I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"Let's go to the areas populated by people from Third World countries first," Ye Sheng suggested.

"it is good."

The black car drove through the streets of Haitan City. After about ten minutes, Yan Ziming saw a very obvious dividing line sign.

This line is made up of bright red, and the buildings on both sides of the red line are completely different in style. This must be the so-called 'national border'.

On one side is heaven, and on the other is hell.

As can be seen, there are many people watching around this line. The Chinese people have spontaneously formed a group to strictly prohibit a foreigner from entering this line. On the other side of the line, there are also many foreigners watching, and they are hostile to each other.

However, the vehicle carrying Yan Ziming and the others had the highest right of way, as could be seen from the license plate. Unless someone was courting death, no one would dare to stop them. They crossed the line without a care and drove on.

Wang Ming continued to explain to Yan Ziming: "The local Chinese call the area where they live the Haitian District. The rest of the area is uniformly referred to as the refugee zone. You saw that line just now. They regard them as a flood or a beast."

"Hey...it's gotten to this point, they're practically irreconcilable..." Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise.

If this continues in the long run, further conflicts are bound to occur.

"You could say that if it weren't for the military's suppression, believe it or not, large-scale armed conflict would have already broken out between the two sides."

"Of course I believe it... Among those refugees, there are quite a few who have superpowers, right?"

Ye Sheng was also grumbling: "Of course, to be honest, it's exhausting for us in the military to keep these superhumans in check... You know, the prisons in Haitan City are already full, and we even have to release some people who committed minor offenses in order to get new people in."

It's notorious that people with superpowers are difficult to manage. As for those with superpowers who have different values ​​or religious beliefs from China, they are even more difficult to manage and are prone to conflict.

Ye Sheng is a lieutenant general in Haitan City, so naturally he cannot allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, he had to draw some superhumans from the already strained front lines to help stabilize the situation, which really worried him to death.

"I see. Establishing a new military administrative zone to accommodate these refugees is now urgently needed..."

Yan Zimo muttered.

Through the car's porthole, the world Yan Ziming saw could be described in one word—a hodgepodge.

From clothing and mannerisms to even race and skin color, all sorts of different elements are mixed together, making it look awkward no matter how you look at it.

People are always xenophobic.

Since they felt uncomfortable and annoyed looking at each other, they would find everyone disagreeable when they went out on the street, and the atmosphere would be tense and hostile.

Furthermore, the sanitation conditions here are truly appalling, with garbage everywhere and homeless people sleeping on the streets. Although it is not as infamous as the slums of India, it is already showing that trend.

It seems that all aspects of life can be seen in this city.

Yan Ziming suddenly had a strange feeling and said jokingly, "I always feel like one of those leaders who come down to inspect in TV dramas."

"Hehe, in a sense, they're pretty much the same," Wang Ming said in a flattering tone.

"Ah, I was just saying, don't take it seriously," Yan Ziming said with a dry laugh.

While driving, Ye Sheng couldn't help but glance at Yan Ziming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, a few more times.

To be honest, he and Wang Ming had had enough of the torment from these refugees. It was time-consuming, exhausting, and yielded no good results; maintaining order was a major problem every day.

His trip with Yan Ziming to visit Haitan City was purposeful.

By the time he reached his rank, he basically knew everything he needed to know, for example—

Although Yan Ziming is not an official of the Chinese government, her relationship with the national decision-making level is exceptionally close. She has met face-to-face with the pillars of the nation many times more often than he, a lieutenant general!

Given Yan Ziming's ninth-level strength and her kinship with Yan Shan, it can be said that every word and action of Yan Ziming can influence the decision-making level, which cannot be easily ignored.

Ye Sheng and Wang Ming wanted to use her influence to convey some messages.

Wang Ming, in particular, was already in a high position within the system as the head of the special administrative region, and he had many people under his command.

His subordinates frequently reported to him how chaotic and poor the refugee area in Haitan City was, how to plug the loopholes in the rules, and strongly demanded the establishment of a special agency or legal system to manage this group of refugees and the adoption of a high-pressure policy.

There are some extreme suggestions here, and those who make such suggestions have naturally been severely criticized by Wang Ming, but he is not incapable of understanding their feelings.

After all, these refugees are really... a complicated situation!

Ye Sheng held a similar view to Wang Ming.

He was a soldier and should have protected the people, but soldiers are also human. He really didn't want to protect these refugees; he had strong personal feelings about it.

These guys are a pack of biting wolves! A classic case of the farmer and the snake!

But Wang Ming couldn't just complain to his superiors, could he? That would definitely lower their opinion of him, and he wanted to reach a higher position before retiring.

Moreover, even if one expresses their opinion, it is not enough to attract sufficient attention from superiors.

