Judging from the direction the Third Division and the army that just went,
There is more than one group of biker gangs.
Because their raid came so quickly, several border areas suffered unimaginable destruction and arson.
The inner city areas near the border were in even greater chaos.
Qin Che's current attire makes him look like a sandcastle man. He walks quickly forward and sees many thugs along the way, committing crimes in groups, including robbery, violence, and arson... It's a scene straight out of hell.
Damn it, what kind of city is this? It doesn't even have a security team?
This further illustrates that the biker gang's raid was very powerful, and Sandcastle couldn't spare more manpower to deal with these thugs.
Qin Che pulled out the items he had just retrieved from the corpses—
The card is made of a material somewhat like an old-world ID card, but it feels rather stiff.
It was printed with a photo of the corpse and some basic information.
Zhao Xiong: Third-class citizen;
ID number:
That's all.
It seems that the citizens of this place, like those in Lingbi City, are also divided into different social classes.
In the last simulation, he went to Lingbi City and, because he handed over intelligence from various organizations, obtained the status of a first-class citizen.
This Zhao Xiong doesn't look like a rich person; he can only live in this chaotic urban area.
Therefore, he was a third-class citizen.
Qin Che also wanted to get such an ID card for himself, but he had no clue how. He could definitely get one in the Black Street, but it was too dangerous there. He was new to the area and an unregistered resident, so he could easily be taken advantage of.
All that was left were some banknotes, crumpled up so badly that you couldn't see a single bill over 100 yuan.
All of them were small bills under 50 yuan.
Fortunately, there were three bottle caps, each with a different printed pattern.
This thing is definitely worth more than banknotes.
One can deduce something from the three types of assets in one's own system.
The chips and bottle caps are old, and there are fewer of them than banknotes. Could it be that banknotes can be printed here, while chips and bottle caps are non-renewable resources?
Qin Che quickly regained his composure and focused on walking forward rapidly, wanting to leave this area.
However, at that moment...
A loud horn blared from afar, accompanied by clanging and banging music, as rousing as a bugle call.
Immediately, a metal cart sped from the end of the street, carrying countless soldiers in identical uniforms, armed with short spears and crossbows. Instead of forming ranks, they drove there and blocked the exit.
A fat man, whose uniform was slightly different from that of a soldier, clearly a commander, came up from behind the passenger seat, one hand on his belt, his beer belly protruding, and took out a walkie-talkie from the car to speak.
Qin Che was too far away to hear what he was saying.
But his heart sank deeper and deeper.
Damn it, I just said there were no security teams here, and now they've arrived.
They had no firearms, only short spears, iron shields, and mostly powerful crossbows. The crowd did not line up, but instead blocked the three exits at the end of the street, making it seem as if they did not intend to let anyone pass.
Qin Che hid behind a threshold, squinted, and looked further away from the security team...
That was actually a city wall three meters high!
The city wall blocked the end of the street, protecting the towering spire and the inner city.
Qin Che couldn't possibly go up and try to pass the challenge alone; he would surely die.
Judging from the fact that the men of their Third Division killed Old Cigarette Butt, it's clear that the soldiers in Sandburg are all ruthless.
Dressed like a civilian, he might be immediately mistaken for a rioter and shot dead the moment he gets up there.
Even if he didn't know how, Qin Che wouldn't dare take the risk.
"Hey buddy, come in!"
Suddenly, Qin Che heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw two or three young men hiding at the entrance of the alley behind him. One of them, a tall man, was waving at him.
"Come on! It's dangerous ahead. The security forces are going to block the transportation lines to coordinate with the Second and Third Divisions. They'll be launching their operation soon, so hurry!"
Qin Che thought for a moment, mustered his courage, clenched his fists, and crouched down to walk up.
The young men ushered him into the alley around the corner.
"Just call me Ironhide. These are my two brothers. We're heading to Black Street. Do you want to come with us?"
Two of the youths followed the lead of this "Iron Brother".
Qin Che glanced at them. "I'm Qin Che. Is Black Street safe right now?"
"We're safe. A friend of mine sent us a telegram from Black Street. This biker gang attack is no small matter; they've almost come out in full force. The Fifth District will probably have to be sealed off for more than a month. There's no food here, but the people from Black Street will protect us. The Fourth Division is stationed there."
Black Street
A huge strip of land runs from the fifth district to the edge of the third district of the inner city wall, with three main roads that eventually converge into a large square in the third district.
As the leader of the underworld, Sand Rat even controlled an entrance to an inner city wall. He knew the gatekeepers because they all came from the Fifth and Fourth Districts.
Along the way, Qin Che subtly inquired and learned some information.
The inner city wall consisted of three districts: the first, second, and third. The crime rate was low there, and the citizens had decent jobs and ample housing and land.
The outer city wall consisted of the fourth and fifth districts, which were basically not guarded by any security forces. They were usually managed by the Black Street. The Black Street was responsible for the sick, food, and work of the third-class citizens.
They had professional doctors and a lot of goods that flowed out from the inner city walls.
Of course, working for the underworld is not such a simple matter.
The fourth and fifth districts have about half of the third-class population, who usually only stay in the communities near their homes.
Entering the Black Street was the dream and goal of many third-class citizens.
Gerbils can even bring a significant number of laborers from the outer city walls into the inner city walls every so often to work for the second-class citizens.
This is a society with clear class distinctions.
It stands in a vast and boundless desert.
It's like a deserted island.
In the city, the third class of people were all slaves in the prisons of the upper class.
But for homeless people like Qin Che, who don't even have an ID card, it's even worse. They're not even considered third-class citizens; they can only be used as laborers so that they can be exploited and oppressed at will, their lives left to fate.
Qin Che then wondered if he could use teleportation to enter the inner city walls, as long as he could bypass the security teams.
But even after they reached the outside of Black Street, they could still see the figures of the security team from time to time in the direction of the city wall, along with their shrill horns that sounded like a rallying cry.
It was already evening when we arrived at Black Street.
Standing at the entrance of the dark and damp alley, two huge rats scurried past his feet and disappeared into the sewer. Qin Che looked at the main street ahead, where all kinds of neon lights were lit up. Under the dry yellow sky, the street was as dazzling as a diamond.
Even Qin Che was stunned by what he saw on the main street of the Black Street.
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