CHAPTER 1791: CHAPTER 1785: PERSUADING TO RETURN

In this area, not only was the group of men in camouflage uniforms present, but many other convoys with the same objective also gathered here, all aiming to obtain first-hand intelligence from the Zombie King battleground.

According to previous information, it seemed that the local Zombie King was trapped inside a cocoon by the Nightmare Zombie King. This situation had persisted for nearly two weeks without any noticeable change in the cocoon, piquing people’s curiosity about what was happening inside. At the same time, this caused significant turmoil within the survivor bases, as everyone was hoping for the White-haired Zombie King to win this battle. If the Nightmare Zombie King prevailed, humanity would be the next to face the Zombie King!

In order to understand the situation here, the upper echelons of various factions organized reconnaissance teams to venture here and gather intelligence.

Even though the cocoon hadn’t shown any signs of activity for a long time, it was still a battle between Zombie Kings, and the fight was not yet over!

At Level 9, even if everything seemed calm and safe, any sudden movement would spell catastrophic disaster for those nearby!

It’s worth noting that the previous battle between the two Zombie Kings changed the geological landscape of more than half of Province A in just half an hour, leaving barely any surviving life forms or zombies within hundreds of kilometers!

Initially, no one was willing to take such a big risk to come here. However, with high rewards at stake, brave souls emerged. It’s said that in some survivor bases, information about the Zombie King Battle could sell for as much as three thousand Yajin! Of course, that’s just for the lowest tier of intelligence that didn’t prove very effective.

More regular intelligence could easily fetch over ten thousand Yajin in trade!

This was an irresistible attraction for those Bounty Hunters. As a result, by the second day, many were drawn to the location to get the most recent updates on the Zombie King Battle.

"Not the Cloud Gorge Base? Then who the hell dares to act like they own this place?" The man in camouflage was irritated as he leaned against the car door. Though he said this, he didn’t proceed forward but waited instead.

There were many other convoys ahead, forming a line stretching for kilometers. In the distance, some people were faintly visible, seemingly interrogating the lead convoy.

Before confirming whether there was anyone stronger than them in the convoy ahead, the group of men in camouflage could only wait patiently, unless someone else took the lead.

Before long, the convoy at the front began to turn around and drove back. People in the following convoy watched them, and when they passed by the men in camouflage, one of them called out to try to stop them. This convoy wasn’t long, consisting of just three vehicles.

Seeing the other convoy slow down a bit, the man in camouflage smiled and shouted to the driver of the lead vehicle, "Brother, what’s going on up ahead?"

As he spoke, he approached the other convoy with his men. But before they took a few steps, someone from the other side suddenly pulled out a laser weapon and fired at their feet without a word. Dust and sand splattered, accompanied by a thick plume of black smoke. The men in camouflage recoiled in shock!

"F*ck, fed by dogs or something, what’s the meaning of this?" The man’s fury was ignited by the other’s actions. He was about to retaliate with a weapon, but the other side paid them no heed and sped away with a sudden stomp on the gas pedal.

"F*ck!" He had no inclination to chase after them. He knew what his group was there to do but was just used to being overbearing. Even the slightest disrespect toward him would leave him extremely displeased.

As the convoy disappeared from view, it was followed by the second one turning around, then the third and fourth. The man in camouflage felt a bit perplexed and eager to know what was happening ahead. But in the apocalypse, especially in cases like this, there was a severe lack of trust among people, making it difficult to strike up conversations with other convoy members. After repeatedly getting ignored by several convoys, the man could only curse out loud, "A bunch of cowards!"

The convoy of the camouflaged man was well-prepared for this endeavor. The more detailed information they collected about the Zombie King battle, the higher the transaction price would fetch. Two days earlier, a photograph taken from a kilometer away could sell for thirty thousand Yajin, and their target was undoubtedly not the lowest tier of three thousand Yajin!

Their ambition was big and crazy this time—they wanted more than just photographs taken from a kilometer distance. They intended to get right up to that cocoon and capture every line of it!

If they succeeded, everyone in the convoy would earn enough to ensure a worry-free life, never having to risk their lives on any other bounty missions again!

However, compared to them, more convoys were photographing from a distance. Those daring enough to shoot from three kilometers away were few, so at the outskirts of the basin where the cocoon was located, many Bounty Hunter teams were gathered, setting up their long and short lens equipment all around.

Some teams started packing up and leaving, while new teams arrived.

Convoy after convoy up front kept turning back, inching the line forward, and they moved slowly forward as well. But after the seventh convoy left, the eighth surprisingly stopped. Time passed unnoticed, and the long line of vehicles hadn’t moved forward for some time. Then, the man in camouflage saw people getting out of their vehicles and lighting cigarettes up front. Realizing it might be a while before they moved again, the people in the back followed suit, disembarking to take a break, making the man in camouflage impatient.

"Ma De! What’s going on now?" He got out to look ahead. The lead convoy seemed to be arguing with the checkpoint guards, insisting on progressing further, but the guards disagreed. He frowned and called someone out from the car.

"Hey, Old Huang, go check out what’s really going on up ahead."

The man called Old Huang heard this, and though he felt reluctant, knowing the man in camouflage was their convoy leader, he helplessly nodded, stepped out of the car, and headed up front with some items.

After Old Huang left, the man in camouflage waited a while but grew so bored that he bummed a cigarette off someone nearby and was about to settle against the car door. He just lit the cigarette and had barely taken a puff when suddenly a commotion jolted the surroundings. He quickly turned to see what was happening and discovered an off-road vehicle from the lead convoy being lifted by someone with one hand!

It seemed that a conflict had erupted between the convoy and the people at the checkpoint, and the scene became chaotic. Many people glanced forward, mostly with a mindset of watching the drama unfold.

Everyone got out of the vehicles to watch as a fit, angry man raised the vehicle up high in front of the checkpoint. Then, with a throw, he sent it flying into the distance, and the vehicle drew a parabolic line through the air before landing right beside the man in camouflage!

Dust scattered everywhere! The man in camouflage was momentarily stunned, waving away the rising dust to see the car beside him starting to emit smoke and listening to the screams coming from within. He looked forward again just in time to see several people emerging from the checkpoint. They seemed impatient and started to forcibly drive away the convoys attempting to enter.

Strangely, the convoys ahead offered no resistance. After seeing people coming from inside the checkpoint, they seemed to sense something and turned around to head back.