Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 134 Kun Ge Takes Over, Outer City Resettlement Plan 1.0!

Liu Kun waited for a moment at the bus stop in front of the checkpoint.

Only after the previous group of scavengers had all left did he step onto the next bus heading to the city.

The car swayed and bumped along the way, the windows covered with a layer of dust, making it impossible to see the shantytowns and tent areas passing by outside.

'We've arrived at Library Station!'

The announcement system sounded, and Liu Kun got up, got off the bus, and turned into a narrow alleyway at the street corner, hidden by abandoned pipes.

The surrounding shantytowns looked like mushrooms growing out of the ruins, with tin roofs covered with plastic sheeting, faded old clothes hanging on clotheslines, and an indescribable stench in the air.

As one of the first shantytowns built in the past, it has naturally become the most dilapidated place in the entire buffer zone today.

About ten minutes later, a completely different figure emerged from the alleyway.

His stylish black trench coat was open, revealing a neatly pressed dark shirt underneath, with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing a well-preserved mechanical watch on his wrist, a piece passed down from the old days.

Liu Kun shook his half-dry hair, his previous dejected and timid demeanor completely gone. The sharpness and composure in his eyes were fully relaxed, and he returned to the domineering appearance of Director Liu who held power.

He gazed at the low shacks before him, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

The older generation of prosecutors were not entitled to such privileges; they had to set an example by living in this area.

Their old house was one of the houses there, and he lived there for more than ten years.

Even after the idealist took over, he had no intention of moving out to live in a tenement building.

Even more so than the bright houses in the inner city, he only felt at peace when he returned here.

Unfortunately, Liu Kun sighed softly.

The buffer zone has always lacked the potential for outward development. Over the years, there have been plans to expand outward, but each time they have been rejected by the higher authorities due to insufficient budget and excessive risks, allowing residents to gradually move outward through voluntary land reclamation.

It's stable, but the speed has slowed down to a snail's pace.

Today, Happiness City has lost its leading position and is gradually losing its luster under the pursuit of other sanctuary cities, and it is about to fall back into the ranks of ordinary super sanctuary cities.

But a large ship is hard to turn around, and even at this point, Happiness City still couldn't make up its mind.

At each meeting, the various factions would still argue fiercely about it.

Without external forces, it would be too difficult to start anew and develop like during the Great Pioneer Era!

It was only the appearance of the traveler that brought about a glimmer of possibility!
Thinking of this, Liu Kun raised his hand to look at his watch, which showed that it was already 2:30 pm.

There was only an hour and a half left until the 4 o'clock migration meeting.

At yesterday's first meeting, the checkpoint remained largely in the background, passively listening to the arguments from all sides.

But today is different, even if it means fighting Hou Rui and Carlo Dickinson and paying a price.

He also wanted the inspection station to gain some influence and secure some benefits in this changing situation.

We can no longer be as friendly as before, making everyone think that the checkpoint is easy to bully and manipulate.

After walking a while longer, Liu Kun turned into an inconspicuous courtyard by the roadside.

The iron gate was ajar, and inside the backyard, a gleaming black pickup truck was parked.

Liu Kun opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He casually pulled out the defense communication device that was plugged into the armrest box for charging. There was only an hour and a half left before the conference, and he needed to go over the story with Ding Yishan first.

When I dialed the number, there was a busy signal for four or five seconds before the call was quickly connected.

It was unusually noisy on Ding Yishan's side, with a cacophony of voices mixed with the jarring sounds of tables and chairs being moved, as if countless people were crammed into a narrow space. Liu Kun's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Old Ding, the meeting's about to start, where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

"Oh, Director Liu!" Ding Yishan's voice was a little hurried. He could be heard coughing and apologizing to someone on the other end of the line. The surrounding noise subsided slightly. "I'm in the inner city, here at the meeting."

"Why did you go alone?" Liu Kun's voice tightened instantly, and he immediately became nervous.

Whenever he and Ding Yishan went to meetings in the inner city, they would be constantly harassed.

Now that Ding Yishan is going to the meeting alone, won't he be skinned alive?

The thought that he had wasted time and might put Ding Yishan in an awkward situation made Liu Kun clench his knuckles so tightly that several finger marks were etched into the alloy steering wheel.

"The second migration meeting was brought forward, starting at one o'clock."

"What, it's ahead of schedule?"

Liu Kun was startled and looked down at the notification bar of the defense communication device. Sure enough, there were several unread messages piled up.

He had assumed it was just a routine notification, but when he clicked on the top one, he found it was indeed an inner city notification.

The second migration meeting has been rescheduled to 13:00 today, with notification time at 11:30 AM.

