"Xiaoyun, I got the footage all set up."
As Mingxu positioned the laptop towards Xiaoyun's seat, his face didn't change a single bit.
It was clear that Ningjing hadn't told Mingxu what she had talked about earlier in the confrontation.
"Great. Let's take a watch."
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"Today is May 8th. The first day of scouting the tro station... This is 3rd Division's 105th squad reporting."
A male voice appeared as the cara view shook several tis before it got firmly attached to soone's chest level.
"You all excited for the trip?"
The man's voice appeared once again as the view shifted from black to what seed to be a tro entrance.
A long escalator alongside two staircases on opposing sides, all leading down to a dark room.
"Hell no. This is like the worst possible scouting mission we are ever assigned to."
As the cara panned to the left, two soldiers, one old and the other young, appeared in the view.
"It's not that bad. Co on, let's just get this done, " the older soldier replied as he prepared his rifles.
Just as the cara began to move forward, the view suddenly turned to the right, showing seven people who were ard to the teeth.
From night vision goggles to riot shields, they almost looked like a blend of riot police and special ops.
"You guys go first."
A voice appeared from above, seemingly to be the soldier that the cara was attached to.
The four n with riot shields walked to the front while the other three n with rifles stayed in the back.
"Ready up."
As the young and old soldier re-attached their gear, all of them were now in a uniford position.
With every step down the staircase, the cara picked up the echoes as it traveled from the tro and back.
The cara was shaking up and down, with no regard if the footage itself was stable enough.
After almost a minute, the cara shake finally stopped.
The ten soldiers had arrived at the bottom of the staircase, where everything ahead of them was completely pitch black.
With only a slimr of light coming from the back of the tro entrance, they couldn't even see their hand when they stuck it in.
Despite the pitch black, the soldiers advanced as the footage faded to black.
A few seconds later, the footage resud as four soldiers with riot shields stood before the cara.
Everything was now black and white, with rhythmic taps every step the soldiers took walking forward.
"It's so quiet, " one of the soldiers murmured, as the only sounds were them walking on the floor.
As the soldier with the cara began to turn left and right, they were already at their first obstacle in the tro.
"No power." One of the soldiers murmured as they tapped the turnstile ahead of them.
"Just take the employee route."
As the soldiers kicked the fence open, they easily passed the turnstile, taking the fast route on the side.
"Why does everything look so clean?" another soldier murmured, as the entire tro looked barely touched.
"Odd..."
The cara suddenly detached from the chest as it appeared to be now hand-held.
Within seconds, the cara began to zoom in on one of the employee counters as they walked past a booth.
"A layer of dust... This place seed to be completely abandoned. No trace of zombies at all."
After the short report, the squad of soldiers quickly went back into formation, with the four leading in front.
anwhile, the caraman stood in the middle, holding the cara as it began recording everything around them.
From the dead ATMs to the giant poster advertising so of the gas before the outbreak, there were zero traces of damage to them.
It was almost as if the tro was frozen in place as they continued down the long path before stopping at one of the maps.
Zooming out, they could see a giant map connecting the entirety of the Pearl River with tro lines.
A singular line that connected from Zhaoqing all the way to Dongguan connected by a highspeed rail.
After looking for a bit, the cara zood in to the location they were at, which was just a basic underground tro station near the end route.
"Thank God these tro lines aren't the sa as high-speed rail lines, " one of the soldiers murmured.
"Yeah... You guys think we're going to get to use these tro lines one day?"
A young voice behind one of the riot shields asked as they watched over the nearby area.
"Nope. Impossible. Why would you want to make the tro run again towards Zhaoqing, of all places?
"This city has nothing in it... Those stupid armchair analysis in Luoping should be drafted if they want to go here."
An older voice answered back, seemingly to be the one from the beginning earlier.
"Ahem, let's just continue. We need to stay on track."
As the mission resud, the soldiers continued forward until they ran into a split end.
"Which one do we take?" One of the soldiers in the front asked.
"Let's go to the closer one first."
As they turned right and headed down another staircase, the footage began to shake rapidly as the soldiers started speeding down.
However, despite the shake, the footage showed what seed to be an entire tro train sitting right at the station.
"No traces of chaos at all again..."
Arriving at the tro station, they all quickly examined the surrounding area, only to find the tro train itself had all the doors opened.
With a short peek from the outside, there was not a single living thing anywhere near the train.
After walking down the entire platform and looking through the tro train's window, they still couldn't find any trace of human remains.
They couldn't even find any bugs or insects besides just a bunch of dust everywhere around them.
"Split up into two and check each one of them."
The formation instantly broke off as the soldiers paired up together and started walking in different directions.
As the cara walked into one of the trains, the inside finally showed so signs of human remains.
It was a school backpack with a little plush attached to the back of it.
"You stay here. If I don't say a word after five seconds, run out and yell sothing is wrong."
The soldier in the cara view nodded as the cara once again got re-attached to the caraman's chest.
"A school backpack, seemingly to be abandoned a long ti ago."
As the pair of hands began to unzip the backpack, the cara suddenly faded to black.
"Whew, that was close... Ugh, that was so much dust... Hope the cara isn't all ssed up from that."
With a few wipes, the dust on the cara lens mostly cleared up as he resud opening the backpack.
To no one's surprise, the inside was just so old textbook and howork paper of so student.
"August... The sa month as the outbreak."
Having gathered all the information, the caraman re-attached the cara to his hand and turned back to his fellow soldier.
"Nothing valuable. Let's leave."
As the two of them headed out, the other four pairs had already left their train section.
"All just a bunch of abandoned luggage and items. Nothing valuable." One of the soldiers stated the sa, and the other stated the sa.
"Huh... Let's go check the front then."
The squad quickly turned into formation as they began heading towards the end of the tro platform.
After arriving at the entrance to the driver's seat, they were blocked by a locked door.
With the reinforced tal door and a keycard pad on the side, there were ways for them to enter.
"How are we getting in?" One of the soldiers asked.
"Explosive?" The other soldier suggested as they all turned towards the cara.
"Jing, can you crack it?"
"I can try."
As a soldier with a young voice answered and stepped forward, he positioned his rifle's stock right against the keypad.
With a smash, the glass instantly scattered all over the floor, leaving a bunch of wires exposed.
More important, the four screws that were holding the keypad were now fully exposed.
"Give a second... Let find my screwdriver."
After looking for a bit, Jing finally found a screwdriver in his backpack.
He quickly unscrewed all four of the screws, causing the keylogger to fall onto the floor as he pulled out another tool.
"Can soone hold this?"
A nearby soldier quickly forward to help, holding what seed to be a car battery charger
"Ti to see if this works... Perfect!"
The train door finally slid open, revealing an empty seat with nothing much inside.
"You guys stay here. I'll have a check myself."
None of the soldiers rejected the idea, as the driver's seat room barely had enough space for another person.
As the caraman entered the driver's seat, he began looking for any sort of clues or signs that told what happened here.
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