The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 49

49: The Escape

The makeshift prison cell resembled a repurposed laboratory—sterile, cold, and claustrophobic. Kang Kang had thoughtfully provided a narrow bed (barely 1.2 meters wide) while removing all other furniture, leaving only a flimsy folding table and two backless stools that promised spinal discomfort within minutes.

Zhou Lan and Chu Zhao sat at opposite edges of the bed, the silence between them stretching like the empty white walls.

Checking her phone, 12:17 PM with no signal—Zhou Lan sighed. They couldn’t very well nap together at midday. Not without sending unintended signals.

The air hummed with their synchronized breathing until Zhou Lan broke the silence: “You knew about this place?”

Chu Zhao’s earlier identification of the facility suggested prior investigation.

“Zhou Corp’s crown jewel,” Chu Zhao confirmed, voice low. “Where they developed their signature suppressants. Also their greatest vulnerability.”

Human trials. The phrase curdled Zhou Lan’s stomach. In her original world, such practices belonged to history’s darkest chapters. Here, they operated behind factory walls with impunity.

“Why must people be ranked by bl00d?” Zhou Lan muttered, a sudden wave of homesickness crashing over her. She missed her world’s relative order, its cafes where she could lose hours composing melodies, and the uncomplicated solitude of her studio. This universe’s casual cruelty exhausted her.

Chu Zhao, perceptive to the shift in mood, surprised them both by softening her tone. “I have blueprints.”

Her phone displayed detailed schematics—multiple escape routes marked, the nearest exit just three minutes away if they could bypass their glass prison.

Their opportunity came unexpectedly when Chu Zhao doubled over, retching into the wastebasket.

“Help! Someone!” Zhou Lan’s shouts went unanswered until she smashed a chair against the bulletproof door, triggering security alarms.

The guard who rushed in never saw the stool coming. Zhou Lan’s swing—channeling all her Alpha strength—dropped him instantly.

“Is he still alive?” Chu Zhao asked weakly, impressed despite herself.

“Just napping.” Zhou Lan checked his pulse, then hauled Chu Zhao upright. “Let’s move.”

They fled through labyrinthine corridors, Chu Zhao navigating from memory. Right turns. Service elevators. Emergency stairwells.

Outside, the afternoon sun revealed an unexpected sight: police vehicles swarming the compound. Their taxi driver’s report had mobilized authorities, the impending investigation team making every officer hyper-vigilant.

Zhou Lan didn’t know it then, but their escape would expose Zhou Corp’s darkest secret faster than any whistleblower.

When Chu Zhao faltered near the highway, Zhou Lan didn’t hesitate. “I’ll carry you.”

The princess lift made Chu Zhao stiffen, but a warning glance silenced protests. Zhou Lan’s arms—stronger than she’d realized—cradled Chu Zhao effortlessly as they put distance between themselves and the facility.

For twenty minutes, Zhou Lan marched along the shoulder, her cargo barely stirring. Only when roadside gravel gave way to proper pavement did she set Chu Zhao down, discreetly flexing numb fingers.

No way she’d admit the strain. Not when Chu Zhao finally looked at her without walls.