pertwk Chapter 283 The Walls of Raccoon City
Chapter 283 The Walls of Raccoon City
The highway on the north side of Raccoon City's outskirts.
A convoy of three military Humvees and seven modified trucks was slowly making its way along the broken road.
In the Hummer at the front of the convoy, Colonel Howard sat in the passenger seat, clutching a document in his hand.
The document reads "Raccoon City Safe Zone - Preliminary Assessment Report".
He had read this document over and over again.
If the US hadn't encountered this predicament, he probably wouldn't have even glanced at these documents.
However, he now needs to remember everything in this assessment report.
This report wasn't provided by Raccoon City; it was compiled by their Cheyenne Mountain intelligence department based on limited information.
Actually, Rongrong's story isn't complicated; it simply records how some people and Raccoon City were humiliatingly ceded to foreigners.
Of course, the part that is highlighted here is Lin Fan's personal information.
Howard is now 52 years old and has served in the military for 30 years, fighting all the way from the Gulf War to Afghanistan.
Even now, after the outbreak of the Angry Mountain disaster, he was incorporated into Cheyenne Mountain's emergency command system.
His attitude toward this mission was very clear...
The task is to strictly follow the instructions above, check out the situation in Raccoon City, assess the other party's strength, and then decide on the next steps for cooperation.
To put it bluntly, his presence here signifies the official "takeover" of the area.
At least that's how he understood it.
"Sir, the outskirts of Raccoon City are five kilometers ahead." Just then, the driver's voice reached his ears.
Howard nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, and made final preparations:
"Attention all personnel, we are about to enter Raccoon City. Remain vigilant."
The convoy continued on its way.
Three minutes later, the first anomaly appeared ahead.
There are obvious signs of cleaning on the road surface.
The abandoned vehicles and debris that should have been scattered everywhere were pushed to both sides, clearing a road in the middle for two-way traffic.
"Someone has maintained the road surface."
Howard's brow twitched slightly upon seeing this.
Soon after, less than a kilometer further, a second anomaly appeared.
Beside the main road, there was a handwritten sign:
"Raccoon City safe zone ahead. Non-hostile vehicles, please slow down and wait for guidance. Those who maliciously trespass will bear the consequences."
And whether it was a prank or not, the person who wrote this sign also drew a crooked smiley face below it.
This was something that even Howard, an old man, found very American.
Howard looked at the smiling face but didn't say anything.
His adjutant behind him couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What is this, a kindergarten?"
However, at that moment, the team observer's voice came through the vehicle radio: "Sir, there is an observation post at two o'clock high up."
Upon hearing this, the people in the car instinctively turned their heads to look.
The next moment, a figure could be vaguely seen on the top floor of a half-ruined commercial building on the east side of the road.
Judging from the reflection in the lens, it is either a telescope or a sniper scope.
"Three."
The adjutant in the back seat was observant and meticulous.
"Not one, there are three observation posts in total."
Howard nodded, then raised his hand and waved to signal the driver to slow down, and the convoy gradually slowed down and moved forward.
About two minutes later, a roadblock appeared on the road ahead.
It wasn't a simple roadblock.
Instead, two welded and modified heavy trucks were placed across the middle of the road, with steel plates added to their bodies, forming a temporary checkpoint.
There is a sandbag bunker on each side of the checkpoint, with two armed men standing inside each bunker.
Howard noticed that although these people's equipment was not uniform, they were all in good condition.
Moreover, the firearms were well maintained, the stance was standard, and the eyes were alert but not flustered.
They didn't look like militiamen. They looked more like trained soldiers.
The convoy stopped before the checkpoint.
A young man wearing a baseball cap emerged from behind cover, holding a walkie-talkie in one hand and casually resting his other hand on the pistol at his waist.
He walked up to Howard's car window and knocked.
Howard rolled down the car window.
"Cheyenne Mountain?" the young man asked.
"Yes. I am Colonel Howard."
The young man nodded and raised his walkie-talkie: "Outpost confirmed, Cheyenne Mountain convoy has arrived. Notify the city."
The walkie-talkie replied: "Received, cleared. Send someone to guide them."
