Chapter 430, Outpost No. 339

Yun Zhao said goodbye to his teammates and reluctantly got into the car.

No one was too sad, assuming the two would return to base soon.

A small military off-road vehicle, fully loaded with supplies, gradually drove out of the camp and disappeared into the vast night.

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The temporary camp is located in the northeast of the old town and county.

It is only 70 kilometers away from Nanjing.

The search route that Yun Zhao drew included various large and small refuge camps along the way, as well as the area surrounding the No. 320 contaminated zone.

As originally planned.

The two entered Jiangsu from Nanjing and first searched through the refugee camps there.

Then they traveled through Henan and Hubei provinces to search for places where there were survivors along the way, and finally returned to Dawn Base.

The route is long and will take at least two or three months.

But after talking with Han Dadao...

Yun Zhao's thoughts changed slightly.

According to the two gatekeepers' description of his father, he didn't seem like someone who could endure hardship in a backward refuge.

But since we're already out here, I feel a little unwilling not to go see her.

She even wondered what if her father also lost his memory.

Or perhaps he's too old, his abilities have declined, and he's trapped somewhere... which is why he hasn't come to find her.

As Yun Zhao pondered these thoughts, he lay down in the passenger seat and drifted off to sleep.

The little bluebird nestled in her arms, closing its eyes to rest.

The temperature inside the car is a bit low.

Fearing she would catch a cold, Xie Tu quietly covered her with a thin blanket and drove through the night to the nearest sentry post.

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I don't know how much time passed.

Yun Zhao was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

She slightly opened her eyes and found that the sky outside the car window was still hazy and it was not yet dawn.

The view outside the window was shocking.

The distant ruins, faintly visible in the moonlight, resembled giants forgotten by time, standing silently on the desolate land.

Gunshots rang out again, followed by Xie Tu's voice.

Did I wake you up?

Yun Zhao shook his head, got up and adjusted his chair.

The driver's side window had been opened at some point, and wisps of warm air seeped into the car.

Xie Tu held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand was out of the window, holding a gun with a faint smoke rising from the muzzle.

His gaze was fixed on the outside of the car, his expression cold and focused.

Following his gaze, Yun Zhao saw a mutated corpse lying on the ground not far away.

It was a huge monster with twisted and deformed limbs and its head split into several pieces, revealing ferocious teeth and slime inside.

Its body was still twitching slightly, clearly indicating that it had just been killed by Xie Tu.

"Just a little more patience, we'll reach outpost number 339 in half an hour."

Xie Tu closed the car window again. "The two nearest refuge camps are not far from the outpost. Let's go to the outpost to rest first."

Yun Zhao nodded, lifted the blanket, and handed him a bottle of water: "Are you tired?"

She had slept for several hours.

He drove all night and hasn't rested since.

Xie Tu put away his gun, gestured for her to bring the water to his lips, and replied softly, "Not tired."

Yun Zhao then moved closer, opened the cap of the mineral water bottle, and fed him the water.

He seemed to enjoy it, deliberately bowing his head to cooperate.

The car drove over the mutated creature's corpse, crunching over gravel and weeds with a soft rustling sound.

During this time, the communicators on their wrists began to vibrate incessantly.

"Is there a signal?"

Yun Zhao looked down at the communicator on his wrist, where a faint signal indicator was flashing on the screen.

Xie Tu, worried about spilling the water, reached out and took the mineral water bottle. "Well, the signal started appearing an hour ago. Some information is delayed, so it's a little slow to arrive."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhao sat down in the passenger seat and turned on the communicator.

The time is 5 a.m.

She quickly glanced at the contents.

It is the latest data sent by the base to various locations where missions are being carried out.

Yun Zhao glanced at it twice and then opened the Sentinel Forum.

front page.

A major news story has gone viral!

The numerous posts all tell the same story.

The newly awakened Sentinel at the Hope Base is classified as S-rank!

When Yun Zhao saw the message, her pupils widened slightly, her face filled with shock. She quickly handed over the communicator, "Look, a new S-class Sentinel has appeared!"

Xie Tu glanced down at the screen and said, "Yeah, I logged into the forum while you were sleeping."

The implication is that he had already received the news.

Yun Zhao flipped through the posts and asked curiously, "What is this person's spiritual body?"

Xie Tu: "It is said to be a Bixi."

Yun Zhao didn't quite understand: "What is a Bixi?"

Xie Tu: "It looks like a turtle."

Yun Zhao: "..."

"Will we go on missions together in the future?" Yun Zhao asked.

She was somewhat curious about the newly awakened S-class Sentinel.

Xie Tu looked ahead at the road and said, "It's still early. S-level sentinels need to undergo more rigorous training before they can lead their teams into the contaminated zone."

Hopefully, the base previously lost an S-class soldier.

We will likely be even more cautious with this person and will not easily assign him high-risk missions before his abilities are fully unleashed.

"Overall, it's a good thing. The more capable people there are, the more hope there is for this world," Xie Tu said.

Before Yun Zhao could fully process the news...

Outpost No. 339 came into view ahead, standing like an isolated island on the desolate wasteland.

Under the massive signal tower.

The cold, four- or five-meter-high wall is made of thick concrete and steel.

There is a watchtower every certain distance along the wall, with automatic turrets and searchlights mounted on top, their cold metallic gleam hidden in the darkness.

It was not yet six o'clock, and the sky was still pitch black.

I heard the roar of a car engine.

The sentries on the lookout tower turned on their searchlights and immediately recognized the red-crowned crane emblem printed on the vehicle.

"It's people from Dawn Base, open the door!"

The car drove smoothly into the guard post.

Most of the sentry posts in the southern coastal areas were established by the Dawn Base. Post No. 339 is located in Nanjing and is one of the closest sentry posts to Post No. 320.

Yun Zhao and Xie Tu got out of the car.

Without the armored vehicles standard equipment for S-class teams, the sentries here did not recognize the two individuals.

The leading sentry had a faint scar on his face. His gaze lingered on Yun Zhao for a moment before he quickly looked away.

Even so.

The little bluebird continued to grumble and curse.

"Hey, who told you to watch that, you idiot."

Chen Feng paused for a moment, unsure whether he had asked his spiritual entity to help translate, then turned and started chatting with Xie Tu.

"Just the two of you? What are you doing here?"

Xie Tu replied calmly and simply, "I just finished a mission and came here to find my relatives."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, clearly somewhat surprised by their itinerary.

The Shuguang Base is located in Chongqing, yet the search for relatives spans several provinces.

Is it possible to find someone in this world?

However, this is their private matter.

Chen Feng asked once and then stopped, turning his head and saying, "It's almost dawn. It's so dangerous outside. You must have been traveling all night without rest. Go upstairs and get some sleep."

He added, "However, since it's not official business, we might have to charge some points."

The base will not require the convoy to pay for accommodation along the route.

It is also one of the sources of extra income for sentries at outposts.

Unfortunately, this place is far from the four major bases, and the number of passing convoys is limited, so there isn't much profit to be made each month.

Xie Tu nodded. "Of course. Where do I pay the fee?"

Chen Feng led the way, casually asking, "Two rooms or one?"

Xie Tu calmly replied, "One room."