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Chapter 50 The real death row(2/2)

The cargo compartment was opened wildly, and the cold rain washed away the faces of several people. They looked at the outside world, and the old Dunling turned into a gray silhouette, appearing at the end of the grass. Looking ahead, there was more steel.

Waiting for them.

Under the pattering rain, the grass swayed in the wind, slowly revealing the long-abandoned train station behind it. No one has come to this platform for a long time. According to its original destiny, it should continue to be abandoned like this until...

Become part of the loess.

But now it has regained its glory. One after another, heavy armed trains are parked in the station. The huge gun barrels are pointing diagonally towards the sky, like a dense forest of swords. Technicians are running among the ready Ascalons. Before firing,

After making the final fine-tuning, the scavengers also stepped out of the shadows, exposed themselves to the sun, and guarded this stronghold.

The whistling wind came, followed by dark and heavy shadows passing by. Heavy armed trains left the train station one after another. Their direction was not in the direction of Old Dunling, but in the direction of Old Dunling along the railway tracks.

Driving, like a hound on a hunting trip, keeping a firm eye on the prey in the hunting ground.

Seliu looked at all this, her eyes filled with fear, and she turned stiffly to the far away city behind her.

"The 'death row' is used to hold prisoners who are executed, not to preserve the continuation of the fire."

Seliu felt that she could feel nothing. Facing this huge shock, her mind went blank.

“Old Dunling is the real ‘death row’.”

The armed train carrying Ascalon also started. They dragged the heavy train cannon, like a snake, tightly entangled the old Dunling, and the muzzles of the cannon were pointed at the city in the heavy rain.

Ascalon's coverage area, no matter where the target appears, will be poured out by their firepower.

Seleu opened the passage to other cargo boxes, opened the door, and what he thought was that they were also a group of unlucky people who were tied up. Nicholas followed and pulled off their hoods, and they were all familiar.

Most of the faces were researchers. Walking to the end of the cargo box, there was a pile of heavy iron boxes containing various materials and records.

Looking at Arthur, Arthur watched all this without saying a word, but at this moment the train entered the train station and stopped slowly. In the diffuse mist, Arthur saw familiar faces.

Arthur remembered them, many of them were his former subordinates, but after retirement, their records were archived and sealed, and their existence was erased by antimemes. Even now, when he sees them in person, Arthur

Only then did his memory slowly recover, and he remembered their past.

Then more memories emerged.

Scavengers, returnees...

Thanks to the long-term self-isolation of the scavengers, as an extremely important department of the purification agency, their disappearance should have caused huge turmoil. As a result, Arthur only slowly remembered these now. He could not imagine that if they

If you don't take the initiative to show up, how long will you be deceived?

"So is there anything you want to say?"

Arthur stepped out of the carriage, passed through the fog, and stood in front of the stranger.

Zuo Tang smiled. He should have stayed with Zuo Zhen, but the antimemetic influence on him was so severe that Arthur didn't even notice when he left Old Dunling.

“Let me introduce you to the real ‘Death Row’…

Or maybe it’s a ‘deus ex machina’.”
Chapter completed!
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