Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 95 Dealing with the Sick Dog, Stepping onto the Main Stage!
Wang Kang is gone.

Cheng Ye could tell that the little brother left behind by his predecessor was not comforted by his words; on the contrary, he seemed even more frightened.

There are probably two reasons.

Firstly, he himself was only a trainee prosecutor, yet he claimed he would take care of the other party, which Wang Kang found rather unreliable.

Secondly, when he saw that Wang Kang had taken off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing bruises and scabs all over his body, Wang Kang was so shocked that his face turned pale and he felt like he was about to cry at any moment.

Yes, it really is that exaggerated.

Wang Kang's father is named Wang Cheng, who, according to Luo Xiaoxue, is one of Cheng Long's most devoted fans.

When Cheng Long went on the mission, he had no intention of taking Wang Cheng with him, but Wang Cheng insisted on coming along.

Moreover, these people who follow Cheng Long seem to have a strange common point: they take a very indifferent view of their offspring and bloodline. They have no intention of nurturing them or even fulfilling their due responsibilities.

Wang Kang was not much different from his predecessor; he could only see Wang Cheng once every three to five years after his birth.

Moreover, upon meeting him, Wang Cheng relentlessly instilled in him the theory that the outside world was extremely dangerous, that going out meant certain death, and that only by staying obediently in the inner city could one survive.

Over time, as he heard it more and more, Wang Kang's courage waned, and he became filled with an instinctive fear of the outside world.

Even more coincidentally, when the original owner and Wang Kang got together, they always liked to scare each other.

You talk about how ferocious the infected outside the city are, and I talk about how deadly the work at the checkpoints is. It's always the same argument: "It's too dangerous outside."

This back and forth led to the embarrassing incident where the original owner was so frightened before leaving the outer city that he almost lost control of his bladder and bowels.

"There's no way I can tell him I can use my superhuman abilities to crush everything in five minutes."

"Moreover, my current stats alone are enough to crush ordinary first and second-stage prosecutors."

Cheng Ye took off his clothes and went into the bathroom of the ward to take a comfortable shower, scrubbing off all the dirt that hadn't been washed off his body.

No wonder Wang Kang was frightened. In the water room of the tenement building, he only hastily cleaned up the black blood that had seeped out after activating the Wild Grass Physique.

There were still some areas on my back that I couldn't rub, and they were covered with a thick layer of scabs that were hard and stuck to my skin. They looked like they had been torn open with hideous cuts, which was quite frightening.

After taking a shower, Cheng Ye looked down and saw that the drain was almost completely blocked by the blood clots and grime he had rubbed off.

He kept the shower running for a while until he was sure the water was draining properly and there were no traces left. Then he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, dried his wet hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Cool!"

"If there's ever a chance to renovate these tenement buildings, we should definitely add a shower room on each floor!"

The experience of splashing water on yourself and taking a refreshing shower is worlds apart.

In particular, the water in the medical clinic is kept at a constant temperature, and the warm water flowing over the body calms the mind.

As night deepened outside the window, the lights from the top floor of the medical facility shone through the glass, casting a soft halo on the floor.

Perhaps it is the stability of peacetime that makes people forget how grueling life of uncertainty really is.

Cheng Ye leaned against the headboard, listening to the faint evening breeze coming from afar. For the first time, he felt that this moment of peace in the wasteland was so pleasant and comfortable.

Especially when he turns on the bedside lamp, takes out a book and leans it against the headboard, with sweet fruit on the bedside table, and occasionally picks one up and puts it in his mouth.

"I've come to understand the idealists' thoughts to some extent. Only after truly enjoying them and knowing how hard-won they are will they begin to protect and cherish them."

"It is precisely because ordinary residents have lost their sense of the benefits of Happiness City that they migrate to other sanctuary cities after the wave of infections ends."

"If prosecutors are suffering the whole time, having to fight infected people in the most dangerous places, why don't they leave this sanctuary like these people and go to a larger sanctuary?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Cheng Ye's mind. It has to be said that he was quite susceptible to the idealists' ideas.

Unless this sanctuary is already on the verge of collapse, he probably won't choose to leave for a goal like Cheng Wu and Cheng Long.

As for whether there will be any unexpected events during the process, let's leave that to fate.

Night fell.

Cheng Ye reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, his breathing gradually becoming calmer.

But strangely, the wild grass totem on his chest reappeared slightly, and began to flicker with his breath.

