Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 897

Chapter 897: Chapter 289: New Reforms, Breaking Through Heavy Weaponry!

“Oh?” Cheng Ye stopped in his tracks, slightly surprised, “You’re inviting me?”

“Firstly, to thank you for saving my life during the assessment before, and secondly, to introduce you to two Legion officers,” Garcia explained with a smile. “Now, many inspectors at the checkpoint have agreed to let the Legion take charge; if you’re willing to join, you could likely advance further in your current position.”

Legion people?

Cheng Ye instantly understood, a glint of surprise crossing his eyes. He hadn’t expected Garcia to be so perceptive, already aligning with the Extraordinary Faction and getting involved with the Security and Integrity Bureau?

It’s no wonder—given Garcia’s previous antics, if the Integrity Bureau really wanted to investigate, they could easily turn things upside down.

But now, he could still perform his duties at the checkpoint, clearly indicating a close relationship with the Integrity Bureau.

Could it be that many inspectors with dirty secrets at the station simply defected to the Security and Integrity Bureau?

“No need for dinner, but I am interested in meeting them.”

Cheng Ye’s expression remained unchanged, as he changed the subject, “But the meeting location won’t be in the Buffer Zone; it must be in my Dapo Town.”

“Alright, I will convey your message,” Garcia said, unsurprised, nodding slightly as he pressed the clearance button on the desk.

The two walked through the quarantine area, leaving their armored pickup for disinfection, and made their way into the familiar Buffer Zone.

In just half a month, the changes at the checkpoint were already very apparent.

The most eye-catching change was the guards’ uniforms. Previously, they wore black and blue uniforms standard to the checkpoint; now, they were all replaced with bright silver-green ones, vaguely reflecting the shadow of the Cross Legion, completely out of place with the original style of the checkpoint.

And these guards were all unfamiliar faces, each tall, strong, and exuding authority without anger—clearly former soldiers retired from the Legion.

Cheng Ye didn’t test their attitude to see if they still respected inspectors as before.

Because from the guards’ eyes, he saw familiar detachment, just like months ago when he first went to the North Inspection Station with troublesome issues, where all the guards deliberately kept their distance as if avoiding the plague.

Passing through the main building of the South Inspection Station, he hadn’t walked more than a couple of steps before spotting a black pickup parked by the road.

The car door opened, and Jiang Chuan got out, evidently awaiting their arrival in advance.

He quickly stepped forward, smiling as he greeted, “Inspector Cheng, long time no see.”

“It’s only been half a month, not exactly a long time,” Cheng Ye shook his head in response. “But your spirit is much better than when I left.”

“The reform was very successful,” Jiang Chuan stated concisely. “Now the changes at the checkpoint are significant, no longer bloated as before.”

“So, turning the guards over to the checkpoint’s direct management instead became a problem?” Cheng Ye hinted at probing.

“Isn’t it?” Jiang Chuan chuckled, speaking frankly, “Professional work should be handled by professionals. You have to give up something to gain something. Let’s go, Inspector Cheng, Station Chief Ding instructed me to wait here for you and Inspector Matthew Lee. We need to first return to Central Station to pick up some materials and prepared care packages to visit Director Qin and then bail out Inspector Liu.”

“Huh, how did Station Chief Ding know I would come too?” Matthew Lee suddenly jumped in.

Jiang Chuan just smiled, not engaging with the comment.

After Jiang Chuan got into the car, Matthew Lee rubbed his nose and whispered, “Old fox.”

Ding Yishan’s depth was indeed unfathomable, possessing such comprehensive information and precise judgment that it was difficult for others to grasp.

Trying to figure out someone like him feels more strenuous than starting from scratch to build a Satellite City.

The car drove away from the South Inspection Station and onto the main road.

Cheng Ye leaned against the car window, quietly observing the changes in the Buffer Zone over the past half-month, yet couldn’t help feeling somewhat disappointed. Compared to the ever-changing development pace of the Satellite City, the Buffer Zone’s progress was painfully slow.

The previously dug-up pipelines still hadn’t been repaired completely; roadside construction sites undergoing demolition and reconstruction were proceeding methodically, but without any surprises worth mentioning.

Only upon entering the core area of the city could one notice some obvious new changes.

Some streets had been refurbished, public facilities were updated, and a large section of old housing was being demolished, with trucks constantly hauling away construction debris.

Reality once again confirmed a truth:

Renovating and upgrading an existing foundation isn’t as efficient as starting anew with a Satellite City.

Just like the bloated checkpoint trying to pivot. Even making sweeping reforms, it’s challenging to yield results in a short period.

To rejuvenate the Buffer Zone with new vitality, one must first have the courage to “cut the flesh,” thoroughly eliminating those “rotting” aspects stalling development.

Only by shedding the old shackles and redundant burdens can one truly enter the fast lane of steady development.

The pickup came to a steady stop at the entrance of the Central Inspection Station.

Matthew Lee got out and followed the staff to prepare the care materials for Qin Zhaoye.

Cheng Ye, meanwhile, followed Jiang Chuan into the operations building, heading straight to the top floor archives.

The archives were like a small library, with neatly arranged dense shelves storing a vast amount of paper materials.

To Cheng Ye’s astonishment, the one managing the archives was none other than… Deputy Station Chief Harlem.

Harlem, wearing a scholarly pair of glasses for who-knows-how-long, only gave a slight nod upon seeing him enter and then refocused on the stacks of documents in front of him.

Jiang Chuan, familiar with the place, walked to the information rack by the window, took down a file, and then led Cheng Ye to the nearby reading area.

“What is he doing?”

“Archiving and conducting preliminary analysis is originally one of Station Chief Harlem’s core duties,” Jiang Chuan whispered in explanation. “Every day, countless materials are sent here needing archiving, and a large amount of external information needs screening, evaluation, and recommendations. All the intelligence you use on fieldwork goes through the filtering and integration of Station Chief Harlem before reaching you.”