The ACV-32 Jiang Ling borrowed was manufactured 15 years before the Star Calendar. It was older than most of the community's citizens, and driving it out for a stroll was no different than pushing a grandfather's wheelchair. Fortunately, the people at the tribal camp had mastered the art of vehicle maintenance, and the subsystems of this old vehicle were running smoothly. It simply carried too little fuel, forcing everyone to search the offline map for possible refueling points every few hours.
In short, after several days of rushing and hurrying, the group finally waded through the vast Great Plains swamp, passed through the guarded but dim Rocky Mountain tunnel, and arrived at the relatively civilized West Coast.
The four cities on the west coast were connected by a spectacular elevated highway, like an umbilical cord connecting a baby, uniting the entire continent. Of course, these four cities essentially belonged to four independent families, and they could not be considered a single entity. They could only maintain a basic understanding under the suppression of the powerful community.
Jiang Ling's destination wasn't Ross City further north, nor Morgan City or Fanluo City further south, but the nearest Robert City—or perhaps the Fourth Golden Mountain City. This city, replete with a wasteland punk vibe, was definitely not a good place to go. The community had only built an airport near the coast for shuttle takeoffs and landings, and the main roads leading to the airport were tightly controlled by the local residents. Few people who truly needed help could leave safely.
When the group was leaving the elevated road, they were blocked by several waves of hospitable people. Those people usually waved privately modified small-caliber pistols or low-quality improvised explosive devices, so even though the armored vehicle was tough, it could not withstand the continuous attacks of these low-lethal weapons.
After all, there is no such thing as a thief on guard against thieves for a thousand days.
Finally, a tricky napalm bomb ignited the tank's engine radiator, and then due to engine overheating, it completely broke down in front of the airport gate. Jiang Ling had no choice but to use the tank as a cover, taking almost no risk. Before the gate, which was temporarily closed due to technical problems, was about to close, he led a few people to a safe area at a trot. Behind the slowly closing gate, the fully armed guards watched helplessly as the burning tank was engulfed by the crazy and brutal crowd like a tide.
The group passed through the automated ticket gates and arrived at Robert City Airport. The airport code hanging above the terminal briefly caught their attention. Jiang Ling had the impression that airports with codes like "M2" were usually very busy district-level airports, not deserted ones like this one. Even so, the airport's facilities were quite complete. Given the community's enormous size, even maintaining a medium-sized station near the direct jurisdiction would require only a tiny fraction of the production capacity. She quickly found a place to dispose of her "garbage."
There was only one afternoon train on the airport's schedule. Fortunately, everyone arrived at the right time and the train was not full. Jiang Ling used her A-level authority to book a few reserved seats - she could even use the communication equipment on the shuttle to talk to "Home" before takeoff - after the communication was connected, her daughter's energetic and confident voice swept away all the fatigue she had felt in the past few days.
At this moment, she could finally forget the unpleasantness she had encountered along the way. Even though there were endless unknowns and dangers ahead, she could use the wisdom of future generations to gain some insight.
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