Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 57 Master Tian's potent medicine, a major change at the North Station!

Cheng Ye grabbed his backpack and pushed open the door to go out.

He thought his outfit, which only revealed his eyes, was bizarre and eye-catching enough, but when he walked down the street, he was surprised to find that a third of the passersby were dressed similarly to him.

Has everyone already heard about the Stardust Stand?

Of course not.

According to Liu Bi last night, even frontline military and police personnel would not know the extent of the infection until the outbreak. The information would be released in stages until it was determined that there was no hope of recovery just before the outbreak, at which point it would be made public.

The current notice states that this is only an emergency drill simulating the death of a station chief.

However, despite this, everyone has their own judgment.

Whether an infected person has infiltrated the area, and whether it will trigger a small wave of infections, are all unknowns.

You can believe what they say, but you can't believe everything they say.

That's why some people choose to be fully armed, thinking it's better to believe it's true than not.

"Sir, under Level A epidemic prevention status, we need to record your movements. What would you like to do?"

As I stepped out of the residential compound, two Western military police officers stopped me.

"work."

Cheng Ye took out his identity badge from his pocket. The military police took it, swiped it on their defense pass, and then handed it back with a respectful expression.

"Thank you for your contributions to Happiness City. May God bless you!"

Cheng Ye nodded and accepted it, letting out a silent sigh.

Since Happiness City did not intend to use violence to suppress the epidemic, but instead continued to maintain a facade of peace, it meant that it had some confidence in being able to resolve the wave of infections.

If a method to eliminate the source of infection can be developed within three days, this crisis can be largely resolved.

Conversely, the buffer zone could easily become a paradise for infected individuals and collapse completely.

On the way to the North Station, Cheng Ye tried to stay close to the wall and avoid the crowd, even avoiding touching the corner of his clothes with others.

When I arrived at the bus stop, I could see a thin figure wiping the bus from afar, and I unexpectedly ran into Master Tian again.

"The water's been turned off, and you're still washing the car?"

"There's nothing we can do, we're used to it. It's not like we can't wipe it even without water."

Master Tian smiled, then suddenly sniffed the air and said, "Sir, are you injured?"

"Yes, when sparring with others, it's inevitable to get a few bruises."

"I have some specially made liniment here. Why don't you try it? It might be more effective than what you're using?"

"Okay, thanks."

Cheng Ye nodded and took the small bottle that Master Tian handed to him from the storage compartment as he got into the car.

Seeing that he was wearing rubber gloves and that his outstretched arms were wrapped with scraps of cloth, Master Tian was clearly taken aback for a moment, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

I sat down in the middle of the bus.

Upon opening the bottle, one finds a thick, dark green paste, resembling a modern herbal ointment.

Because he had chartered the car again, Cheng Ye didn't try to hide anything and directly took off his pants and started rubbing them on his thighs.

Master Tian glanced in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "Sir, is your body made of iron? You're injured in this area, yet you still have the strength to walk?"

"Don't call me 'sir' or 'you' anymore. Just call me Cheng Ye, or Prosecutor Cheng."

"Ok."

Master Tian showed no surprise at Cheng Ye's status as a prosecutor. "Prosecutor Cheng, apply this to me, and you should recover in about five days, but the condition is that you can't fight with anyone again."

"Five days?"

Cheng Ye was startled. Miao Yang had said yesterday that his injury would take at least ten days to half a month to recover.

"Pretty much. The generic medicine you're using is too weak. My medicine has several kinds of mutated crystalline powder added, so it's very potent."

"Huh, didn't you feel it?"

"Feel?"

Cheng Ye was taken aback, then unloaded the iron body.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold emanated from the purplish-blue wound, causing both pain and itching, yet it felt like getting a pedicure for athlete's foot—the more it hurt, the more comfortable it felt, almost making one want to cry out.

Wow, so fierce?
"When traversing the wasteland, especially in the ruins and wilderness, you must bring some of this medicine, otherwise getting injured will be a real problem."

"how much is it?"

"It contains crystalline powder, so it's not cheap. A sincere offer of 80 Happiness Coins!"

