Wu Heng led his skeleton squad and hid behind a cluster of waist-high, withered yellow bushes, observing the settlement in the distance.
A wall three or four meters high, reinforced with rough cement and abandoned vehicles, surrounded the settlement. Guards could vaguely be seen patrolling back and forth along its top.
Most of those guards wore mismatched leather armor or coarse cloth clothing, yet modern rifles were slung across nearly every shoulder.
The mixed style created a jarring sense of incongruity, like a fortress from another world paired with modern soldiers.
Wu Heng looked into the distance, his gaze sweeping over the mottled graffiti and broken slogans outside the wall. A few blurry Spanish words confirmed where he was.
"Mexico..." he murmured.
He had a base in Mexico as well. Back then, he had directly entrusted Qi Hancai with sending people to manage it and had not paid much attention to it afterward.
He had not expected the Empress Dowager to arrange the resurrection point nearby.
In the distance, the settlement's metal Iron Door stood open, forming a busy passageway.
Survivors moved in and out. Some carried bulging packs, while others pushed bicycles loaded with all kinds of supplies.
The flow of people was not sparse. This settlement appeared to be of a decent scale, likely at least meeting the standards of a medium-sized shelter.
A shelter of this size is very likely a member of the Dawn Alliance... If I can borrow their radio, I can contact Qi Hancai or Li Yahong.
The thought lifted his spirits.
But reality quickly made him frown again.
He turned and looked at his "team": ragged skeletons, a Skeleton Wolf the size of a grown bull, and a Skeleton Deer as tall as a horse, soul flames flickering faintly in their eye sockets.