Chapter 636: Twin Star City

The vehicle body shook.

Zhang Tie, the driver, suddenly said:

"Boss, we should be entering the Twin Star Alert Zone."

"There are tire-puncture devices on the road."

Lin An nodded, indicating he had also sensed the situation ahead about 500 meters.

It was quiet.

Faintly, the white light of searchlights could be seen sweeping back and forth.

The further forward we went, the more bomb craters pockmarked the ground.

Burnt-out eaves and broken walls were visible everywhere.

Large numbers of corpses with blown-out heads piled up on both sides of the road, surrounded by black flies.

In the distance, stone pillars with crossbars could be seen in the middle of the road.

Further still lay an industrial zone hidden in the darkness.

Relying on his enhanced mental power, Lin An simply condensed his perception into a line and probed directly ahead.

The city wall...

Heavy weapon emplacements.

Helicopters patrolled... soldiers shouldering individual rockets.

In one direction there were hundreds of armored vehicles, with large numbers of people moving about on the city wall.

It looked quite formidable.

"Keep going forward."

"If we encounter interception, just show a bit of strength."

Didn't think much of it.

After casually giving Xiong Hanzi a few instructions, Lin An withdrew his mental power, closed his eyes, and began to consider his next plan.

Judging by the current situation, the Twin Star Base has actually developed quite well.

A rough scan showed that the Judgment Eye reported there were millions of survivors here.

It is estimated that over one-third of the survivors in the Fushan war zone are gathered here.

The ratio of Awakened Ones even reached 25 to 1.

A very exaggerated ratio.

Either too many survivors have died, or there were originally more ordinary people here.

Or perhaps...

An elite troop policy.

The direction we and others are entering belongs to a remote industrial area to the northwest.

Meanwhile, to the southeast of the Twin Star Base, continuous bombardment could be heard.

Obviously, the Twin Star Group is resisting the corpse tide impacting the city and coastal areas.

Hmm.

Should we loot their Safety Tokens, or the spirit-energy nodes?

While thinking, Lin An habitually tapped his fingertips, rehearsing the upcoming situation.

Safety Token...

After looting it, this Safe Zone would likely collapse.

If later I wanted to take Fushan, or even the entire Korean war zone...

Doing so would only add trouble for myself.

Only when people are gathered together is it convenient to 'harvest'.

Spirit-energy nodes cannot be stored for long; even if looted, they cannot be taken back.

After thinking it over, Lin An decided that simply harvesting a batch of supplies would suffice.

Equipment, props, spirit-energy fruits.

Like chives, you just need to cut them; there's no need to pull them out by the roots.

Of course, he also had considerable interest in the body modification technology here.

Unbeknownst to Lin An, his mindset had undergone a huge change.

In less than half a year, he had already regarded an entire war zone, even a whole country, as his own backyard.

The off-road vehicle began to slow down.

After encountering several consecutive waves of sentry soldiers and checkpoint inspections, we officially entered the outer city area of the Twin Star Base.

Defensive facilities constructed overnight were visible everywhere.

Even in the middle of the night, on the road into the city one could still see a long line of survivors.

Glaring searchlights above the city entrance swept back and forth over the queued survivors.

Without regard for the excessively high brightness, many people had tears in their eyes and could not keep them open from the irritation.

Every three meters on the city wall, loudspeakers repeated the warning broadcast, while hundreds of soldiers in army combat uniforms loudly shouted at the queued crowd.

"Take off your clothes!"

"No weapons allowed inside the city! Hand them all over!"

"Violators who refuse entry will be denied, and those who rush the checkpoint will be shot on the spot!"

Three consecutive entry checkpoints screened for infection to the greatest extent possible.

Unlike the soldiers wearing military uniforms.

The rear of the squad responsible for inspection, about thirty Awakened Ones dressed in various clothing vigilantly scanned the surroundings.

At the very front of the line to enter the city was a squad of Survivors.

His complexion was fatigued, he dragged a woven bag in his hand, looking like a scavenger.

"Take off all clothing for inspection! Don't you understand human speech?!"

The sentry officer responsible for inspection, his face full of Impatience, pointed his gun at the woman undergoing inspection and shouted loudly.

I don't know if it's been too long in line, but I'm utterly exhausted.

The woman in a dirty uniform had her mouth slightly slack, her face so dirty it was about to crust, her eyes dull.

"I... I've taken it off... I've taken it all off..."

"I... I'm not injured..."

He stammered.

The woman wearing only old underwear struggled to explain her past; she seemed to have been a bank clerk before the Apocalypse.

The cold wind's stimulation let her regain some clarity.

"Bang!"

The sentry officer smashed the gun butt hard into her, without hesitation letting the soldiers drag her aside like a dead dog.

"Next!"

"Get her out of here!"

"No, don't... please... give me one more chance!"

Only then, the woman dragged aside realized how grave her mistake was.

She panicked, struggled to her feet, and looked to her companions for help.

But she saw only numbness in everyone's eyes.

The sentry officer saw this, his face expressionless; he'd seen this kind of thing many times.

He simply looked toward the team behind him, signaling the next one to come forward for inspection.

Such brutality, giving no second chance at all, did not provoke resentment from the team behind.

On the contrary, many Survivors couldn't help cursing the woman in disgust:

"Ah shit! Don't you know the rules yet?! Old woman, you're wasting our time!!!"

Not knowing how long they'd been queuing, all they wanted now was to enter the city.

The woman dragged away by her hair lay on her back on the ground, her palm grinding a bloody line into the gravel.

Only after realizing she'd been denied entry to the city did she come to her senses.

At a loss, she glanced helplessly at her companions and couldn't help but sob softly.

But the Survivors who had fled here with her merely gave her a reluctant glance, and no one was willing to speak up for her.

Instead, the man in second place quickly stripped off all his clothing upon hearing the order.

He bent at the waist, arched his body into a turning circle, indicating he was uninjured.

"Superior Officer, I have no wounds—I'm in perfect health!"

Under the searchlight, he looked at this moment like a ridiculous monkey.

No one paid attention.

After the Apocalypse, no one cares about this bit of dignity anymore.

After receiving the sentry officer's confirmation, the man eagerly snatched up his clothes from the ground, nodding and bowing.

He completely forgot that, before the Apocalypse, he had been the boss of a listed company.

On the off-road vehicle, Zhang Tie watched the scene before him, his mood not good.

At the first checkpoint, Lin An had him directly display his 2 Fourth Rank strength.

Therefore, they didn't even need to get out of the vehicle.

"Damn it, can't they just do the inspection in a small room?"

"They really don't treat people as people."

Perhaps because of the woman's example, the Survivors queuing ahead simply took off their clothes in advance.

Under the bright searchlight, large groups of naked humans waited for inspection, hanging like livestock in a factory.

Among them were many young, beautiful female students.

But covered in dirt, with hair nearly matted, no Survivor cared about these things.

They just wanted to get into the city as soon as possible.