As the black and red areas flickered, faint totems were also imprinted on their surfaces.

It lasted for more than two hours before gradually fading away.

Ding.

At 6:55 a.m., Cheng Ye opened his eyes as soon as the alarm clock on his security device vibrated.

In the past, my mind would be a little foggy when I first woke up, but now I feel clearer than ever before.

"This feeling"

Cheng Ye propped himself up on the headboard and moved his neck. His joints made a slight cracking sound, but there was no stiffness or pain.

Looking down at my upper body, the bruises that had faded yesterday had now turned a pale red.

Clenching my fist, I could clearly feel that my strength seemed to be a few points greater than yesterday.

The wild grass's robust physique clearly far exceeded his initial expectations.

The benefits are far more than just enhanced recovery. In addition to the dramatic increase in physical stats, even sleep efficiency has been improved.

Even the efficiency of energy absorption seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

Now he has truly become a wild grass, able to continuously absorb nutrients and grow stronger when watered with nutrient sap.

"Wow, that's amazing! The boost from the Wild Grass Physique is incredible!"

At this moment, Cheng Ye could only be thankful that he had made the right choice, and at the same time, he secretly made a mental note of it.

In the future, I must prioritize searching for products that enhance physical strength.

The benefits of physical fitness are comprehensive and definitely not just a simple literal boost.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed. I walked to the window and opened it a crack. The morning breeze, carrying a slight chill, blew in, and the outline of the South Checkpoint in the distance gradually became clear in the morning light.

It's a beautiful day today; the sun was shining brightly from early this morning.

Many migrants have already set off, and thanks to their improved eyesight, they can see many moving black dots outside the Happiness Line from afar.

Ding.

Shortly after 7 o'clock, the defense communication system sent another notification.

Cheng Ye picked it up and was immediately surprised and delighted.

【新纪35年7月12日07.00，正常工资转入‘1087’贡献点】

[Balance: 1095 points]

[Note: Reward for recovering infected sarcoma]

【新纪35年7月12日07.00，正常工资转入‘500’贡献点】

[Balance: 1595 points]

[Note: Infection Tide Battle Merit Reward (Extra Reward: Happiness Third-Class Merit *1)]

"1500 O'Clock?"

"Another third-class merit award for happiness?!"

Cheng Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.

On the night of the infection outbreak, the total number of kills in B-7 should have been around four thousand, but he personally killed at most around 100. The rest were killed by the three hundred people in the mall and the people in the hotel.

Furthermore, he did not participate in the subsequent battle on the pedestrian street while he was guarding Zhang Can's body.

The fact that they were able to get a quarter of the tumor is probably due to the efforts of the idealists behind the scenes.

If the number of sarcomas exceeds a thousand, one will naturally be awarded a third-class merit for happiness.

This is good stuff!

He can buy any controlled items sold in Happiness City, including what he most desires.
Vehicle!

Battery!

Power generation equipment!

"I just don't know how many third-class items you need to buy. I imagine it won't be less than three, right?"

Cheng Ye couldn't help but laugh.

Merit points can not only be used to buy things, but are also a symbol of honor, and grant many privileges in the buffer zone.

Of course, it might not be of much use to him as a prosecutor, but who would complain about having too much of these things?

“Today is a good day!”

Cheng Ye chuckled as he put down his defense device, humming a tuneless little melody, and turned to go wash up.

But after taking only two steps, there was a sudden knocking sound at the door.

"Wei Zhou?"

"It's me, Brother Cheng."

"Xiaokang?"

Cheng Ye was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the door, and there stood Wang Kang.

Compared to his spirits yesterday, he now had dark circles under his eyes, looked unusually listless, his face was full of unconcealable fatigue, and there was a deep struggle hidden in his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

Wang Kang lowered his head and said in a voice barely audible, "I...I've been waiting outside your door since midnight, Brother Cheng."

"what?"

Cheng Ye was completely stunned.

This child actually stood at the door for a full seven hours?

"I've figured it out, Brother Cheng. If you're not afraid of the dangers at the checkpoint, then I can't be either!"

Wang Kang gritted his teeth and said, "I want to learn from you. I can't die like my dad, without knowing why."

"Uh"

Cheng Ye was taken aback.

He didn't comfort Wang Kang yesterday, thinking there were still a few days left to slowly train him. Unexpectedly, after just one night—no, four hours yesterday—the kid had figured it out.

"Have you really figured it out?"

