Achoo!
"Damn it... who the hell is thinking about me again?"
Northern Fourth Ring Road, front line.
Sporadic gunfire continued in the distance, making Ditewei, standing in the street, tense up involuntarily.
He had a habit: whenever he got nervous, he could not help sneezing.
The situation here was completely different from the western front.
The western front was a ruin piled with concrete rubble, while the scattered buildings here resembled a forest. Behind every pitch-black storefront window, it felt as if a pair of crimson eyes were hiding.
It was obvious these country bumpkins were dealing with the tide for the first time. The buildings and streets here clearly had not endured prolonged artillery bombardment.
If they could not clear out a relatively open area amid the ruins, they could only fight those mutants in buildings and narrow alleys at close quarters.
The endless stream of mutants would surge in like a tide. Holding them back would be nothing short of a miracle.
Adjusting the gas mask hanging over his face, Ditewei took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
It was already noon.
As the chosen representative, he would meet the lord of this "emerging market" in the north on behalf of all the businessmen interested in it—the Administrator of Vault 404.
Beside him stood two other partners, along with more than a dozen bodyguards who had escorted them here.
To be honest, this was not a good job.
If the others had not promised him the largest share, and if the Vega Trading Firm had not monopolized all the spoils from the western front, Ditewei would never have volunteered to be the first one out, coming to this barbaric land to open up a market.
Beyond the Great Wall, people who followed the rules were few