Only three hundred people, when placed in front of a formation of twenty thousand, seed insignificant.
But these three hundred, clad in black, marched uniformly, their faces exuding a murderous aura, making them particularly conspicuous.
Like a drop of ink suddenly falling into a basin of clear water, no one could ignore their presence.
The closer they got, the greater the sensation they caused.
Almost everyone in the formation, and all the inspectors, had their eyes drawn towards them.
"This day has finally co!"
A surge of excitent flooded in, Cheng Ye clenched his fists, forcing down the unusual thrill coursing through him.
Even though he didn’t turn around, he knew that everyone’s eyes were not only on the convoy and the black-clad militia but soon would be focused entirely on him, the Intern Inspector.
Despite the second batch of inspectors having a strictly confidential assessnt, not a public spectacle for the departnt heads or unrelated individuals to watch for fun, with the corps’ patrol vehicles strictly controlling the periphery, even other departnt staff were not allowed to interfere.
Yet the more than twenty thousand refugees present, along with dozens of inspectors, and hundreds of guards maintaining order both overtly and covertly, were using their eyes to witness the rise of a new "star."
From today onwards, "Intern Inspector" would no longer be his most striking title.
The na "Cheng Ye" would truly co to the forefront, entering the vision of influential figures in Happiness City, spreading beyond Happiness City.
Perhaps it would appear in the intelligence departnts of those Super Shelter Cities, becoming a subject of significant interest.
Or maybe it would make its way onto the lists of so assassin organizations, rcenary groups, drawing more executors to take action.
But this is precisely the path every great figure must traverse, the beginning of every legend.
His inspector starting point far exceeded that of Cheng Long back in the day, without the need to leave his hotown to join the Pioneer Corps in search of a way out.
His rise was destined to be more noticeable than Cheng Long’s of old, making a debut that would imdiately beco the center of attention.
Are you ready?
Cheng Ye asked himself, responding to him were the strong beats of his heart, and the surge of excitent rising from the bottom of his heart.
The combat strength of the Embryo Realm gave him the hard strength to contend with Third-phase Inspectors.
With extraordinary abilities at his side, whether it was Fla or Tear of the Horned Starfish, they could help him turn the tide in dire situations.
Along with the collector requiring vast resources and information gathering across the Wasteland.
And most importantly, the identity of an inspector.
From the mont he entered the inspection station, his life was destined either to die in obscurity or beco a legend through a magnificent rise.
Given this, what more was there to worry about?
Shoot the bird that takes the lead.
But it depends on whether this gun is an ordinary guard pistol, or a large-caliber sniper rifle.
This bird, is it a harmless mutated sparrow, or an extraordinary Scorching Eagle capable of soaring the skies?
The convoy continued to approach, and the corps guards responsible for maintaining order imdiately went up, communicated briefly, and then allowed them through.
"This doesn’t count as a violation, right?" Cheng Ye asked, turning his head slightly.
"Of course not."
Link quickly shook his head with a smile, "The station chief has already instructed, as long as the inspectors don’t directly enter the refugee formation to communicate, using any ans to attract refugees forward to inquire is not considered a violation."
"Good."
Cheng Ye nodded slightly, with this rule in place, he saved a phone call to explain to Ding Yishan.
The core of this assessnt is originally to showcase the concept of building a Satellite City, Zhao Jia and the others only focused on the word "assessnt," but forgot the key part of "showcasing the concept," naturally putting them in a difficult position.
Those High-level Inspectors were much smarter, though they also communicated with interdiaries, they focused on the refugees’ profiles, subtly inquiring about their preferences, such as their inclination towards concepts or resistance to heavy labor.
Only after understanding these details did they begin to formally promote refined and optimized concepts and start recruitnt.
Ideally, after the Fourth-phase and Third-phase Inspectors had mostly completed their recruitnt, with less intense competition, Long would then bring people in.
But then again, refugees are not the product of data but living people with their own thoughts.
To compete, you have to go all out from the start.
The convoy stopped fifty ters behind Cheng Ye, and three hundred militia swiftly changed formation, dividing into three ranks with astonishing uniformity:
One rank led by Long ran up to take over from the guards in maintaining order.
Another rank led by Er Long stood on the open space to the right of the sunshade.
The last rank remained in place, standing by the vehicle.
Throughout, no one spoke, nor were any orders given.
Although in Cheng Ye’s view, the uniformity was far less imposing than a modern parade, in the eyes of these refugees, who had never seen much of the world, it was shocking enough.
What’s going on?
The previously calm Fourth-phase Inspectors also stood up, looking towards the sunshade at the corner.
The First-phase, Second-phase, and even so Third-phase Inspectors couldn’t hold back, curiously discussing amongst themselves.
"Doesn’t count as a violation?" Garcia leaned over to ask the staff mber.
After receiving a definite reply, a complex and dazed look flashed in his eyes, upon closer inspection, there was a bit of bewildernt as well.
Luokuke, on the other hand, looked curious and surprised, previous emotions wiped clean, revealing a bit of understanding, seemingly comprehending why Ding Yishan would cultivate this Intern Inspector.
As for the other Eastern Inspectors, so even wanted to get up and investigate, but after being stopped by the staff, could only shake their heads regretfully.
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