Chapter 604 - Even if I die, I need to get to Stronghold 61 (1/2)
The survivors hiding in the vaults did not know how to react when they encountered this, with some people begging Ren Xiaosu to take them with him to escape. But after finding out Luo Lan was not in those vaults, Ren Xiaosu immediately left and headed to the next bank to continue his search.
There were many banks in Stronghold 61, but Ren Xiaosu could not find Luo Lan even after searching all of the banks within a ten-kilometer radius of the InterContinental.
Ren Xiaosu could feel his mood growing heavy. Everyone knew that all of the Wang Consortium’s male residents were required to serve in the military.
So right at the beginning, Ren Xiaosu felt that if a disaster were to befall a Wang Consortium stronghold, the Wang Consortium residents could deal with it better than the other consortiums’ residents. But he was wrong. When everyone was facing a situation where they were helpless, the outcome was still the same.
It wasn’t that the residents of the Wang Consortium’s stronghold were physically weak, but that they had never faced such an enemy before.
Ren Xiaosu held Zhou Yingxue’s hand the entire way as he led her around everywhere they went. She looked at Ren Xiaosu’s profile from the corner of her eye and suddenly could not recall when she first became known as his maidservant.
In this stronghold engulfed by disaster, the city felt like it belonged to only the two of them.
Even though Ren Xiaosu was holding her hand while wearing gloves.
Actually, Ren Xiaosu was in a very dangerous situation at this moment. It was very difficult for Ren Xiaosu to face such a massive creeper vine network by himself. If he were a little careless, he might even end up becoming one of the skeletons lying around.
The creeper vines had absorbed a lot of nutrients from the humans and was no longer a force that a lone supernatural being could take on.
At this moment, if Zhou Yingxue suddenly let go of his hand, Ren Xiaosu would definitely end up in a predicament.
But Zhou Yingxue realized Ren Xiaosu did not seem to be worried about something like that happening. In these current times, being trusted suddenly made Zhou Yingxue feel kind of blessed.
As this thought ran through Zhou Yingxue’s mind, she got so distracted she nearly tripped over the vines. It was still Ren Xiaosu who reacted fast enough to help her back on her feet.
Ren Xiaosu turned around and asked with a frown, “Why are you spacing out?”
“Master, I’m a little hungry…”
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Outside Stronghold 62, a large convoy of trucks suddenly drove towards the stronghold. Due to the overly large size of the convoy, the Wang Consortium’s garrison troops instantly went on alert.
Before the convoy could get any closer to the stronghold’s perimeter, they were stopped by a group of heavily armed troops.
The Wang Consortium troops pointed their guns at the convoy and said, “Everyone in the trucks, get out of your vehicles. State the purpose of your visit and prepare to be inspected!”
The Wang Consortium’s troops were very well-trained. They had quickly formed a defensive formation to ensure there were no blind spots. If any suspicious movements were made by the people in the vehicles, the convoy would face the full force of their firepower.
A slightly older middle-aged man jumped out of the lead truck. He looked like life had treated him harshly, his face weathered, his back a little hunched.
After this person jumped out of the truck, he smiled apologetically and said, “Hello, sirs, I’m Wang Fugui, a trader! Didn’t our Wang Consortium start trade relations with Fortress 178? I’m probably one of the first groups of merchants to travel to the Northwest!”
The Wang Consortium officer frowned and said, “Why do you have such a large convoy?”
Wang Fugui gave a wry smile. Actually, he did not want to bring back so many goods with him either. But if he did not do so, Zhang Xiaoman would not have allowed them to leave!
From the looks of it, there were as many as 71 trucks behind him. This was the main reason why the Wang Consortium’s troops were alarmed. They had never seen a merchant with such a large convoy before.
“What are you guys transporting in the trucks?” the officer asked. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir.’ My name is Wang Linlan, and I’m the battalion commander of this unit. Speaking of which, we’re related through our surnames.”