape.

Upon seeing the bearded man and the little girl coming out, it immediately straightened up, raised its head, and stood at attention.

"Good boy, Bruce."

CC stepped forward and patted the horse’s head.

The man was stunned:

"What did you call it? How did you know its name is Bruce?"

"It’s written here."

CC walked over to the horse, jumped up, pulled down the saddle from its back, and pointed to the front part for the man to see.

Indeed.

On the metal front end, twisted English letters scratched with a knife spelled out Bruce... It should indeed be the horse’s name.

But the man didn’t know how to ride a horse and always sat in the front seat behind CC, so naturally, he couldn’t see this detail.

"Alright then, Bruce."

The man stroked the horse with an automatic rifle:

"Take us to where you came from, to the Evil Tribe’s place."

"Neigh!"

The practical horse responded accordingly!

Clip-clop, clip-clop—

The sound of hooves galloped through the forest.

CC still in the front, holding the reins; the bearded man sat behind, his hands resting on CC’s shoulders.

This way, his arms were very tired.

But there was no choice, CC was too short, he was too tall, and couldn’t hold her waist, so he could only keep his balance this way.

"Ask Bruce how far it is." The man urged.

Hahaha—

CC, who had been tense and sweating on her forehead, was suddenly amused, her fluffy ponytail bouncing wildly with the hoofbeats, laughing as she turned back:

"What are you thinking, VV! It’s just a horse, how could it possibly know, you’re overestimating it!"

"Isn’t it smart enough already?"

The man countered:

"I think it’s almost becoming a spirit."

"Neigh..."

Bruce snorted softly, then gradually slowed down and looked up at the sky.

The man and CC followed its gaze upward.

As expected...

About a kilometer away in the sky, faint smoke arose.

No need to guess, there was definitely a tribal gathering there, starting a fire.

The horse’s sense of smell was much sharper than humans, Bruce probably smelled the scent in the air early on, so it stopped in advance to avoid getting too close and being detected by the enemy.

This was really considerate.

The man and CC were astonished by Bruce’s meticulous thoughts, it truly was an excellent horse, a hero in chaotic times.

"For the remaining distance, let’s walk slowly."

The man jumped off the horse first, turned around to help CC down, and then began distributing weapons and ammunition:

"These magazines are all loaded, you keep them at your waist, and take this pistol."

He stuffed the 4 magazines and a box of bullets into a cloth bag, handed it to CC, then passed over a black pistol:

"If something unexpected happens later, if we run out of bullets, then fall back, retreat to a safe place, like behind me, or just run away... until we reload the ammunition, then we’ll charge back in."