A towering high wall, like an insurmountable chasm, completely isolates the desolation and decay of the Wasteland World outside.
Inside the wall, the Inner City and the Buffer Zone outside seem to be divided into two completely different dimensions.
On the wide two-way drive, various vehicles shuttle back and forth, numbering tens of times more than those in the Buffer Zone. At important intersections, there are even automated traffic lights, orderly and regulated.
A black pickup truck smoothly drives on streets as smooth as a mirror. Ding Yishan and Liu Kun chat casually, while Chuan stares out the window, slightly dazed and lost.
The Buffer Zone has just suffered a calamity that claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands, with numerous areas flattened by infection sources. A large number of residents, carrying simple luggage, chose to migrate, lamenting all over the land.