You're really bold to ask for that.

Cheng Ye muttered to himself, but his hand deftly pulled out coins from his pocket, not forgetting to ask, "Any more? I'll buy them all!"

Supplies are essential before a major battle.

Weapons and equipment are one aspect, but consumables are naturally indispensable.

“I have another bottle at home. This medicine only lasts for six months. If you need it, I’ll prepare it and bring it to you.”

"Give me two... three bottles, please."

"Sure! I'll be dispatching from here every day this month, so you can just come and pick it up."

Master Tian smiled and agreed, "As you know, third-rate assassins may not be good at much, but they're definitely good at saving their own lives."

Cheng Ye didn't reply, but instead opened the panel and glanced at it.

[Master Tian, ​​21%, Searchable range: Intelligence]

"Such low cooperation indicates a problem."

He secretly pondered and decided that after getting through this wave of infections, he must reserve one more chance to search for this "Master Tian".

Miao Yang only has ordinary, common goods. How can a bus driver like you come up with potent medicine?

What a third-rate assassin's excuse.

Cheng Ye didn't take it to heart at all. In the wasteland, you can't underestimate any random passerby. Who knows, this guy might be a hidden golden legend.

"Prosecutor Cheng."

"Ok?"

"Can you still run?" Master Tian asked abruptly, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

Cheng Ye paused for a moment, then remained silent, only gently shaking his head.

His movements were reflected in the rearview mirror, and Master Tian could only manage a bitter smile before saying nothing more.

After applying the ointment, Cheng Ye leaned against the car window and dozed off for a while.

Although there was a starting price for chartering a car, no one paid 2 coins to get on the bus along the way.

"Prosecutor Cheng, we've arrived!"

"Thank you."

Cheng Ye donned the iron body armor and, under Master Tian's admiring yet complex gaze, stepped off the vehicle as if nothing had happened.

Since it was the first shift of the morning, it saved him the trouble of handing over with the Western inspector. From a distance, the guard saw him approaching and pressed the button to open the isolation door in advance.

"Inspector Cheng," the tall guard greeted respectfully.

Cheng Ye nodded in response, his gaze sweeping over the guards on the city wall. This time, at least no one deliberately avoided his gaze, but most of them had a somewhat unnatural look in their eyes, deliberately keeping their distance.

Pass through the isolation door to enter Zone E.

Cheng Ye slowed his pace and moved along the wall to the window of the reporting room.

A quick glance inside confirmed his suspicions; Jamie had indeed left the checkpoint.

Sitting in the room at this moment is a young man with red hair, who is idly fiddling with his phone and playing the built-in Tetris game.

Suddenly noticing a shadow cast across the window, the red-haired young man looked up sharply, about to unleash a curse.

But when she caught a glimpse of Cheng Ye smilingly removing his mask, she was immediately startled and stood up straight.

"Prosecutor Chengcheng!"

Where's Jamie?

"He...he..." The red-haired young man was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his tongue was tied in knots.

"Jamie isn't feeling well, so I've arranged for him to go home."

Raul walked out of the archives room and said with a smile, "Prosecutor Cheng, rest assured, you will never see Jamie again during your days on duty at the North Station."

"Is it?"

Cheng Ye muttered to himself, then glanced at the red-haired young man in the archives room.

The latter was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost tripped over the chair and fell to the ground.

"he?"

"Jamie might have said something he shouldn't have, which scared him. I'll help you check in."

Raul walked into the reporting room, took Cheng Ye's badge, and swiped it lightly—that was how he clocked in for work.

"Thanks."

Cheng Ye twitched the corner of his mouth. Could it be that he had already earned a bad reputation after only one day of work?
However, I glanced at the other workstations around me.

With his excellent memory, he immediately discovered that of the people he had seen the day before yesterday, less than 20% remained; the rest had been replaced.

“My father reorganized Zone E, and those who were not up to standard before were sent back.”

Raul explained, "It has nothing to do with you, don't worry."

"Oh."

Cheng Ye nodded, took the badge, and turned away, putting all these things out of his mind.

