Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 336 - 139: Codename C35, Fighting Poison With Poison! (Part 2)

Chapter 336: Chapter 139: Codename C35, Fighting Poison With Poison! (Part 2)

Their exchange was initially lost on Wang Kang, but as the vehicle neared the station and the night outside grew darker, he began to piece things together.

Boom.

Suddenly, lightning tore through the clouds, followed closely by rolling thunder, causing a jolt in his heart.

Large raindrops started to hit the car window, making a loud tapping noise.

"Brother Cheng." Wang Kang’s voice was a bit tense.

"Hmm?"

"Should we stay alert tonight?"

"Don’t worry." Cheng Ye chuckled, "If it really comes to that, being alert won’t help you escape. The Happiness Defense Line isn’t that easy to breach, and... it won’t come to that."

"Alright."

Wang Kang replied, but despite his words, his tense side profile suggested he wasn’t going to sleep well tonight.

Sometimes, knowing too much is a burden.

Knowing too little, is another form of torment.

Back in the room, Cheng Ye locked the security door, turned, and fetched a raincoat from the closet, hanging it on the coat rack by the door.

Just as he did, an orange flame shot out from a blind spot, flapping its wings and diving into the raincoat pocket, pecking at the fabric with its sharp beak.

"Stop causing trouble." Cheng Ye laughed, reaching out to grab it, "You’re already this mischievous as a fledgling, what will you do when you grow up, tear down the house?"

Three days had passed, and Flame was growing at an astonishing rate.

Whether it was the quality of the firewood he fed it or due to its extraordinary nature, the little creature had grown to the size of a sparrow, covered with fine down, barely managing short-distance flights.

Once placed on the bed, it immediately curled up into a fluffy ball, tilting its head adorably, making Cheng Ye shake his head.

After confirming the raincoat had no tears, Cheng Ye bent down to pull two large waterproof backpacks and a heavy waterproof suitcase from under the bed.

These had all been secretly sourced by Long from the second-hand market.

He opened the first backpack and began sorting the gear he’d collected from the inspection station over the past few days:

Survival tools like a compass, waterproof flint, and a multi-functional entrenching shovel were grouped together.

The city map, information on power distribution, and secret contact codes for each Shelter City were sealed separately in bags.

Several packs of emergency gauze and disinfectant, along with a packet of medicines, were stuffed into the side pocket of the backpack.

The other backpack was filled with nutrient paste.

Yellow, blue, and black bags were neatly packed in, the zipper straining halfway up due to the sheer volume.

Finally, opening the waterproof suitcase, Cheng Ye carefully placed the previously laminated books inside.

Especially those related to the Extraordinary, which he hadn’t yet read, were carefully placed at the bottom.

Deep down, Cheng Ye knew that, tonight, even if the sky fell, he wouldn’t step outside the door.

No matter the chaos and carnage outside, witnessing it wouldn’t change anything.

As he reassured Wang Kang, the defense line of Happiness City was not easily breached.

But despite how he reassured himself, his mind always circled back to the scenes captured by his drone and the details of his encounter with Zhang Can.

And in the nights under the Firewood’s shadow, the dark void of Satellite City C35.

By the time he finished organizing, the rain outside had turned into a heavy downpour, hitting the glass with a rapid tapping noise, like countless hands urgently knocking.

Cheng Ye walked to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to peer outside.

The streets in the Buffer Zone were deserted, only the streetlights created blurry halos in the rain, casting a cold glow on the wet pavement.

From a distance, intermittent noise could be vaguely heard from the direction of the Central Inspection Station, like the rain had choked it, leaving it indistinct.

Was it combat? Chaos? Or something else?

All smashed to pieces by the pouring rain, scattered in the wind!

After a moment, Cheng Ye withdrew his gaze, turned to push the two backpacks and the suitcase back under the bed, then adjusted the raincoat on the rack to ensure it was within easy reach.

Flame on the bed had fallen asleep at some point, its tiny chest lightly rising and falling, occasionally flashing a faint red glow between its down feathers.

Cheng Ye gently covered it with a small piece of cloth, then turned off the light.

In the darkness, a blue panel slowly lit up, its charging value in the upper right corner remained at a healthy 87%.

With a thought, the interface switched to the personal information page:

[Collector: Cheng Ye]

[Current Rank: Level 2 Newcomer (17.6/100)]

[Life Level: 1]

[Skills: Heart-Protecting Fire, Wild Grass Physique, Tiger Power, Moving Shooting]

[Ability]: Scorching Eagle Coexistence State

[Not yet unlocked...]

[Evaluation: Excavating life levels...]

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Over the past week, Dragon Power had been completely mastered and was running smoothly.

Meanwhile, Tiger Power had been acquired yesterday from Miao Yang, immediately advancing his learning progress.

Perhaps due to mastering Dragon Power first, Cheng Ye’s perception indicated that Tiger Power might only need about ten days, possibly less, to be ingrained into his muscle memory.

This pace was ten times faster than those deemed geniuses, who took three to five months to skillfully master.

"Always comforting others, but tonight... I probably won’t sleep well either."

Cheng Ye lay on the bed, listening to the continuous thunder outside, with occasional lightning breaking the night and illuminating the room as if it were daylight.

Amidst the haze, he suddenly felt a faint sense of happiness.

Perhaps outside the Buffer Zone had already fallen into chaos, perhaps countless people were fleeing through the storm, striving with all their might for survival.

Perhaps those hidden in the darkness were emerging, revealing their fangs.