The first step in the plan is to operate a waste incineration station.
Finish.
The second step in the plan is to get a truck.
Finish.
The third step of the plan is to enter the old city.
In progress.
Wu Chan set out on the morning of September 17th. After two hours of bumping along the forest and mountain roads, the armored truck finally hit the highway.
The highway is one of the important relics of pre-disaster civilization. They are connected to the old city, like a giant octopus fossil embedded in the surface of the earth, with tentacles snaking out in all directions.
Due to lack of maintenance, the road surface has collapsed in many places. Weeds as tall as a person have been crushed by the resource recovery team's convoy, covering the color of the cement. Wu Chan believes that in less than a week, these weeds will hold their heads high again, growing taller, denser, and more wildly and freely.
—Since humans were driven out of the old city, nature seems to have suddenly regained its vitality, and everything has become full of vitality.
Driving carefully all the way, Wu Chan arrived at the toll station when the sun was high. In the pre-disaster world, every vehicle had to pay to pass a toll booth. And this tradition is preserved in the post-disaster world. The place that was almost destroyed by zombies was like a ruin. The city hall sent people to repair it and built a small watchtower out of rusty scrap steel, equipped with several machine guns and a yellow barrier pole.
This is the very end of City Hall’s power. There are only three people in the building. They drive to the toll station before dawn every day. They have to drive back to the city as soon as the sun goes down. If you move slowly, you may be torn apart by zombies that attack at night. The toll booth is the most dangerous position in the entire new city. High salary alone cannot hire anyone, so these three people are all criminals who have committed serious crimes and do not want to become exiles.
The job of the toll station is to register vehicles heading to the old city. If the resource recovery team's vehicles are not registered, the price of all goods sold after returning to the city will be greatly reduced, and some goods may even be rejected by the city hall.
A bald man with a sinister eyebrow tapped the window of the armored truck with a pencil, impatiently motioning to the driver to get out.
Wu Chan rolled down the window and looked down at the bald man.
The bald man was startled by those cold and sharp eyes, and instantly his heart lit up with fire. How many well-known resource recovery teams have to send someone to speak politely to him when passing through customs? It is a must rule to have a good cigarette. The resource recovery team in front of me is obviously just starting out. It even has only one truck. Why are you so crazy
Baldhead was about to make things difficult for Wu Chan, but he was pulled away from behind by a tall man.
This tall man is the leader of the three, and he is quite discerning. Although there is only one truck, the layer of armor welded to the outer wall is not something that ordinary people can get.
The tall man took the registration board from the bald man's hand.
"What's the team name?" he asked, looking up at the cab.
"I'm not a resource recovery team, I'm a personal treasure hunter," Wu Chan said.
The tall man was silent for a moment.
The old city is the evil's lair and an extremely dangerous place, but the old resources left over from pre-disaster civilization have attracted countless treasure hunters who dream of getting rich. The tall man has seen many personal treasure hunters, but this is the first time he has seen one driving such a high-end truck.
Individual treasure hunters do not need to register their names because no one will go to the Old City to collect their bodies.
The tall man took out a small iron plate and handed it to Wu Chan.
Wu Chan took a look and saw that the iron plate was engraved with: D067-1190.
"This is your registration plate. Give it to the city hall and they will take back your goods. If you can come back alive." The tall man raised his hand and said, "Let it go."
Baldy shook the winch and raised the yellow gate pole. Wu Chan rolled down the window and drove through.
When the armored truck drove away, the bald man licked his lips and said with a evil smile: "Boss, I'll make a bet with you. This kid will definitely die. People who are too crazy will not live long in the old city."
"No gambling," the tall man said.
"It's just a pack of cigarettes, no money," said the bald man.
"Then I'll bet ten bags that he will come back alive." The tall man said.
The armored truck continued to drive along the road. Strictly speaking, he had entered the old city. However, because it is too close to the new city, all kinds of resources and equipment have been evacuated early.
On the roadside are high-rise buildings that have been blown apart one after another. Now the outer walls are covered with vines, like a moss-covered stone giant.
Various data show that humans in the pre-disaster world were very good at building high-rise buildings. High-rise buildings hundreds of meters and thousands of meters high could be built at any time. However, cities with more high-rise buildings were destroyed faster. The corrupt fungi in the poisonous rain of the eternal night have a habit of settling in high places, and then multiply into huge creatures and spread from high to low.
After the disaster, humans conducted many tests and concluded that anything over 120 meters would attract corrupting bacteria, so no new city would build buildings over 120 meters. The resource recovery team blew up half of the high-rise buildings in the old city, which could not only recover stones and steel bars, but also reduce the scope of the miasma.
The car drove past row after row of broken buildings, the night gradually darkened, and zombies were gathering deep in the old city.
Wu Chan could feel abnormal vibrations coming from the ground while sitting in the car. In the forest on the side, a group of wild deer were running away in panic.
Than killing zombies.
This group of wild deer aroused Wu Chan's interest even more.
After all, if you want to kill zombies, you can do it by staying at the waste incineration station every night.
And he hadn't eaten game for a long time.
There was still plenty of time before complete darkness, so Wu Chan turned the steering wheel and drove after him.
The herd of wild deer spotted the roaring steel beast behind them from a distance, and ran faster. Unexpectedly, dozens of stone spikes suddenly protruded from their feet.
The unexpected situation caused Wu Chan to slow down his driving speed.
Dozens of four- to five-meter-long stone thorns strung the deer carcasses high up, and the bright car lights shone on them.
Three pickup trucks with their high-beam lights on drove out from different directions and lined up directly in front of Wu Chan. The sound of their engines on standby was like the roar of wild beasts in demonstration.
Obviously, this is a resource recovery team.
Wu Chan's car was well-stocked, and he was just chasing the wild deer on a whim, with no intention of snatching food from anyone.
But he can't reverse now, because that will be seen as showing cowardice, turning his opponent into a prey, and the people on the opposite side will attack him.
The two sides faced off for half a minute.
The pickup truck on the other side turned off its high beams.
Only then could Wu Chan see clearly that there were four or five people in each pickup truck, from the cab to the bed.
A man stood on the carriage and shook his arm, and the roots of the stone thorns that had pierced the deer broke. Manipulating stone thorns should be this person's ability.
Three people got out of the pickup truck, lifted the deer carcasses into a pile, and then threw a small deer in Wu Chan's direction.
It seems they don't think about the conflict either.
Just as Wu Chan was thinking this, the butt of the armored truck suddenly raised up, as if a naughty boy was about to overturn his toy car.
Wu Chan immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the armored truck roared out!
A stone wall instantly rose up in front of the car.
There was a bang.
The stone wall was hit by a car.
Then, Wu Chan saw a huge fireball coming towards him and hitting the windshield!
The fire obscured Wu Chan's world, and he was fooled.
The high-beam headlights were cover, and throwing the deer as a sign of friendship was deception. They had already taken the opportunity to prepare an ambush.
This resource recovery team wants to kill people and steal cars!