The Winds Are Changing

The gunshot fired by the man in the small courtyard was sensed by Qu Jianlei.

He was not using Supreme Coercive Pressure now, but Qian Jing was not very large. His A-rank senses alone were enough to pick it up.

He did not praise the man, even though he knew he might be able to stir up the Wasteland people's anger.

But it would be useless. He would leave sooner or later. Without his support, what could the local natives use to fight Central City and Canyon? Not to mention that there was a base above Canyon, which was practically a quasi-military force.

If it truly drew the Empire's attention, then even with him personally present, they would not be able to make much of a splash.

So, being able to ignite a few sparks of resistance first was good enough. The rest could be handled slowly.

In short, that gunshot confirmed for Qu Jianlei that his broadcast had not been completely useless.

As long as it worked, that was enough! The next moment, his body flashed as he rushed toward the City Garrison's base.

Two C-rank Awakened Ones and several Modified Warriors were hiding there. They were likely planning to use the Military Camp's defenses to hold out.

But it was truly useless. There was not even a protective shield here. They could only rely on firepower to drive back the enemy's attacks.

Qu Jianlei felt that Central City and Canyon had brought this upon themselves by insisting on keeping the Residential Area so backward.

If there had truly been a protective shield, it still would not have stopped him, but at least the other side would have had more support to coordinate with their counterattack firepower.

Just as Qu Jianlei had expected, the City Garrison soldiers, who had