On a plain surrounded by hills, a military base rose abruptly from the ground.
But with the passage of time and poor maintenance...
The situation inside the military base already looked rather bad.
The barbed wire on the walls had all rusted, with quite a lot falling off, and the metal facilities inside also showed extensive traces of rust.
Many new wooden huts and tents had been put up on the camp's original grounds, a chaotic jumble with no unified layout.
The base's toilets had long since fallen out of use, and the air was thick with the stench of shit and piss.
Many people lay haphazardly in the filth like walking corpses, striking all manner of strange poses. They looked like zombies, with bizarre expressions on their faces.
The sight left the newcomers who had just infiltrated the base feeling somewhat sick.
"I knew we shouldn't have expected anything from these grunts. I thought we might find some good stuff here, but looking at this mess, their weapons probably haven't been maintained either. Their nuclear bomb must be useless by now."
One man with curly brown hair felt rather disgusted by the surroundings.
Before falling into the Abyss, they had been elites at the Law Firm and lived in proper wealthy residential communities. They understood the hazards of these things and had an innate disdain and aversion toward people at the bottom.
"If the nuclear bomb is useless, how could it have made Lord Fortune Teller sense danger here? Their strongest are clearly only at the third or fourth Golden Body transformation. Still, their Qi-Blood Martial Arts do have their merits-"
"Exactly. That's the problem we need to solve. Those idiots from before were too aggressive and gave them time to prepare."
Ross sighed regretfully.
With the base in