Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 568
Chapter 568: Chapter 202: A Clear Path, the Road of a Leader!
It is memory, it’s inherent cognition!
Part of it comes from the modern era; in such a dark and eerie environment, it’s hard not to think of ghosts.
Another part comes from impressions formed by manuals, books, and word-of-mouth about the wilderness.
Frightening each other to death.
Many people, when mentioning the wilderness, think of constant crises and rampant infection sources, and naturally feel fear when they understand more.
Like the footsteps trailing behind earlier; if a powerful Fusion Body were to spring out, he could take up the knife and fight.
But the opponent never appeared, the threat remained by his side, and the more he stayed quiet, the more frightened he became.
Speaking about it now, he feels much more relieved, like shedding a layer of armor.
“Yes, fear, dread, even breakdown. Once you leave the Safe Zone, it’s normal to experience these negative emotions.”
Wang Kang took a sip of cold water and continued, “Director Miao talked to me before, saying that the new recruits of the Blood Dragon Corps cannot be directly taken out of the city. It has to be gradual, let them stay outside the city for three hours today, extend to five hours tomorrow, slowly adapt to the atmosphere of the wilderness to withstand the pressure.”
“If they go camping outside the city right away, even the elites of the new recruits can get scared and wet their pants, and some might even have lasting psychological shadows. Not everyone can adapt; many army soldiers have fought hard battles for two to three years, blocked infection tides, killed hundreds of Infected Bodies, yet still don’t have the courage to patrol alone at night.”
Indeed, Miao Yang is a competent teacher.
Perhaps he usually appears too adept, Miao Yang never mentioned these things to him, treating him entirely like a seasoned Inspector.
But when facing the simple-minded Wang Kang, even such details are considered, reminding him of things supposed to be said by someone else.
Wang Kang swallowed hard again and added, “Actually, I’m afraid too. But as long as I’m standing in a crowd, with others around me, I don’t panic. The Inspector’s manual also states that the power of the group is meant to help us bear these emotions.”
“Brother Cheng, if you’re afraid, let’s swap; I’ll keep watch tonight, you take a good rest.”
“What?”
Seeing Wang Kang’s genuinely serious face, Cheng Ye froze suddenly, his heart stirring up waves instantly.
Putting himself in the other’s shoes, if he didn’t have the strength of Martial Body, he wouldn’t dare say these words.
It’s not just a matter of fear, but also bearing the responsibility of “any mistake in night watch putting hundreds at risk.”
But he could clearly feel that Wang Kang is not foolhardily brave, but a firm emotion is pushing him, burning to make him say such things.
Cheng Ye paused, two people’s gazes met, a fiery emotion poured through their sight.
That was an emotion called ‘courage.’
“Courage…”
Cheng Ye remained silent; he somewhat understood why he felt fear, why he was afraid.
Regarding character, he is a typical “strategist type,” preferring to plan before taking action, hating unexpected loss of control.
In doing things, he always thinks of avoiding all risks in plans, making everything proceed orderly.
But in the wastelands where infection sources ravage, where is there “absolute control”?
He instinctively avoids surprises, unwilling to face loss of control, naturally lacking the courage to confront difficulties.
“Kang, what do you think I’m afraid of?” Cheng Ye frowned, picked up an enamel mug, drank cold water, suppressing the turbulent thoughts.
“Brother Cheng, I don’t know, but I can feel… sometimes, you might be thinking too much.”
Wang Kang still looked serious, “Your strength is so much greater than ours. If even you are afraid, dare not face it, then what hope do we have to survive?”
He paused, lowered his voice: “My dad used to tell me that the most powerful thing about Inspector Cheng Long isn’t his strength, but his leadership. No matter how dangerous things get, he always stands at the forefront, so people willingly follow him to overcome difficulties. Brother Cheng, you’re the same now. You’re bearing all risks yourself, protecting us behind. But the difference is, you are protecting us individually, not treating us as a force that can share the burden.”
“But actually, this world is independent, and everyone is independent. To survive, what you should do is not just take care of all of us but point out a path we can follow to survive, lead us together. If you only drag us along purely, you’ll be afraid, we’ll be afraid, because as soon as you let go, you leave, we are doomed. But conversely, if true hardship comes, even if you fall, we can still step up to protect you.”
“Wait…”
Cheng Ye waved his hand and pulled out a notebook from his backpack, couldn’t help but laugh: “Inspector Wang’s words are too profound, I can’t digest them all at once, need to jot them down and think it over.”
Puff.
Wang Kang’s previously tense expression instantly twitched, couldn’t help but laugh.
But as his gaze turned, he saw that Cheng Ye did not write down what he said in the notebook, only a single word:
Road?
What is ‘road’?
Wang Kang was about to inquire further when he saw Cheng Ye add another line:
A road open to everyone!
Before he could grasp the meaning of these words, the neighborhood outside suddenly became noisy, like the residents from the Red Zone gathering together, shouting voices carried over by the wind.
The Blue Zone residents building defenses stopped, each grabbing a wrench, iron rod nearby, nervously gathering together.
Upon seeing this, the two of them exchanged a look and stood up simultaneously.
Fastening his helmet, Cheng Ye motioned everyone to stay calm.
Walking through the supermarket’s alley into the main street area, sure enough, it was brightly lit at the border, surrounded by dozens of torches.
The residents of the Red Zone crowded around, with three corpses placed prominently in the circle’s center.
“Red Zone’s matters are unrelated to us. Those who want to see, follow me, no crowding; those on duty, keep watching, no leaving post.”
Cheng Ye thought for a moment, shouted to those behind him.
The previously tense residents suddenly sighed in relief; apart from necessary patrol team members, even a few curious children joined in.
Life’s cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death is part of existence.
And in the wasteland, death is not a terrifying matter; even in the safest Super Shelter City, large-scale casualties often occur.
A group stepped out mightily, and Luokuke and Garcia at the border were not surprised.
Tonight, everyone was to spend time in the same place.
The threats aren’t just for the people in the Red Zone; all residents in the Blue Zone can’t escape.
Close by, upon seeing the tragic state of the three bodies on the ground, Wang Kang visibly trembled.
On the side, two corpses’ skin was spiraled with dense patterns, with a bloody hole at the center of their brows; evidently, they were shot in the head.
The one behind was far more horrifying, with two massive dark green crab claws stretching from its back, an empty neck with only two lonely stalks remaining, clearly visible from the side the suggested neck filled with writhing flesh and organs.
Ugh.
Wang Kang tried to hold back but finally lifted the visor, supporting himself against the wall and retching.
The Blue Zone residents who had hurriedly arrived also turned pale, a few children who peered over had their eyes tightly covered by adults.
“The two missing people were found?” Cheng Ye pointed at the two corpses to the left, asking Luokuke in a calm tone.
“Yes, I’ve already killed them.”
Luokuke nodded, his face gloomy as if it could drip water, “But they are not the ones I selected!”
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