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The RV followed the agricultural tricycle and made several turns on the bumpy dirt road.

The front suddenly becomes clear.

A three-meter-high wall stood in front of me. It was not masonry, but made of thick iron sheets, welded with sharp barbs and coiled barbed wire.

Every fifty meters, a simple wooden sentry tower stood, with figures swaying above it.

This is Qingshan Town.

Lao Ma's tricycle stopped in front of the huge iron gate, and then honked the horn three times.

The iron door made a harsh friction sound and slowly moved inward.

Lin Hao noticed that there was a solid iron fence behind the iron gate, and a buffer zone of about ten meters was formed between the two gates.

Wengcheng, this is completely the design of catching a turtle in an urn. The person who designed this fortification is an expert at first glance!...

But the next second, the inner fence door also followed.

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes swept between the two doors that were opened at the same time. Although he did not speak, his hand holding the explosion-proof fork tightened.

Either he is extremely confident, or he is just... inviting you into the urn!...

The RV rolled into town and the streets were cleaner than expected.

On both sides of the road, people were repairing the walls of houses, and people were pushing wheelbarrows to transport soil.

In the corner of the square, a small piece of land was reclaimed and planted with green vegetables.

Everything was in order, even with a hint of the peaceful times before the disaster.

But every townie who passed by the RV had a similar expression on their face.

Not numbness, not despair, but a kind of calm that is almost resigned.

When they saw the huge RV, there was only a flash of curiosity in their eyes, and then they lowered their heads and continued to do their work.

The car was guided to the square in the center of the town.

A middle-aged man wearing a clean white shirt and his hair combed back meticulously came up to him with a smile.

Behind him were several people also wearing militia uniforms, but their aura was obviously different.

"Welcome, welcome to Qingshan Town. I am the mayor here, Zhao Yongnian."

Zhao Yongnian stretched out his hand, shaking hands with moderate strength and smiling just right.

The moment Lin Hao held it, the system panel flashed in his field of vision.

[Scan target: Zhao Yongnian]

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