This was definitely intentional!
Could it be that someone knows my whereabouts and is deliberately using this opportunity to cause trouble?

Liu Kun's eyes darkened instantly; this was troublesome.

Fortunately, Ding Yishan's voice sounded relatively calm. "Don't worry, I told them you'd be here soon. Now's perfect, come on over."

"Ah."

Liu Kun responded with a suppressed somber tone, "Carlo Dickinson didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Carlo Dickinson

Ding Yishan paused, then couldn't help but look up at the bald man sitting at the table, looking at him with a kind expression, waiting for him to finish his call and come over to discuss the plan.

She shook her head slightly. "No, Director Carlo Dickinson is discussing the next steps in the resettlement plan with me."

A click.

Liu Kun felt as if something had squeezed his heart tightly.

Would Carlo Dickinson discuss the resettlement plan with Ding Yishan? Perhaps he'd force Ding Yishan to agree while he wasn't around?

He could detect a different tone in Ding Yishan's barely suppressed emotions.

But at this moment, as the only superhuman at the checkpoint, and as the only influential high-ranking member of the checkpoint.

He mustn't panic, much less act rashly!
Liu Kun took a deep breath, his voice regaining its composure, each word carrying an undeniable power, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon!"

"it is good!"

Ding Yishan had barely finished speaking when the phone was abruptly hung up.

Liu Kun abruptly shifted gears and slammed on the gas, the engine roaring to life.

Fine, dark green lines suddenly crawled up from the back of his hand, spreading like vines along his neck, quickly weaving into eerie patterns on his cheeks, and a fleeting crimson light appeared in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the patterns disappeared quietly, as if they had never appeared.

The black pickup truck shot out of the compound like an arrow and sped towards the inner city.

The good mood that had been there when they discovered Cheng Ye's talent vanished completely, replaced by murderous intent and rage.

stab.

The tires rolled over the wet, slippery ground, splashing up a trail of murky mud, and the black pickup truck suddenly stopped in front of the gate of happiness.

Before the metal guardrails were fully raised, just as the captain of the guards was about to signal the car to stop for inspection, the driver's side window rolled down in a flash, and a cold gaze shot straight at them, carrying an undeniable sense of authority.

"What?" Liu Kun pointed to the inspection-free sticker on the car window.

"Director Liu!"

The guard captain froze, then immediately stood at attention and saluted.

Having just been rebuffed by Ding Yishan that morning, he dared not provoke Director Liu, who was notoriously difficult to deal with, and hurriedly waved for passage, forgetting all security procedures.

However, by sheer coincidence, Chu Hong happened to stroll up to the door at that very moment.

Ever since Ding Yishan grabbed him in the morning, he had been restless, feeling that something big was about to happen, and he couldn't stand anyone.

Just as I reached the gate, a pickup truck drove in recklessly. Although it had an inspection-free sign, it skipped even the most basic identity verification. I was furious.

"How brave!"

Chu Hong frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward to intercept them, already shouting, "Who has the audacity to invade Happiness?"

Before he could finish speaking, an indescribable, immense force suddenly rushed towards him, like an invisible wall slamming into his chest.

boom!
Amidst the gasps of all the guards, Chu Hong's body flew backward like a leaf caught in a gust of wind.

It slammed against the alloy wall of the doorway with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust as it slid down.

The pickup truck came to a steady stop inside the door, which opened, and Liu Kun stepped out.

His black trench coat billowed in the wind, and he looked like a furious lion ready to pounce. He walked step by step to Chu Hong, who was sitting on the ground against the wall, and looked down at him.

"Director Liu?"

The moment Chu Hong saw who it was, he felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

How can a person stumble twice in the same place, especially within the same day?
Chu Hong was about to bite the bullet and say something in his defense, but the next second, Liu Kun's icy voice came crashing down.

"Starting tomorrow, the captain of the city gate guards will be replaced. Chu Hong, pack your things."

“There’s a job in the ruins. The Hundred Ghosts Gang has been causing trouble lately, so I plan to send you there to keep them in check for a while.”

"Wh-what?" Chu Hong was shocked and no longer cared about his dignity. He struggled to get up, but was nailed to the spot by the fierce look that flashed in Liu Kun's eyes.

He watched helplessly as Liu Kun turned and got into the pickup truck. The engine roared again, and the truck sped into the depths of the inner city, leaving only a black afterimage that grew farther and farther away.

The moment the afterimage vanished from his sight, the suffocating force finally dissipated, and Chu Hong's body slowly slid from the wall to the ground. He raised his hand to wipe his face; his palm was covered in cold sweat. The fear and disbelief on his face gradually solidified into an indescribable look of dejection, mixed with deep pain.

