The convoy slowed down before the bridge, where soldiers at the bridgehead were checking its transit documents.
Beyond the bridge lay the core area of the Federal Government—the Presidential Palace.
Conner had arranged a dinner party tonight, inviting some people over. It was also meant to give the people from Global Communication Service Company a formal introduction.
Everyone except him—all the shareholders and all the Board of Directors members—would be attending.
After repeated confirmations, the stopped convoy began moving again. The entire political core area had been placed under martial law.
The main reason was that the scavengers had caused quite a bit of trouble recently. Something always seemed to go wrong with their minds while they were scavenging. A few days ago, they had set fire to a shop.
No one knew why. Perhaps they felt the shop had failed to give them what they wanted, so they had retaliated by setting it ablaze.
The shop had then begun burning fiercely.
It was not just that shop that caught fire. The surrounding shops were set alight as well.
Many of Bu Peien City's firefighters had gone south, causing the rescue efforts to make no progress.
In the end, it was the military from the Restricted Area that had to intervene, putting out the blaze before it could spread across half of Bu Peien City's urban area!
They had directly bombarded the burning area with artillery shells, and before long, the flames had gone out.
The once-bustling urban district now contained a pile of ruins, and City Hall had urgently issued new city regulations.
Arson would be dealt with to the fullest extent, including permission to shoot the perpetrators on the spot.
They had also dispatched additional mobile Patrol Teams, mainly to patrol the central urban area. Anyone who dared