"Seriously, Brother Cheng, you were clearly more scared than me before we came out, but you're so brave now. I absolutely can't be worse than you!"

Wang Kang nodded solemnly, as if it were a serious matter.

Good guy.

That's a dangerous idea of ​​yours.

Are you comparing me to Prosecutor Cheng?

Cheng Ye looked Wang Kang up and down, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, stepping aside to let him in.

But just as he was about to speak, a sinister voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Prosecutor Cheng, how long has it been, and you've already brought in new people?"

Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow and turned to look.

Garcia was seen staggering over, his eyes scanning Wang Kang as if examining some strange object.

"Oh? He's Prosecutor Wang Cheng's son."

He paused, as if he had thought of something, then suddenly grinned, "Looks like Station Chief Ding is planning to train you?"

After saying that, he slapped his forehead and said, "That's strange. I remember that Prosecutor Wang Cheng died on a mission with your father, Cheng Long, right?"

What a shrewd person.

Yesterday, when he was unsure whether Xipai could win him over, he pretended to be harmless.

Now that he has probably received news that Ding Yishan was intentionally testing him to see if he would join the Westerners' camp, he's starting to show his true colors.

"Brother Cheng, who is he?"

Wang Kang peeked out and met Garcia's staring gaze, immediately shrinking back in fright.

This reaction made Garcia smile with satisfaction.

However, Cheng Ye's smile vanished instantly, his eyes turned cold, and he uttered a curt sentence:
"Just a sick dog."

"Sick dog?"

Wang Kang blinked and repeated it, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Garcia's face flushed red instantly, seemingly not expecting him to have such a fiery temper. He froze on the spot, unsure how to respond.

Hands-on?

Although both were patients, Cheng Ye was now tall and strong, and his injuries were obviously much lighter than his. It would not be a wise choice to fight if he was unsure of the other's strength.

"Huh, is there really someone named Sick Dog?"

Seeing Garcia standing there dumbfounded and unresponsive, Wang Kang curiously leaned forward and looked up at him, "Sick dog, what did you just say? What happened to my father?"

The cry of "sick dog" was crisp and clear, standing out distinctly in the quiet corridor.

Garcia's face turned pale and then red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he didn't dare to retaliate.

"Hey Garcia, give me another clench of your fist."

Cheng Ye turned around completely, took a step forward, and looked down at him indifferently.

The murderous aura that had been building up since killing Zhang Can erupted without reservation, startling Garcia so much that he stumbled back two steps and almost fell to the ground.

He didn't stop, but took another step forward and grabbed Garcia by the collar. "Come on, tell me now, what did you just say?"

As the immense power surged through him, Garcia's expression shifted again, but he managed a forced smile.
"Prosecutor Cheng, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was so rude. I apologize to you and to Prosecutor Wang's son."

He spoke quickly and urgently, adopting an extremely humble posture, as if he were truly afraid.

Cheng Ye stared at him for two seconds, his eyes glancing at the staff member standing at the end of the corridor.

"roll."

With a gentle push, Garcia stumbled back four or five steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

But he didn't seem to care at all, and even maintained that smile, as if he had accidentally fallen.

This smiling tiger.

In a split second, Cheng Ye realized why Garcia had deliberately come over and made such a sarcastic remark.

Is the intention to use this conflict to return to the Western spotlight?
Or was he trying to use this to force the Westerners to submit, to let them know that he had passed Ding Yishan's test, and thus give up the idea of ​​winning them over?

I'm afraid it's all of those things; it's not just about someone coming over to be sarcastic and mean.

The door slammed shut, completely shutting out Garcia's repulsive, sour face.

Cheng Ye took a deep breath to forcefully suppress the surging violence in his heart.

Having killed people and fought against fusion beings, he is no longer the same person who traded lives with Garcia.

For a fleeting moment, the thought of crushing Garcia to death flashed through his mind, but fortunately, this impulse only lasted for a moment before it dissipated.

Solving problems with fists is not the right way in the current environment.

A martial arts fanatic like Liu Bi could be defeated, firstly because Garcia had mocked him first, and secondly because there were very few people in the Western camp who could beat him.

But now, Cheng Ye knows that if he takes action, the Western prosecutors in their third and fourth terms will soon come to "uphold justice," just like Liu Bi did back then.

Without revealing his trump card and relying solely on his hard power, he is still far from being a match for those veteran prosecutors.

Furthermore, there are ironclad rules within the checkpoint.

