"I understand."
Nina Jacobs didn’t press the issue.
’A different designated station every time?’
’Looks like they’ve gotten smarter this time.’
"Let me show you around first," Wyatt Holden said as they walked.
"General Hughes and you will be setting out before dawn."
"You don’t need to overthink it or ask the General too many questions. Just focus on doing your part."
"I understand."
Nina Jacobs asked no more questions.
Instead, she began to carefully observe her surroundings.
Although the tunnel was underground, it was brightly lit.
Rows of transport trucks were parked on one side, stretching as far as the eye could see.
As they passed several vehicles that were clearly different from the rest, Nina Jacobs noticed they were filled with people locked inside.
"What’s this...?" she asked, puzzled.
"Bait."
Wyatt Holden’s voice was tinged with cold indifference.
"We’re bound to run into situations on the road. If we can use ’bait’ to create a diversion, it will save a lot of time, manpower, and resources."
There wasn’t a trace of warmth in his voice.
Nina Jacobs looked at the "bait" behind the iron bars. Between the few vehicles, there were three or four hundred people.
Some clung to the bars with both hands, staring at them with eyes full of hatred.
Others didn’t even look up, their bodies slumped against the inside as if they were asleep.
"Don’t pity them. They’re all common folk who got their hands dirty."
"They’d just die if we threw them in the correction chambers anyway. At least here, they get to live a few more days."
Wyatt Holden called it "making the best use of everything."
Along the way, people greeted Wyatt Holden with fawning expressions.
They didn’t seem too surprised to see Nina Jacobs and Wayne Warner either.
"This is Miss Jacobs and Mr. Warner."
"From now on, you’ll all be depending on these two for the journey."
Wyatt Holden introduced them.
Nina Jacobs was appointed as the captain. As for Wayne Warner, he didn’t seem to care about titles.
"Captain Jacobs, Mr.... Warner, the lives of us drivers are in your hands from now on."
The man with a wide, forced smile was named Lysander Marshall.
Beside him was his co-driver, a man named Truett Ulrich.
"Every truck has the same setup: one driver and one co-driver."
"They are all Superpower Users."
At this point, the drivers from the other transport trucks also got out to greet them.
Nina Jacobs’s gaze swept over each of them.
There were over a hundred transport trucks here alone, meaning there were several hundred drivers and co-drivers.
Wyatt Holden continued walking forward, his tone unchanging.
"If a situation arises on the road, you only need to remember one principle:"
"The cargo is more important than their lives."
"I understand."
Nina Jacobs answered without hesitation.
Wyatt Holden glanced at Nina Jacobs.
It was just as he’d thought. Someone like Nina Jacobs, who had struggled and clawed her way to survive out there, was most likely already accustomed to death.
She could kill over a dozen spectators in a single, unprovoked attack.
And when Montague offended her with his words, she pinned him to the ground and burned him alive.
People are complex, after all. She could be fiercely loyal, and she could be cold-blooded.
This was one of the reasons General Hughes believed she was suited for this job.
The tunnel was very long.
After the three of them reached the end, they passed through several more checkpoints.
Only then did they walk up a ramp.
When the final gate opened, they were indeed outside the walls of Lornwood Base.
"This is both the exit and the entrance. The convoy will depart before dawn, about ten transport trucks at a time..."
Wyatt Holden led the two of them back into the tunnel.
There were still a few hours until departure. After familiarizing herself with the layout, Nina Jacobs returned to her quarters.
"General Hughes really isn’t worried she’ll talk, is he?"
A man dressed as a guard behind Wyatt Holden said, watching Nina Jacobs step through the door.
"It doesn’t matter anymore whether she talks or not."
Wyatt Holden turned and walked into the night.
’After Nina Jacobs dies, these people will certainly be executed as well.’
’The base will never let them live.’
Wyatt Holden’s words reached Nina Jacobs’s ears just as she entered.


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