"Central City really had some presence, huh..."
Lu Xin and the others got off the mountain about ten kilometers from Buffalo City.
They got out on a winding mountain road at a relatively high elevation, where they had a perfect view overlooking the land below.
It was afternoon. The sky, freshly washed by rain, was exceptionally clear. From far away, they could see a mass of dark buildings sitting amid the lush, ink-green plains. They looked like a monster lying prone on the ground, coldly watching the world.
Before the Crimson Moon incident, Buffalo City had probably been a medium-sized metropolis.
Even though it had now become an abandoned city, one could still feel the overwhelming pressure it radiated.
The military base outside Buffalo City also gave off the same oppressive feeling.
From where they stood, they could clearly see that a huge camp had already been established east of Buffalo City. Seven or eight helicopters buzzed through the air, circling above the camp. Below were rows of white tents, military trucks painted black, and all kinds of temporary equipment that had just been assembled—intricate and complex.
Truck after truck, packed with armed soldiers, circled the city, drawing out a long cordon.
"They couldn't have received the news before this morning, could they?"
Gecko was dumbfounded. Even from this distance, he instinctively lowered his voice. "Even if they set out the moment they got the news, it's only been a few hours. How did they manage to set up such a huge base hundreds of kilometers away?"
"That's Central City's style."
Chen Jing smiled and said, "They make it sound easy, but they never underestimate their opponents, especially this time, when the Black Table set its sights on the Research Institute and crossed their bottom line. Still, because Central City