The young man put down the walkie-talkie and looked at Howard: "Follow our car and don't deviate from the route, or we will not be responsible for any accidents."
Howard wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded.
The checkpoint opened, and the convoy followed a lead vehicle into the outer area of Raccoon City.
Then, Howard and the others saw the wall that belonged exclusively to Raccoon City.
A wall that stretches as far as the eye can see, covered in green and white fungi.
At this moment, the expressions of everyone in the convoy who were seeing the wall for the first time all changed.
It wasn't an exaggerated change, but rather a subtle shift in demeanor, like the brows gradually tightening and the pupils slightly contracting.
Looking out the car window, the entire Raccoon City was enveloped by this unique defensive line.
This wall is at least four to five meters high, and its thickness, judging by sight, is no less than one meter.
Especially as the convoy gradually approached, the dense mycelial structure covering the surface and its grayish-brown texture gave it a very hard visual appearance.
Of course, what truly shocked them was not the wall itself.
What truly shocked them were the things embedded in the mycelium, or rather, the wriggling zombies.
Countless zombies were embedded in the walls.
Some only showed half of their bodies, while others only had their heads left.
These zombies are not dead; their eyes are still moving, and their mouths are still opening and closing silently.
However, they were firmly fixed to the wall by the mycelium and could not move an inch.
From a distance, it looks like a wall from hell, and the zombies look like insects encased in amber.
And this insect was alive.
In the vehicle behind, several of Cheyenne Mountain's technicians were already pressed against the windows, their expressions shifting from curiosity to horror.
"What the hell is this..." someone whispered.
"Biological defense fortifications," someone replied, their voice trembling.
"How...how did they do that? It's an absolute miracle."
The crowd kept exclaiming in admiration, but the lead car showed no intention of stopping to give any introductions.
The convoy traveled along the defensive wall for about 300 meters, then passed through a gate made of steel and concrete, officially entering the safe zone.
The sight inside silenced everyone in the convoy once again.
The imagined apocalyptic chaos did not materialize.
On the contrary, the streets here are very clean.
And it wasn't just a barely cleared passageway from the apocalypse; it was a genuine scene of... someone maintaining the city.
As they ventured deeper, they gradually began to see signs of human activity.
Some people were carrying supplies by the roadside, some were repairing the exterior walls of buildings, and there were even a few children chasing each other in the open space in front of a building.
This scene of prosperity made the surviving humans from Cheyenne Mountain begin to have some doubts.
Are they the only ones suffering from the disaster?
Why does everything here seem so out of place compared to the outside world?
Inside the car, Howard's adjutant behind him swallowed hard.
"Sir...is this really the end of the world?"
Howard did not answer, or rather, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Soon, the guide led them to the former municipal building of Raccoon City.
Night Owl and his men were already waiting at the door.
Howard got out of the car, glanced around at his surroundings, and then looked at Night Owl.
"Where is your manager?"
"Young Master Lin is currently unavailable due to other commitments."
Night Owl replied, "I'm the deputy commander, codename Night Owl. You can talk to me first if you have anything to say."
"Not here?"
Howard frowned upon hearing this, feeling as if he had been offended.
"We notified you of our arrival time in advance, but your supervisor isn't here?"
"He has more important things to deal with," Night Owl said in a calm and composed tone. "Don't worry, I can make the decisions on what needs to be discussed."
Howard was silent for two seconds.
"Okay. Let's settle my people in first, then we'll talk."
"The accommodations have been arranged." Night Owl turned and led the way. "Follow me."
After taking a few steps, Howard suddenly spoke.
"How did they manage to build that wall outside?"
Without turning his head, Night Owl replied, "This was Young Master Lin's doing. I can't explain the specifics. If you want to know, he can ask Young Master Lin himself when he meets him."
Howard paused for a moment.
He glanced back once more at the gray-brown defensive wall in the distance.
The zombies trapped inside the wall were still silently opening and closing their mouths.
For some reason, the task given to him by his superiors came to mind.
Establish cooperation and gradually take over.
Before coming to Raccoon City, he was full of confidence.
But at this moment, seeing the uniquely styled protective wall of Raccoon City, he felt that this mission might never be completed in his lifetime...
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