109: Chapter 109 Privileged Management Committee!

The junction of the 8500-kilometer road section.

At this moment, all the tracks of the Super C Districts officially merged and integrated.

At this time, at the end of the junction lanes.

A massive convoy, exceptionally well-equipped and with a style completely out of place in this bloody wasteland, was stationed here.

This convoy consisted of tens of thousands of heavy armored off-road vehicles uniformly painted black, with riot warning lights flashing on their roofs.

In the center of the convoy, like stars surrounding the moon, sat a super-luxurious bulletproof heavy RV over twenty meters long.

The interior of the RV was magnificently decorated, even featuring expensive handmade carpets.

A pot-bellied middle-aged man with slicked-back hair sat comfortably sunk into a wide leather executive chair.

Holding a high-end stainless steel thermos, he slowly blew on the goji berries floating on the water's surface before taking a gentle sip.

This man was named Zhao Dehai.

Before transmigrating into this apocalypse game, he was a high-ranking official in a certain institution, wielding real power and accustomed to giving orders.

After transmigrating, he used the rhetoric and manipulative tactics accumulated from his time as a superior in the old era to quickly gather a group of ruthless thugs and so-called "former subordinates."

They operated under the grand banners of "Continuing the Spark of Humanity" and "Establishing a New Doomsday Order."

In Super C3 District, they established a privileged organization called the "New Boundary Management Committee," and he dubbed himself "Director Zhao."

Those ordinary players who naively believed in their "official background" not only handed over their weapons and blueprints but also became nothing more than captive miners for their black-hearted operations.

"Director Zhao, all departments are in position."

A seductive female secretary in a tight uniform and gold-rimmed glasses walked forward, swaying her hips while holding an electronic report board.

"The barriers between the major districts have completely disappeared. So far, we haven't seen any large-scale convoys approaching."

Zhao Dehai put down his thermos and spoke with an air of official authority.

"Mhm, very good."

"Xiao Li, when we in the Management Committee do things, we believe in nipping problems in the bud."

"As for these players from other districts who have just merged in, it doesn't matter how they operated on their own turf before."

"Now that they're in our Ultimate C District, they have to follow the rules of our Management Committee. Do you understand?"

Zhao Dehai leaned back in his chair and tapped the table, putting on a hypocritical show of being compassionate.

"This group of migrant populations lacks organization and discipline!"

"It's easy for crime to breed in the apocalypse!"

"To ensure the absolute safety and harmony of our new district, we must implement strict [Unified Dispatch] for these vehicles coming from other defense zones!"

The female secretary immediately understood, pushing up her glasses and revealing an equally hypocritical sneer.

"I understand, Director Zhao."

"I have already notified the Law Enforcement Brigade to set up cordons at all the upcoming junctions."

"All incoming vehicles must pay eighty percent of their supplies as a [New District Construction and Development Tax]."

"High-tier blueprints and powerful weapons must be unconditionally handed over to the Management Committee for unified safekeeping as [Dangerous Controlled Items]."

"As for the troublemakers who refuse to cooperate..."

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in the secretary's eyes. "Execute them on the spot and carry out a forced seizure!"

Hearing this predatory plan that could only be described as the work of a reincarnated vampire, Zhao Dehai didn't think it was excessive at all. Instead, he nodded with great satisfaction.

"Young lady, you have a very good sense of the big picture."

"Go on, follow the procedure."

"Today, our Management Committee is going to contribute another brick to the revival of all humanity."

Outside the RV.

The Management Committee's "Law Enforcement Brigade" had completely sealed off this Gobi plain.

Densely packed metal caltrops, spiked tire shredders, and hundreds of ready-to-fire heavy multi-barrel rocket launchers were aimed directly at the junctions from the other districts.

Tens of thousands of thugs in black uniforms, carrying assault rifles and high-voltage stun batons, blocked the middle of the road like a black iron wall.

A few solo players passing through the checkpoint were kneeling before it, crying their hearts out.

"Officer! Please, have mercy! I really don't have any supplies left to pay the tax!"

"My wife is sick. Can we please keep this last half-bottle of water..."

"Bang!"

Before the emaciated solo player could finish.

A law enforcement captain wearing sunglasses stepped forward, swung his rifle butt, and smashed it into the man's face, leaving him covered in blood instantly.

"Stop fucking acting pitiful with me!"

The law enforcement captain spat with a face full of disdain.

"Director Zhao works day and night to ensure your safety. What's wrong with collecting a bit of supplies as a security management fee?!"

"No supplies? Then leave your car to be confiscated and get your ass to the black mines in the back to dig stones to pay off your debt!"

The solo players looked at this "Management Committee," who were ten thousand times more black-hearted than bandits, their eyes filled with despair, yet they dared not speak out.

Because in this district, the Management Committee was the law!

Those who resisted them had long since been blown into scrap metal by those hundreds of heavy rocket launchers!

Just then.

"Beep—!!!"

Inside the RV and in the hands of all the black-clad law enforcement personnel, the radar detectors suddenly emitted a piercing red alarm!

"What's going on?!"

Zhao Dehai, who was about to continue drinking his tea, frowned and looked at the secretary with dissatisfaction.

The secretary looked at the radar screen, her face turning pale instantly, and even her voice changed pitch.

"Di... Director!"

"The radar shows a massive number of unidentified vehicles approaching at high speed from the direction of the former Super District C4 track!"

"The... the number exceeds one hundred thousand?! And..."

The secretary swallowed hard, feeling as if her understanding of reality was being overturned.

"And the driving speeds of these vehicles are completely synchronized. They... they're all racing at over three hundred kilometers per hour!!"

"What?!"

Zhao Dehai stood up abruptly, spilling the goji berry water from his thermos all over the expensive carpet.

Over three hundred kilometers per hour?

And synchronized?!

You've got to be joking!

Is this a fucking convoy or a missile launch?!

Zhao Dehai forced himself to stay calm, straightened his wrinkled suit tie, and let out a cold snort.

"What's the panic! You useless thing who hasn't seen the world!"

"So what if they're fast? Can they be faster than our rocket launcher positions?!"

"Pass down my orders! Tell the Law Enforcement Brigade to raise all the tire shredders!"

"Turn on the loudspeakers and show these country bumpkins who don't know the rules what's what!"

"Tell them to stop immediately and undergo a security inspection by the Management Committee!"

"Otherwise..."

Zhao Dehai's eyes turned cold. "Treat it as violent resistance to the law and destroy them on the spot!"