Good heavens, is something really about to change?

Ding Yishan was unusually assertive today, and Liu Kun went even further, resorting to drastic measures.

What's going on at this checkpoint?
The black pickup truck rolled over the stone path in front of the venue and came to a steady stop in the designated parking space.

Liu Kun sat in the driver's seat, his chest heaving twice. He took a deep breath to suppress his surging emotions, then pushed open the door and got out of the car.

For a fleeting moment, he considered using his supernatural powers to check on the situation inside the venue.

But then he immediately gave a self-deprecating smile. So what if he saw it? What was going to happen has already happened.

As he sped along the road, various scenarios repeatedly played out in his mind:

Ding Yishan might be bowing his head, being scolded with a document slammed on the table; or he might be clenching his fists, but swallowing his words amidst the laughter of the crowd; or perhaps, the scene he imagined, every detail, was like a needle pricking his heart.

And all of this is because of him.

Because he was absent and unable to uphold those pitiful rules, the tech-savvy and supernatural factions dared to bully Ding Yishan so wantonly.

"Old Ding, you've suffered a lot."

Liu Kun silently moved his lips towards the air, mentally rehearsing what he should say when he saw Ding Yishan. His Adam's apple bobbed, filled with an indescribable bitterness.

He climbed the steps and took two steps toward the entrance of the venue, but his gaze was suddenly fixed on the scene on the wall.

Two human-shaped holes were clearly visible, with fresh white marks still visible on the edges of the cement debris. Warm yellow light flowed out from the holes, casting mottled spots of light on the ground, which stung his eyes.

So, they've already made their move?
When the meeting ended yesterday, the wall was still intact, but in just one day, two holes appeared.

"You still have to use your fists to get things done and to follow the rules."

He murmured to himself, then laughed heartily, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and a resolute sense of despair.

He should have seen through all this damn thing a long time ago.

No matter how well something is said or how clearly the reasoning is explained, in the end, it all comes down to the fundamental principle that whoever has the stronger fist is right.

"Director Liu, you've arrived."

When the guards at the gate saw him approaching, they immediately straightened their backs and respectfully greeted him, their eyes filled with a cautious reverence.

In the past, Liu Kun might have nodded kindly and casually asked a couple of questions about the situation inside the arena.

But today, he simply walked past the guards without even glancing at them, not even lifting his eyelids.

The hem of the trench coat swept across the guard's trouser leg, stirring up a gust of wind.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Without a deeper integration, he had no confidence in dealing with a veteran superhuman like Yuan Gang.

But Hou Rui, promoted by the tech faction, and Carlo Dickinson, who always stirs up trouble, are two young guys who dare to act wildly in the venue because of their youth. Today, he's going to show them what real strength is.

Upon reaching the third floor, the noise emanating from behind the heavy wooden door surged like a tidal wave, with faint sounds of arguing and table-banging audible.

Liu Kun took a deep breath, the surging power in his chest almost bursting through his skin. His gaze was sharp as a knife, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and pushed the door open.

boom.

The solid wood door slammed against the wall behind it like a shield struck by a tremendous force, instantly cracking the brickwork with spiderweb-like patterns, and dust fell in a flurry.

Liu Kun stepped inside, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the floor.

His gaze swept across the entire area like that of a hawk, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The noisy venue seemed to be paused, instantly falling into a deathly silence.

From left to right, countless gazes shot over: there were the stunned ministers, Yu Hong in the back row with wide eyes, Hou Rui clutching his hair, his glasses slipping down to his nose and he forgot to adjust them, and Carlo Dickinson with his mouth slightly open, looking somewhat bewildered.

Then there was Yuan Gang, who sat in the main seat with several thick stacks of documents in front of him. He greeted us calmly, his expression revealing no emotion.

The moment all eyes were on him, Liu Kun felt a moment of discomfort. It had been too long since he had stirred up such a stir in front of everyone as "Director Liu."

He subconsciously looked towards the window seat on the right side of the meeting room, which was his and Ding Yishan's usual seat for every meeting, but his brows suddenly furrowed.

His and Ding Yishan's seats had already been taken, and when he looked over, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

provocative?

Do these people think that the checkpoint no longer deserves its former position?

Wait, where is Ding Yishan?
Liu Kun's gaze suddenly froze, locking onto the frontmost position on the right like a radar.

He could hardly believe his eyes. Ding Yishan was sitting in the seat that had originally belonged to Carlo Dickinson, with an unfinished cup of tea in front of him and a document in his hand. His face showed the same astonishment as everyone else's as he stared at him blankly.