Therefore, they could only use indirect methods, relying on outsiders to convey the poor sanitation and disorder here to their superiors, hoping that the higher-ups would give some clear, important, and fundamental instructions on the situation here.

Yan Ziming's arrival provided them with just such an opportunity.

106. Origins of the Conflict

After driving for a while, Yan Ziming saw a commotion ahead. A group of people dressed in white and a group of people dressed in black seemed to be confronting and pushing each other, and the situation seemed to be escalating.

Before Yan Ziming could say anything, Ye Sheng had already driven over.

The incident occurred at the entrance of a shopping mall, a place where people gather. With this commotion, people who wanted to enter couldn't get in, and people who wanted to leave were stuck there. If this continues, it will get out of control.

As soon as the car approached, you could hear a deafening clamor through the car window.

"%*&￥&*%￥#&）"

“ae^?cs,,é?OEè?”

“·a>>?a?^aeSoèμ,,”

"?Mèμ,,aeoe?aeoe>ae-??aeoe>aeoeoe"

Yan Ziming couldn't understand what they were saying at all; the language was too obscure and not one of the few languages ​​currently in use in the world.

However, judging from their attire and behavior, the conflict likely stemmed from a religious issue.

There was a group of people in military uniforms maintaining order around them, and the superhumans were also in place, but in terms of numbers, they were clearly inferior to the two sides in the conflict. If a fight really broke out, these few people would not be able to suppress it at all.

Their only roles there were to stop the noisiest guys, maintain order on the street, or shout into a microphone from a high place in five languages.

Unfortunately, none of these refugees could understand what they were saying.

This is also a very, very important reason for local security management. If you can't speak the language, you can't communicate, and if you can't communicate, you can't understand the source of the conflict, and you can't treat people fairly at all.

Yan Ziming's car came to a smooth stop on the side of the road. Ye Sheng rolled down the window and shouted, "What's going on here? Xiao Liu, come here!"

Upon hearing his shout, a young man immediately ran over, gave a standard military salute, and said, "General Ye."

"Tell me what's going on."

Seeing the young man's bewildered expression, Ye Sheng sighed.

He originally wanted to get out of the car to check the situation himself, but then he thought, he couldn't just leave this thunderstorm rider here, could he?

This is a good opportunity. Talking won't do much good. Let Yan Ziming understand the situation and see for herself just how chaotic things are here.

So he sat in the driver's seat and waited for the man named Xiao Liu to report to him.

The man named Xiao Liu looked distressed, because he had nothing to report.

"Report: The cause of the incident is still unknown and is under investigation."

"How long has it been?" Ye Sheng asked again, annoyed.

“We received the notification and arrived at the scene in less than ten minutes. This is all the manpower we can spare in the area right now.”

"anything else?"

"..."

"Captain Liu, Comrade Liu Deshun, you're a battalion commander now. There are some things you need to take action on. For example, which countries are these two groups from? Have you notified the corresponding translators? What are their exact numbers? How long will it take for the support to arrive? As the battalion commander, you need to know these things immediately!"

Ye Sheng spoke of his incompetence with exasperation, wondering if he had promoted him too early. Although his achievements were good, his experience was still too inexperienced.

"Well, General Ye, please don't be angry. The primary task should be to understand the situation clearly."

Yan Ziming looked at the young man named Liu Deshun and found him somewhat familiar. He resembled an acquaintance of hers, except that the acquaintance had passed away long ago.

Ye Sheng nodded. "Yes, you're right. I'll go down and take charge of the situation now. And you are...?"

"What else can I do? How can I compare to you seasoned veterans when it comes to handling these things? I'll just stay in the car with you guys. You can go ahead."

Yan Ziming jokingly remarked that she had no intention of getting involved in this mess, as she wasn't an official and shouldn't be looking for trouble.

When Xiao Liu heard the clear female voice coming from the passenger seat, it was like a breath of fresh air in the midst of the noise. He couldn't help but peek through the rolled-down window a few more times, and what he saw completely stunned him.

Ye Sheng tapped him on the shoulder, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come with me!"

"Yes."

They hadn't gone far when Xiao Liu couldn't help but ask Ye Sheng, "General Ye, who's sitting in the car?!"

"You understand, so why all the nonsense? Let me tell you, this time, try to make things a little more drawn out. Even if it can be resolved immediately, try to create as many complications as possible."

"Huh?" Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard. Isn't this going against the grain?

"What do you mean 'huh'? Hurry up and do it! Whether we'll still have headaches because of these refugee prisoners depends on today. Do as I say!"

On the bus, Yan Ziming glanced at the young man's back a few more times, and roughly knew who he was.

"District Chief Wang, aren't you going to take a look?" Yan Ziming turned his head and asked Wang Ming in the back seat with a slight smile.