Prosecutors can fight and resolve some issues with their fists, but the premise is that no one should die.

This is a dead rule.

If he dares to kill Garcia, even if Ding Yishan is willing to protect him to the death, the higher-ups in Happiness City are not blind.

"Brother Cheng, that guy just now..."

"Don't worry about it. This sick dog was beaten by... well, by our Eastern inspector. Now it tries to bite anyone it sees. But you're quick-witted. You didn't suffer any loss and even managed to annoy him a bit."

Cheng Ye forced a smile, sat down in the living room, and poured two glasses of water.

"Don't you know me? I'm not stupid. How could I let him try to sow discord between us? My dad is my dad, and I am me. My decision to be with you is my own choice!"

Wang Kang grinned, then added with some concern, "But he seems to be a veteran prosecutor. If we offend him like this, will he retaliate against us while we're on duty?"

He wouldn't dare.

Cheng Ye subconsciously finished speaking, then changed his words, saying, "If he dares, I'll crush him."

"Uh"

Wang Kang paused, his eyes flickering, as if he could no longer reconcile the Cheng Ye in front of him with the Cheng Ye in his memory.

"This is the outside world, the survival rules of this wasteland. You have to use your fists to protect yourself. It's not a world where we can sing in the street and recite a few old-fashioned essays and people will come to cheer and give us rewards!"

Cheng Ye paused for a moment, then continued, "Your weakness and fear will only make people think you're easy to bully. Well, not just people, but also infected beings. You need to have the courage to fire back!"

"Brother Cheng," Wang Kang suddenly asked in a low voice, "you learned all of this in just three months?"

"This wasn't something I learned; it was something I discovered."

At that moment, Liu Bi's previous teachings flashed through Cheng Ye's mind.

At that time, he couldn't understand the meaning of those words at all.

But now, these words have become his instinct, and he has to deliver them to Wang Kang verbatim.

"Find your own anger."

"Let anger control your body in the fight, not useless reason!"

They arranged for medical staff to open the empty room next door so that Wang Kang could sleep.

Cheng Ye returned to his room and pondered for a while before suddenly understanding Ding Yishan's deeper meaning in arranging Wang Kang.

Old fox.

It was probably not just a test of his ability to train newcomers, but also a message to the Westerners.

I, Ding Yishan, the checkpoint chief, have another idea to mobilize the Cheng family!

Unsurprisingly, the details of his conflict with Garcia are now on the desks of Ding Yishan and Harlin, and even many others.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, once he makes it clear that he will not align himself with Westerners, Ding Yishan will definitely seize the opportunity to begin his operations.

The difference between Easterners and Westerners lies here: one approaches the test subtly and slowly, while the other is direct but refuses to make any bets.

But when it comes to the point where it needs to be detonated, this subtlety is more explosive and decisive than the latter!
Time quietly passed midnight.

Just as Wei Zhou was putting on the second set of medicine for the day, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in was none other than the old scoundrel Li Matai.

"Cheng Ye, Prosecutor Cheng, you are so impressive!"

Li Matai carried a red box in his hand, its contents unknown. He placed it on the table and said, "Station Chief Ding just held a meeting and said that after this wave of infection passes, the checkpoint will do its best to train new people, especially outstanding ones like you. My God, you are amazing! You can even take down a high-level fusion body!"

"You have no idea how shocked we old folks at the conference were after watching the video. That skill, that courage, is no less than your father Cheng Long back then, no, no, it's even better!"

These words sounded nice, but they made Cheng Ye's heart skip a beat.

The two exchanged glances, and Li Matai subtly held up three fingers and poked towards the door, indicating that someone was listening at the door.

"Prosecutor Li is joking."

He immediately raised his voice, his tone carrying just the right amount of humility, "I'm just a trainee prosecutor, I'm just lucky, how could I be worthy of the checkpoint's full effort to train me?"

The voice just fell.

Li Matai quickly stepped forward, leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice, speaking as fast as a machine gun: "Cheng Ye, you're in big trouble this time. If you can get through this, you'll be the leader of the younger generation, and you'll have all kinds of resources to your heart's content, especially in field operations. You can go wherever you want."

"You are also qualified to participate in discussions about the rules and regulations within the checkpoint, such as how to conduct inspections and how to implement quarantine measures. Your status is not much different from that of the station chief, but your power is not much less."

"But if you can't make it through, you know what I mean—you'll die without a burial place!"

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