That chair—not to mention Ding Yishan, even he himself never had the chance to sit in it.

Liu Kun stopped in his tracks, his anger momentarily faltering.

The imagined scene of Ding Yishan being oppressed was shattered, replaced by this completely unexpected sight.

But suddenly, the meeting room became lively again.

Lan Ni and Zhao Kai stood up abruptly, their faces beaming with unprecedented fawning smiles:
"Director Liu is here!"

"Quickly, Director Liu, come in quickly, we've been waiting for you!"

The moment the two finished speaking, the venue erupted in chaos.

Besides Yuan Gang in the main seat, even Hou Rui and Karlodick, who had been at odds with each other, suddenly stood up, their faces plastered with unfamiliar, friendly smiles.

"Old Liu, you've finally arrived!"

Hou Rui pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and said in a familiar tone as if he were an old friend, "This meeting can't function without your Public Security Bureau. I was just saying that I would send someone to urge them on."

Karlodickinson patted the empty seat next to him and said in a loud voice, "Director Liu, please sit here! Someone, bring another chair!"

"No need to bother."

Yuan Gang's voice came from the main seat. The usually stern deputy city lord had a rare, faint smile on his face, and his gaze swept over gently. "Sit next to me. You're so late. What's keeping you so busy in the buffer zone lately?"

As for the wooden door that had been smashed open, everyone ignored it and paid no attention to it.

It even feels normal.

After all, the checkpoint was so imposing today, yet Liu Kun arrived late; it's understandable that he was in such a hurry.

then.

Amidst a chorus of compliments, Liu Kun seemed unsure of his tone. He pondered for a moment, then put on a faint smile and followed Yuan Gang's gesture to sit down in the main seat.

It wasn't until his buttocks touched the seat that his head suddenly went blank with a "buzz".

I've taken the seat of honor?
I've taken over?
He subconsciously looked up and saw that the ministers in the front row all had natural smiles in their eyes, without a trace of their usual perfunctory attitude.

Looking to his left and right, Hou Rui was writing and drawing on a document, occasionally nodding at him, while Karlodick took a sip of tea, his gaze clearly showing goodwill.

Even Yuan Gang took a stack of documents from the thick pile in front of him and pushed it in front of him:
"Take a look, all the other departments have their plans, only yours is missing."

"As for coordination work," Yuan Gang paused, then turned his gaze to Ding Yishan, who was sitting at the head of the table.

"Station Chief Ding, you should take charge. After all, Liu Kun came from a checkpoint. It's much better to have you handle the security work in the outer city than to let all sorts of people get involved."

"Rest assured, Lord Yuan!" Ding Yishan immediately stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his voice booming, "With Director Liu personally in charge of the security work in the outer city, it is guaranteed to be foolproof. If anyone has any opinions, you can raise them now, and Director Liu can answer them personally."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter echoed in the room, and everyone's face showed just the right amount of agreement, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Liu Kun could even detect a hint of cautious flattery in those smiles.

"Alright, the security work will still be led by the Public Security Bureau. Let's first present the basic plan for everyone to review."

Seeing that no one objected, Ding Yishan sat down briskly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. Immediately, the meeting room was filled with the rustling sound of documents being searched and hushed discussions.

Only Liu Kun remained frozen in his chair, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the documents. A strong sense of unreality washed over him, almost making him wonder if he had bumped his head when he pushed the door open!
Is Lao Ding presiding over this relocation meeting that will determine the future of Happiness City and the buffer zone?
How can this be?

He suddenly looked down, his gaze fixed on the stack of documents Yuan Gang handed him.

Next to the title on the top page, it was written in bold, bright black font:

[Happiness City - Outer City Resettlement Plan, Version 1.0]

[Chief Host: Ding Yishan]

[Overall responsible department: Checkpoint]

[Estimated number of people to be resettled: 45 - 65]

[Specific Plan: The checkpoint will dispatch 30-60 inspectors to be responsible for the resettlement work on a contract basis. All departments will fully cooperate during this period, and the resettlement plan will be promoted in a district-by-district manner.]

"Ding Yishan, the chief coordinator?"

"The checkpoint, the one in charge?"

Liu Kun was a little unsteady on his feet and unconsciously murmured to himself, his voice so soft it sounded like a dream.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ding Yishan.

The station chief, Ding, who used to follow him around like a "gentle and timid man," now had a sharpness in his eyes that he had never seen before.
Wait, Old Ding has achieved oneness with nature?!

　P.S.: A major upheaval has begun! The next phase is one of rapid development! Goodnight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)