My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 378 - 367: Just Rob Openly (Big - )_2

Chapter 378 -367: Just Rob Openly (Big Chapter)_2

Upon reaching Green Shadow, there were still several screenings to go through; not all of these people were necessarily top talents in the rune field.

But, out of twenty or thirty people, a few stood out and became Rune Masters, the probability was quite high.

“So I’m preparing to contact the Guardian Corps to have them send out Rhino Chariots to pick these people up.”

“Rhino Chariot? Is that the kind that weighs dozens of tons, like a steel beast armored car?”

Hai Honghui’s rank was high enough that he understood quite a bit of the secrecy of Green Shadow, knowing that his own Sanctuary had two types of the most excellent battle vehicles.

The Floating Chariot and the Rhino Chariot.

Relatively speaking, the Rhino Chariot was a notch below the Floating Chariot but was more massive, like a hybrid of a tank and an armored transport, taking into account both combat capabilities and passenger capacity.

It was said that the Guardian Corps had no more than ten Rhino Chariots.

“If you can persuade them to dispatch a Rhino Chariot, then we’re set.”

…

The next day.

Lan Qingya gathered a few Intelligence Department personnel, along with two Municipal Department workers responsible for organizing and maintaining order, leading twenty or thirty survivors out of the bar one after another.

With their strength restored, the survivors no longer shuffled along hesitantly and took about fifteen minutes to reach the main road where two vehicles could run side by side.

It was also the only road in the slum area.

A decrepit bus with rust spots parked beside the road. Hai Honghui jumped down from it.

“Don’t mind the shabbiness of this bus. These days, it’s not easy to find a large vehicle that doesn’t draw attention. At least it can take you to the North Gate without any issues.”

As he spoke, he patted the bus shell, and rust flakes fell down in a shower. The bus wobbled as if it could fall apart at any moment.

Hai Honghui: “…”

…

Survivors like Tang Wenliang boarded the bus one by one and obediently found seats.

Hai Honghui acted as the driver, and Lan Qingya sat in the front row. Accompanied by several weak ‘putt-putt’ sounds, the bus finally started up, shaking and trembling as it drove along the not-so-spacious road.

Carefully avoiding pedestrians and occasionally giving way to other vehicles that passed by, most of which were reinforced with welded rams and armor. The bus also had rings of welded iron bars, which weren’t particularly conspicuous.

But it drove unevenly, as if lacking horsepower, making people worry how long this rust-streaked bus would hold up.

Lan Qingya had originally wanted the survivors to walk to the North Gate, but the Sanctuary of Nanqing was no small place, covering a distance of two or three kilometers from the slum area to the North Gate.

These survivors were slow on foot, and scattering them would still easily draw the attention of others.

Thoughts flying around,

In an instant, the bus had arrived at the city gate, where Hai Honghui took out a Merchant Association certificate. Moments later, without any hindrance, the bus left the Sanctuary of Nanqing.

Outside the city walls of Nanqing, numerous crops were planted, but they were often ravaged by Demonized Beasts, mostly ruined, with the few remaining looking sickly and underdeveloped.

With a meager harvest, Nanqing still had to regularly buy food from Green Shadow.

It wasn’t the morning rush hour for leaving the city, yet many weapon-bearing Awakeners emerged energetically from the Sanctuary, battling Demonized Beasts to earn Source Crystals, which then allowed them to live luxuriously for days on end.

Compared to these Awakeners, the survivors living in the slums seemed to dwell in another world.

These people on the bus may not have stepped outside the towering city walls for a long time; many survivors who once scavenged for a living found their jobs disappearing as the surroundings were repeatedly scoured and explored.

The wilderness outside, with ancient trees touching the sky and grass taller than a person, along with the cold wind, felt alien to the survivors.

The bus trundled along, the uneven road causing the vehicle to jolt repeatedly.

After leaving the main road and driving for a few more minutes, the signs of other Awakeners faded into the distance.

“Let’s stop here; the folks from the Guardian Corps will receive the coordinates as soon as they are near.”

Lan Qingya activated a beacon, and an undetectable wave spread out from the pale red block in her hand.

Hai Honghui nodded.

Unable to stand the bus’s stuffy air any longer, he hopped off, his desire for a cup of coffee itching, yet he found no materials at hand to satisfy his craving.

“Next time I go out, I must always carry some with me.”

He muttered to himself, leaning against the bus door, his languid posture suddenly straightened, his gaze sharpened towards the trees far ahead.

The mixed scents of Awakeners appeared in his Perception.

A group of Awakeners, uniformed in Standard Combat Uniforms with weapons on their waists and firearms in hand, emerged from the woods and surrounded the bus in an instant.

At the forefront, a young man with three red lines drawn on the arm of his Combat Uniform stepped forward and shouted, “We are from the Nanqing Guard Team; we suspect you to be cult members. Everyone off the bus for inspection!”

A stir arose among the survivors on the bus.

They recognized these uniforms, representing the authority of the Sanctuary of Nanqing, and even Awakeners bowed their heads before those clad in official attire.

People from the slum area, unfamiliar with the world of Awakeners, only felt fear— the innate fear the lower classes held toward those with the power over life and death. Under the Guard Team youth’s command, some instinctively stood up, ready to disembark and submit to inspection.

Tang Wenliang glanced at the few individuals on the bus who were probably also Awakeners, and then at the surrounding Guard Team members who had already brandished their weapons, and he managed to maintain his composure.