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Chapter 424

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Another ten days passed, when suddenly a news bulletin interrupted the evening broadcast:

“Due to experimental requirements, and with approval, from 0:00 to 24:00 on July 16, the Tongtian Avenue section in Tonghua District, Jingcheng, will be under airspace control and traffic diversion.”

“Residents in the controlled zone need not panic; please continue your normal lives.”

“After the control period, those with local identification may claim twenty kilograms of Jiushan No. 2 rice, or its equivalent value in cash.”

This

“Jin Changyong, you’ve gone too far!” Fang Yiai’s expression twisted with suppressed rage; he trembled as he pointed a shaking finger at the middle-aged man.

Yin Feng stood ready, while Bu Tian’s body radiated black qi—clearly about to strike. Yin Feng narrowed his eyes and did not attack first; this was his first life-or-death clash with an outsider disciple, and one from Shangqing Miaoling Sect, one of the Three Upper Sects of the Righteous Path—this made him intensely curious about the opponent’s cultivation method and martial techniques.

Li Jing walked ahead, and as they neared the gate, he pulled a token from his robe and waved it before the guards.

But the Longcheng army, being a regular force forged in the fires of the apocalypse, quickly recovered from initial chaos and launched effective ambushes, holding their lines and fighting to the death.

Bai Yi had already, during the chaotic exit from the SUV, neatly packed away all its contents, leaving only a few trivial items to fill four bags—one for each of the four.

Su Yi remained unmoved, charging forward, reviving his spirit once more, firing another burst from his rifle; the crimson light flared again, incinerating every thread of the net surrounding it, leaving the net pierced by another hole.

Zi Feng had intended to dismiss Jin Wuke so she could speak privately with Zi Huang, but Zi Huang collapsed onto the bed the moment he arrived and snored like a dead pig.

“Su Su, don’t stare at the crystal too long—your soul strength isn’t strong enough yet.” Su Lingshan gently warned as Su Su drew near; though her younger sister constantly compared herself to her, that didn’t lessen Su Lingshan’s affection for her.

Strange mummies, the sea of insects behind them, countless threats of death before them—forcing everyone to run.

Chen Yuan thought of this, pulled out his medicinal spade, and widened the area where the blood seeped; the blood now poured down in a stream, yet was instantly absorbed by the roots, leaving not a drop behind.

Finally, the troops received training. Especially during this Northwest Campaign, most newly formed units participated in combat, and their performance was quite satisfactory.

The round-bellied giant’s ears rang deafeningly; his steps wobbled, unsteady. His arms flailed uselessly, trying to plug his bleeding ear canals. Rol, crouched behind the giant’s neck, quickly rolled off and stared in shock at his now-unbalanced companion.

Zhen Bai’s melancholy mirrored Qiao Hai’s disappointment, though Qiao Hai failed to notice it.

Ye Hen was now locked in combat with a Level-3 zombie bear; he truly wanted to deploy his battle vehicle, but knew the timing wasn’t right—he’d have to wait until he better understood General Qingmu’s character.

“If you pass the test, you must obey him absolutely, recognize him as your master, and serve him wholeheartedly without the slightest transgression.” Mo Yan finally stated his final condition.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than every reporter’s heart leapt—this was a brilliant idea. You Josh and the Horn Report get the meat; you can’t deny us even a sip of broth. They immediately crowded around, offering all manner of conditions if Josh agreed to a joint interview.

After following Jack Rui ’s instructions, Ling Yong discovered a new presence in his mind—the shape of a space watch. Inside, a message indicated 200 Apocalypse Points stored.

“Frontline fleet, report your intentions.” As Liu Che communicated with his command staff, a voice crackled over the comm—no doubt from the guard fleet of their target territory.

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