743 The Mole Agency (1/2)

Unfortunately, on the 25th, there was a storm in Taipei.

Heavy rain made sand and soil into mud, and several construction robots stalled as the rain poured into the unfilled foundation. Because the construction conditions were too crude, the project didn't progress and it even got to the point where it had to be stopped...

”If this rain continues, we have to fight with the Mud Crabs on the beach.” Standing on the lookout tower of the expeditionary fortress, looking at the construction site on Desperate Beach, Li Wang furrowed his eyebrows…

No one expected a downpour.

At the time of the Water Plant in Hongcheng, Jiang Chen recalled some memories about the troublesome Mud Crabs. Their shells were impenetrable by bullets, but pliers could crush steel and get to that delicious crab roe...

However, listening to what Chen Guangning said, Mud Crabs were also divided into river crabs and sea crabs. Crabs that lived in the marine environment has a deeper shell color, larger body size, and more aggressive habits. Any creature smaller than its size would become its prey.

Without the protection of the wall, it would be unrealistic to fight these monsters out in the open.

Heavy rain slowed down the progress of the project and Jiang Chen had no better solutions. If there were no chances at winning, he would have to order the withdrawal and wait until the summer solstice to transport the space elevator. Jiang Chen couldn't let his soldiers die while trying to accomplish an impossible task.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Chen said:

”If 80% of the project isn't completed by the first of March, then we will withdraw our people from the front lines, retreat to the fortress, and withdraw in batches.”

”What about those survivors?” asked Li Wang.

”You don't need to ask about them.”

Jiang Chen looked at him and left the tower.

If the expeditionary forces evacuated, the fate of these survivors would be obvious.

However, even if the survivors had no time to hide and would suffer tragic deaths, he would still make this choice.

After all, over the lives of these strangers, he was responsible for the lives of his own people.

...

The rain smashed onto the concrete pavement, and Taipei's sky was shrouded in a dense haze. The fear brought about by the Month of Disaster lingered in the hearts of every survivor in Yizhou like a ghost.

Entering the city along the north, through two streets and a station, there was a survival camp that looked almost like a ghetto. The town had no name and was named as town 79 because of the fallout shelter. People used bricks and billboards to build houses and crowded together to try to extract meager warmth from the apocalypse.

However, this warmth was so thin at the onset of danger.

The people who had enough crystals were already hiding inside the fallout shelter and those who did not could only watch the numb guards with pleading gazes. Some people would survive while others would only survive on luck. Even the island that stood independent of the world wouldn't escape this principle that was universal in the apocalypse.

The guards at the entrance leaned against the shelter with their dirty assault rifles beside them. Their eyes shifted in slight annoyance.

For the pedestrians, they just glanced at them in a hurry and were too lazy to ask in detail. The lack of resources on the island and the closed economy meant there were almost no visible raiders in Yizhou, but some survivors were occasionally part-time bandits.

As they inherited the arsenal of Fallout Shelter No. 79, the township of 79 had 500 fully armed soldiers. They could be regarded as the largest survivor force in Taipei; no bandits would dare to cause trouble in this area.

In heavy rain, a group of people dressed in raincoats headed to the town. Their raincoat hoods concealed the three men's faces and they looked suspicious. However, the guards glanced at the trio and looked away.

After they passed through the town's gate smoothly, Lin Lin shrunk her arms into the raincoat a bit more and murmured:

”Can't these dirty guys clean up their own house?”