Night fell, but the sky was still billowing with light, and the iron whales were swimming around the Dunling Pagoda as if they were hunting prey, shining the light on it, illuminating the charred wreckage, leaving no shadow to hide.
The battle is over, but there are still things to deal with, like these collapsed buildings, the remaining erosion...
This time, even if people didn't want to pay attention, they couldn't. The Dunling Pagoda was like a raging fire, becoming a beacon above the city.
The elevator reached its end, and as the dark side opened, Watson walked out of the dark stairs and into the light of the dome.
There are not only obvious outposts in Old Dunling, but also many secret outposts manned by scavengers. These outposts are usually silent, disguised as abandoned residential buildings, waiting to be demolished and renovated.
Thanks to the influence of the anti-meme, these buildings did not attract the attention of the citizens. Even if they noticed it slightly, they would only sigh at the bloated municipal planning and that they had been abandoned for so long and had not yet been rebuilt.
The Purge Agency was also unaware of the existence of these secret outposts. Their interiors had been transformed into similar strongholds, with vertical elevators directly reaching the Land of Sorrow, which could transport a large number of soldiers to the ground in a short period of time.
Now that the scavengers have completely hidden themselves, this invisible force is spreading wildly in Old Dunling. There are far more antimemetic weapons than the Purge Agency can recognize, and they are now deployed all over every street.
"After the antimemetic weapon is detonated, it will only kill and corrode, and make the unfortunate citizens forget something. It will not destroy buildings or damage the human body... This kind of weapon is really interesting. Is it a clean weapon?"
Joey lifted the heavy box and worked on it with Robin.
Inside the secret sentry post, the scavengers were moving silently. They could see tall UFOs parked on the first floor. They were sent to the ground by elevators and then covered with black cloth, ready to go in the shadows.
You can see anonymous people hanging around, and what’s familiar is that they are all wearing the same clothes.
"So these people are... Mr. Cai?" Robin asked with some confusion.
"Well, they call themselves Cai Gong. Compared to their names, this seems to be a unified title. As for their original names, who knows?" Joey replied.
"Like a street cleaner who cleans up the traps?" The robin said to himself, "The Cai Gong of the Jiuxia Anonymous..."
For some reason, the robin suddenly felt that these scavengers were very similar to Mr. Cai, but he couldn't tell exactly how.
"What are they going to do?" asked the robin again.
These Cai Gongs picked up their weapons, put on gray-black raincoats, and then walked out of the secret sentry post and moved forward with the pedestrians on the street. The strange thing was that the pedestrians seemed to be unaware of the existence of Cai Gongs. Soon, these people diluted in the street and disappeared.
They are protected by extremely strong anti-memes, so much so that their own information is blocked on a large scale, which results in their presence becoming extremely weak, and few people can keep their eyes on them.
"I don't know. You know the regulations. If we don't know, it means we shouldn't know."