Never before had Cheng Ye felt that his patrol duty could be so agonizing.
Even the overall reduced hours felt like an endlessly stretched rubber band.
After Liu Kun left, he forced himself to hold on until six in the evening, but his vision started to blur, and his temples throbbed wildly, so he had to call out to Wang Kang.
"Kang, you take over for a while, I can’t hold on any longer."
"Alright!" Wang Kang, holding a book, had clearly caught the "book addiction" from him.
He imdiately put down the book upon hearing the call, went to the back to wash his hands, and quickly walked to the inspection table to take over the work.
Initially, Cheng Ye had thought Wang Kang was worried about his ability, but the reality was starkly different. That day, even at this late hour, there was still a queue of over a hundred people outside, and the difficulty of inspection visibly skyrocketed.
Moreover, from the scavengers’ intermittent narratives, it was evident that with the appearance of the Wanderers, the danger in the wilderness increased exponentially.
The Mutant Beasts that originally only operated in specific areas seed to be awakened by so force, with a marked increase in aggression.
So Infected Bodies hidden deep in the ruins started to erge in broad daylight, roaming everywhere.
The scavengers dispatched from Happiness City seed like scattered flocks of birds, desperately rushing back.
Flipping through the registration book changed just this morning, it was densely filled with annotations and data, with the number of entrants breaking through one thousand five hundred for the day.
And this basically was the ultimate operating limit.
The combined capacity of three checkpoints allowed at most just over ten thousand in a day; any more would cause chaos.
Because during the screening, questioning, and verification, any failure in any step could allow Infected Bodies into the city, leading to catastrophic consequences.
After Wang Kang took over, the inspection speed noticeably increased.
But with so many people still queuing at this point, peace was unlikely.
"Roar!!"
As soon as the isolation door closed with a "buzz," two Green Giant Infected Bodies suddenly entered an outbreak phase, their swollen muscles bursting through their torn clothes, roaring as they lunged towards the inspection table.
Cheng Ye, who had just curled up in a recliner for less than two minutes, hadn’t even reached for his holster when he heard two sharp "bang bang" sounds.
Wang Kang had already drawn his Wild Bull Fighting Handgun, with faint blue smoke still rising from its muzzle.
His stance steady, his eyes unnervingly calm for a newcor, he accurately shot both in the head, even moving quicker than the Military Saber nearby.
"Not bad, well done!"
Cheng Ye sat up, unable to resist applauding, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
This was probably how Liu Bi felt when he saw him back then.
Without needing constant reminders or deliberate demonstrations, hitting every point accurately, achieving, or even exceeding expectations.
Perhaps in the future, he would never find another "student" like Wang Kang, who could et all his demands so swiftly.
"It’s all thanks to Brother Cheng’s good teaching."
Wang Kang turned his head, grinning as he spoke.
That smile made Cheng Ye’s feeling of "becoming Liu Bi" even stronger.
He couldn’t help but imagine, in ten days or so when Liu Bi returned in autumn,
whether he would then possess the ans to contend with the Unity of Heaven and Man.
Could he... punch Brother B away?
"Keep going, don’t get cocky."
Cheng Ye smiled, waving his hand, and casually grabbed two bags of blue-packaged Nutrient Paste from the nearby supply box, leaning back into his chair.
Although Wang Kang seed capable of handling things alone, he knew in his heart that it wasn’t ti to relax just yet.
Looking at the serpentine queue outside the isolation net and the figures constantly erging from the dense fog, it appeared that the checkpoint wouldn’t be able to close at the scheduled eight o’clock tonight.
Because tomorrow morning, the first batch of Migrants would be entering, and tonight they had to clear the backlog of people, or things would only get ssier the next day!
Tearing open the package and gulping it down, the cold liquid slid down his throat, making Cheng Ye frown involuntarily.
Compared to the Yellow Bag Nutrient Paste with its osmanthus fragrance, the Blue Bag was ridiculously unpleasant.
Overly sweet.
Like directly gulping down half a bag of sugar, leaving only a thick, cloying sweetness on the tongue, making even the throat feel sowhat sticky.
Luckily, the effect was imdiate.
Just two minutes after drinking, a faint warmth spread from his stomach, slightly invigorating his spirits, making his eyelids less heavy.
Another four or five minutes later, the energy surged up entirely, and his mind felt like it had been sprinkled with mint powder, refreshingly clear, sowhat akin to the refreshing effect of the Blue dicine concocted by Master Tian.
"Not bad, good stuff!"
Cheng Ye smacked his lips, crumpled the empty packaging into a ball, and tossed it accurately into the corner trash can.
If this Blue Bag Nutrient Paste could be as refreshing as now without the headache-inducing aftereffects requiring rest from the Blue dicine, the cost likely wouldn’t be low.
With a daily quota of 100 packs, this treatnt was essentially top-tier.
Just perfect for equipping with the Extraordinary Talent tonight; later he would apply for a hundred packs of Yellow Bag Nutrient Paste after work.
No matter how abnormal the Extraordinary Talent might be, it should be... enough?
No, to be on the safe side, he should have Wang Kang apply for another hundred packs, just to be sure.
As Cheng Ye calculated in his mind, he couldn’t help but open the panel and click into the personal interface.
He had already looked over this page more than twenty tis today, yet it still felt fresh.
It looked fantastic.
The ordinary skills and talents were lined up in black text, orderly without any embellishnts.
But the Heart-Protecting Fire was frad in a small red box, with the text in striking crimson, and inside the box, faint fla-like patterns seed to flow.
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