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Chapter 427 Finding My Sister
Have they already started conquering the city?
Fu Xiaojian had a bad feeling.
The atmosphere inside the cabin became even more tense because of Xu Si's speculation.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
"Immediately," Nirvana's voice replaced Xu Si's reply.
"10...9...8..."
No one expected that Nirvana's "immediately" would actually be "immediately".
Everyone instinctively stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked down at the land rapidly approaching below the clouds.
"7...6...5..."
The clouds receded rapidly from view, as if being peeled away by an invisible hand.
The dark red sun slanted down from the west.
Then they saw it.
A city.
A city adorned with shimmering, golden lakes and mountains.
"4...3...2..."
The city's outline quickly became clear in the field of vision.
Apart from the most striking feature: the lake reflecting the last rays of the setting sun.
The city's landmark buildings are remarkably well-preserved.
"Jiangcheng!" Lin Zhennan exclaimed in shock.
He spent almost the entire first half of his life here, and unexpectedly, he has come back again after all this time.
With a "boom," Xu Si landed on Nirvana, raising a cloud of dust.
"What is that?"
On a small island in the middle of a lake not far from where the convoy of supplies landed, at the camp of the Bright Caravan, the sentry on the watchtower was the first to notice the anomaly.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
But the outlines emerging from the smoke and dust became clearer and clearer—that familiar fuselage?
"Fat girl?"
"What 'fat girl'? That's a fighter jet? Which convoy is so audacious as to use a fighter jet as a means of relocation? And how did it crash? Could it be another surviving convoy from the government?"
"Attention! Attention! A convoy is approaching!"
The sentry's voice boomed across the channel, filled with barely suppressed shock. He didn't use the words "arrived" or "coming," because the convoy had truly appeared out of nowhere.
The camp erupted in excitement.
It is clear that the island is quite large, but it is divided into seven distinct areas.
That means there are at least seven racing teams here.
The blood-red sun slanted down from the west, creating the most beautiful backdrop at that moment.
The island in the lake on the edge of the city, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, was like a jewel set in the crown of the city. The lake surface shimmered, and the golden light shattered into countless pieces in the breeze, a scene so beautiful it seemed out of place in a post-apocalyptic world.
At this moment, everyone's attention was not on the lake.
They stared at the dark red fighter jet that emerged from the smoke and dust.
There were no markings or serial numbers on the aircraft.
"This...it really is a fighter jet?"
"Will there still be flying fighter jets after the apocalypse? Where did they get the fuel? Where did they get the pilots? How did they land without a runway? Did they call out to them? Was there a response?"
"Are you blind? It's obviously a direct landing—this is 100% a rare artifact!"
The discussion on the watchtower erupted immediately.
"Hello, this is the gathering place for the Guangming Motorcade. Is anyone there to answer? Please state your purpose."
The only thing that can be confirmed is that this is definitely not something that can be controlled by the supernatural.
"Hey hey hey hey, it's open! The cabin doors are open!"
More and more people climbed up to the observation deck.
Xu Si glanced around and saw that there were at least a hundred people.
Strangely, the island in the middle of the lake seemed to be a perceptual depression in his star vein perception.
He could neither perceive the specific situation inside nor the energy fluctuations of the people on the watchtower.
Therefore, there is only one explanation: a special artifact or a sequence of extraordinary abilities.
Moreover, he must be a Sequence 6 or higher Transcendent, otherwise his Star Pulse would not have failed.
Xu Si put away his contempt.
The cabin door was fully opened, and a strong wind carrying the moisture from the lake water rushed into the cabin.
Tashan was the first to jump out, kicking up a small cloud of dust as his feet landed.
He squinted as he looked around; everything before him was so new and exciting.
He also saw the naked heads on the observation deck on the island in the middle of the lake, and felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.
One vehicle after another drove out of the engine room, and Xu Si floated down from the cockpit.
"This place seems to be more complicated than it appears!" Fu Xiaojian only tried to connect the call after the convoy came to a stop.
However, there was some good news: at least they weren't caught in a bizarre siege, and they didn't have to join the battle as soon as they arrived.
Nirvana, in full view of everyone, returned to its original form.
"Who is this convoy?"
"I don't know, but being able to fly and transform must mean it's not simple."
"Nonsense, look at that fighter jet just now, it must be ranked at least in the top 100 of rare artifacts, right?"
"Top 100? That's too low!"
……
"This is the Salary Train Team, requesting access!" Fu Xiaojian announced himself in the intercom system.
"A salary train fleet?"
Another murmur arose from the watchtower.
"That makes sense!"
"That makes perfect sense!"
"Oh, you're a big shot. That's alright then!"
"Let me see which one of you is looking for a girl?"
……
"Looking for a girl?"
The sausage repeated itself quietly, then realized something, quickly covered its mouth, its eyes curving into crescents.
She looked into the distance and then at Xu Si, wondering when Brother Dao had acquired this nickname.
Xu Si remained expressionless.
His space cloak fluttered slightly in the lake breeze as he flew over the watchtower and landed on the island in the middle of the lake, which was surrounded by the crimson-gold lake light.
Since star pulses don't work, seeing it with your own eyes is more reliable.
The island's campsites are divided into seven distinct areas, like seven different colored puzzle pieces pieced together.
Each area has its own unique characteristics in terms of vehicle parking, tent setup, and human activity—some are neat and orderly like an army, some are chaotic like a refugee camp, and some are quiet and deserted like an abandoned ghost town.
"It looks even more lively than we imagined!"
After learning the identity of the Xinhuo train team through the intercom system, there was no further communication. It seems they went to find someone of equal status to receive them.
Fu Xiaojian wasn't in a hurry. He looked back and saw that all the team members were excited.
They're in good shape, and morale is high.
"They're here," Shao Bing said, and everyone looked serious.
"Who's here?" Jiao Jiao asked blankly.
"The one who can make the decisions has arrived!"
In other words, a big shot has arrived.
At this moment, at one end of the observation tower, a group of people were walking towards the center of the observation tower.
The leader was a middle-aged man, burly and with a steady gait. He was wearing a pre-apocalyptic army combat uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular forearms.
"People from the military?" Fu Xiaojian frowned slightly.
The first impression represents a signal; if it's someone from the original government or a non-governmental organization, communication is actually easier.
If it's someone from the military, then it's hard to say.