Nina Jacobs and her group were led to a few low-slung, single-story buildings by the roadside.
This row of buildings had probably been a line of small restaurants before. Signs for things like "*zhou Ramen" and "** Rice Bowls" still hung above the doorframes.
As for the camp the men had mentioned, it turned out to be a bus station across the road.
The walls surrounding the bus station had simply been raised and reinforced with an electric fence.
"It looks like this is a long-term encampment for Riventon Base."
Adrian Shaw said. Those men had already told them they were from Riventon Base.
"Mm."
Nina Jacobs observed her surroundings.
Behind this row of single-story buildings was an unobstructed wasteland. The perimeter of the wasteland had been blocked off with layers of paneling, and the road itself was sealed. It should be relatively safe for them to rest here tonight.
"We’re less than two kilometers from the gates of Aethelgard. These people are definitely more than they seem. We need to be careful."
Joanne Page added.
"More than careful. I’d say they’ve already marked us as fat sheep."
Shirley Lucas scoffed.
He highly doubted those people would be kind enough to let them stay in their camp.
But this was the only road to the gates of Aethelgard. All other routes required a long detour onto the highway.
Trevor’s group had also mentioned that the highways around Aethelgard were nearly impassable.
"There’s only one thing they said that might be true: that hundreds of thousands of zombies are locked up inside Aethelgard."
Nina Jacobs said.
They were so close to Aethelgard, yet there were no zombies around. That could only mean one thing.
The zombies had all been sealed inside the city.
"Look! They’re back too."
Not long after they had gotten out of their vehicle, Leo Hale noticed the four armored cars driving into the bus station across the road.
"If they come over later, I’ll need a few of you to stall them."
Nina Jacobs said.
Holden Shaw and Chase Gallagher had gone to scout the area, and she was worried they would be spotted by those people on their way back.
"Miss Jacobs, let us go."
Beaumont Wallace volunteered. Damian Coleman and Marcus Miller were with him; the men seemed to be thick as thieves.
"I’ll go too," Leo Hale said.
"Okay. Remember, my name is Summer Warner,"
Nina Jacobs instructed.
Just as she expected, a large group of people started walking over from across the road before long.
Beaumont Wallace and the others pretended to clean up the area, while Leo Hale used his Gold Element Superpower to reinforce the doors and windows.
Seeing the people get closer, the men exchanged a glance and went to meet them.
"What are your names?"
David Rowan looked at the young men and asked casually.
Leo Hale and the others hadn’t expected them to ask for their names first.
Remembering Nina Jacobs’s instruction, Leo Hale casually made one up: "My name is Rex."
Beaumont Wallace’s pupils constricted slightly. "My name is... my name is Walter Warner."
In his nervousness, Damian Coleman thought of a novel he’d recently read to pass the time and blurted out, "I’m Dominic Coleman!"
Marcus Miller said, "My name is Gregory Miller."
’Rex, Walter Warner, Dominic Coleman, Gregory Miller?’
David Rowan’s expression immediately soured. ’What kind of garbage names are these?’
Nevertheless, he extended a hand and pointed at Leo Hale.
"You... what’s-his-name? Rex?
Take us to your leader. We have something to discuss."
"What is it?"
Leo Hale and the others quickly blocked their path.
"What? Do we need your permission to see your boss?"
Suspicion flickered in David Rowan’s eyes.
’Are these guys deliberately blocking us?’
"No! Our boss and the others are still... still..."
For a moment, Marcus Miller didn’t know what to say.
They all came from a military background and were terrible at lying.

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