Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 910

Chapter 910: Chapter 293: Cheng Long’s Legacy, Life Restart!

The Liu Family has lived here for as long as the Buffer Zone has been established.

Starting from Liu Bi’s father’s generation, they’ve moved several times over thirty years due to changes at nearby checkpoints.

It wasn’t until the 24th year of the New Era that they settled in the chemical plant community, where they lived for a full 11 years.

Liu Bi is a nostalgic person. Since he was old enough to remember, he hadn’t thrown away many things.

The slightly important items were kept at home, but the ones kept just for sentiment were piled up in the abandoned underground garage in the community.

The community was established in the fifth year after the millennium, using the old-style separated garages, designed and constructed independently, unlike modern residences where garages are built in the basement levels.

After calling over ten helpers from the community to help pack things, Liu Bi pulled out a heavy set of brass keys from under the bed and led Cheng Ye down the hill behind the community.

The massive alloy roll-up door blocked the entrance to the garage. On it, warnings were crudely painted in red: “Highly toxic inside, liable to collapse at any time, do not enter carelessly.”

“Is it really toxic?” Cheng Ye looked down, seeing that moss had grown half an inch thick, slippery and soft underfoot like stepping on an old carpet.

“It used to be, but not anymore.” Under normal circumstances, Liu Bi might have joked, but he was clearly feeling down at the moment, not even in the mood to introduce the history of the garage.

Cheng Ye noticed this and didn’t try to comfort him, instead silently walking alongside him.

When Liu Bi used the keys to open the locks around the roll-up door, he pointed to the left side: “Lend a hand. This door is heavy; Brother Long had it custom-made by someone. Over the years, it held the things he couldn’t bear to throw away, and I’ve stored some of my own inside too.”

Cheng Ye went to the designated spot and slid his fingers into the gap at the bottom of the roll-up door, gently lifting it up.

Whoa, this weight is ridiculous; it must be more than two tons.

The two men grunted and strained before barely managing to lift the door halfway open.

Liu Bi gestured for Cheng Ye to hold the door, while he carried one corner of the door panel, sidling in slowly: “I’ll count to three, two, one, and we’ll let it down together.”

“Okay!”

“Three, two, one!”

As the words fell, both simultaneously released the door, which crashed to the ground with a “thud” but did not produce a deafening noise as expected.

Turns out, the seams were padded with a layer of special yellow cushioning material that absorbed all the impact.

“This door can keep honest people out but not the dishonest ones. If an infection outbreak happens in the chemical plant community, I’ve advised Sister Luo to hurry inside with people to hide, since there’s nothing of value in here anyway.”

Liu Bi let out a breath of stale air and fumbled to press a button on the wall.

Buzz—

After a slight buzz from the preheated current, the garage lights gradually came on.

Not glaring white lights, but old-style tubes mounted on the ceiling, emitting a dim yellow glow like dust-covered candle flames, slowly filling the entire space.

At first glance, the place was far more spacious than expected, more like an abandoned warehouse than a garage.

The walls were exposed concrete, covered in scratches of varying depths, with some areas seeping dark stains like congealed blood.

The air was filled with a damp musty smell, the metallic tang of machine oil, and an indescribable hint of rust, bringing with it a choking chill as it entered the lungs.

Liu Bi pressed several more buttons, and two wall-mounted exhaust fans whirred to life, dispersing the oppressive air in the garage.

Cheng Ye’s gaze swept over the surroundings, the corners piled high with assorted items, cluttered nearly to the ceiling.

In the left corner were stacks of damaged boxes, the tape outside long yellowed and brittle, some boxes collapsing under the weight to reveal inside waterproof bags wrapping assorted objects.

More surprisingly, rusty wrenches, hammer heads with broken handles, and a pile of indistinguishable mechanical parts were also meticulously collected by Liu Bi, covered in a thick layer of dust.

There were even some rusty bicycles with bent handlebars, sagging chains, tires deflated into flat discs, and seats cloaked in dust thick enough to show clear handprints.

The right corner held even more miscellaneous items: rolled-up old pipes, dismantled wooden door frames, bags of unopened cement, and a few overturned iron barrels… countless items rich in history gathered together, reflecting the history of Happiness City.

Buzz.

Another light sound, and the spotlight in the center of the warehouse suddenly lit up, precisely illuminating the big guy parked in the middle of the space.

It was securely covered with a dark gray canvas, which had accumulated a layer of fine dust but still couldn’t conceal the massive silhouette underneath.

Its body length was noticeable, with a width far exceeding that of a common vehicle; the canvas stretched tautly, naturally hanging along the object’s lines, vaguely outlining the curve of the front and the raised contours on the sides, apparently fitted with a ram at the front.

Further back, the canvas left the rear partially uncovered, revealing a dark metallic shell underneath that shone with a cold, hard sheen under the lights.

It just lay there quietly, like a dormant giant beast, with an indescribable sense of oppression that remained palpable even shrouded in fabric, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding clutter.

Is this the armored vehicle Cheng Long left behind?

Unable to resist, Cheng Ye stepped forward. Undoubtedly, in sheer size, this vehicle dwarfed his off-road vehicle—nearly twice as large.