It's fine for a group of pampered rich kids to huddle at the checkpoint, but making things difficult for the inspectors is going against the rules.

Even though he was just a trainee prosecutor, he wasn't someone these people could easily manipulate.

It's better to just send it back; it'll save us from any further trouble.

Head to Quarantine Zone A.

The sky cleared up, but the air was still damp.

The crowd waiting to leave the city suddenly surged, with nearly twenty large Jinbei vans lining up in the waiting area, resembling a silver-gray gluttonous snake, their rear doors all open, revealing various small industrial products under the tarpaulins.

A buying frenzy broke out in the buffer zone, and the gathering places outside were similarly chaotic.

A sudden downpour exacerbated the survival crisis, and everyone urgently needed basic supplies to stay alive.

At this time, trading goods not only allows for higher prices but also often yields valuable items that scavengers would normally be reluctant to part with.

As for danger, for speculators who risk their lives, danger is precisely what they fear least, compared to the premium on goods and the urgency of demand.

"Prosecutor Chengcheng, would you like to have this checked?"

As he approached, the young men checking the shipping manifest became extremely nervous.

The Western drivers standing to the side looked at each other in bewilderment. When did these fearless rich kids become so afraid of an Eastern prosecutor?

"No need, you can do the checking yourself."

The thought that these people might bring the substitute starfish to the gathering place next door made Cheng Ye silently pray.

However, after taking a few more steps forward, just as he reached the isolation passage, someone blocked his way.

He was a burly man.

His frizzy blond hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and a heavy silver chain hung around his neck, rattling with every movement. Twisted devil and angel patterns were tattooed on his bare forearms, giving him a style reminiscent of the Beatles in Cheng Ye's memory.

"Hello, Prosecutor Cheng, I am Arthur Amir."

The man introduced himself, "Prosecutor Liu has already told me, but I was on duty the day before yesterday and didn't have time to greet you."

The name sounded familiar. Cheng Ye thought for a moment and immediately recognized it.

"Are you that machine gunner Arthur?"

“It’s me. The machine gun post also operates on a weekly rotation system, and it just so happens that I’m on duty for the same week as you.”

Arthur grinned and said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, even if the sky falls over the checkpoint, I will never let a single infected person or anyone else get close to you before I die!!"

"is it?"

Arthur's simple and honest appearance contrasts sharply with the Beatles' style.

Cheng Ye smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; he didn't take his promise to heart at all.

In the wasteland, the one thing you can't trust is people's hearts. If he had just transmigrated here, he might have believed Arthur's words. If he really believed him, he wouldn't have had time to come and meet him.

Two days passed, and Defense Communications didn't make a single call. Did they think he was stupid?

"This guy is shrewd. It seems that news of my meeting with Dario yesterday has already spread. I just didn't expect Arthur to know about it too."

"But that makes sense. Guards have to climb all the way up to become sentry gunners, second only to prosecutors. If you don't have some cunning and ability, you'll be brought down long ago."

Despite his inner turmoil, Cheng Ye's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "Arthur, the kindness left by our predecessors belongs to them. I won't let you take any risks."

"Don't worry, if I were to ask you for something good, it would definitely be something that would help you climb the ladder. There's no need for such a dangerous situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur instinctively offered a polite guarantee.

Despite it being their first meeting, the two chatted familiarly for several minutes before stopping, as if they had known each other for years.

"Alright, go on your duty, it's getting late."

"Yes!"

After being dismissed by Cheng Ye, Arthur respectfully withdrew.

But as he walked to the corner, his expression changed slightly, and a hint of unfathomable seriousness flashed in his eyes.

That's interesting. No wonder this Prosecutor Cheng was able to turn the tide in just two days as a trainee. Not only was he not targeted by the Westerners, but they even extended an olive branch to him.

With such methods and such profound thoughts.
"Climbing the ranks? Do you think I'll become a prosecutor someday?"

Watching Cheng Ye's retreating figure, Arthur licked his lips and decisively turned to walk towards the watchtower.

He had to admit that he had been momentarily tempted.

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