Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Motorcycles are faster than RVs, and Ming Chu's bike had been modified. It didn't make as much noise as a standard motorcycle while running, but it had plenty of power, capable of reaching speeds of 200 km/h without feeling unstable.
As it happened, both Ming Chu and Wen Zheng were capable of handling such high speeds.
Most of this city had been submerged, and the rescue zone established by the authorities was also half-submerged in water.
However, the location Bai Jing gave Ming Chu wasn't in the water, but at a villa complex on dry land.
They lived there with near-arrogant confidence. They didn't care if they were being monitored, but if they happened to run into anyone, they would kill them.
Several people had already died because of this.
Because of this, the hatred Bai Jing and her team felt toward this group of malicious players had reached its peak.
"Number 3, move left quickly and retreat to the vehicle. Number 4, avoid their line of sight and move 50 meters to the right." Inside a vehicle five kilometers away from the villa, the officer watching the night-vision monitors issued orders rapidly.
He adjusted the positions of the soldiers monitoring the area. When he saw those people not doing anything at night, walking around as if they were on a stroll, or acting like cats playing with mice as they drifted toward where the soldiers were hiding, his rage was almost uncontrollable.
"Officer Bai, will the helper you mentioned really come? And can she really win? The people inside are practically... perverts."
It wasn't that he was losing his nerve, but they had tried to ambush them before with a team of nine skilled fighters.
In the end, only one person, severely wounded and barely clinging to life, returned with the footage. They had been wiped out in seconds, and that last person was only left alive on purpose.
At the end of the footage, all they saw were those two pairs of sinister, mocking eyes.
It was as if they were looking at ants.
And indeed, those players didn't seem to view the official personnel as any kind of real opponent. The warnings were just warnings; they were in a state where they were too lazy to kill unless they felt like it, preferring instead to toy with them and watch the panic and hatred in the officials' eyes.
It was fun, and it was amusing.
But they had no choice.
So many survivors relied on them; the authorities couldn't just retreat quickly.