Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Angel Gang?
Paris Suburbs.
Lin Yi left Beauvais Town and headed east.
France is a large country with a population of 70 million, but almost all of them are scattered across various villages, towns, and cities of different shapes and sizes.
Driving five kilometers on the road could mean passing through several different towns.
The population ranges from a hundred to several thousand.
That’s why there are so many cars on the road... and countless zombies.
Progress became extremely difficult, and eventually, Lin Yi had to give up and return to the Shelter.
He planned to have Louis get him a motorcycle.
"You want to install a nitro booster? Sure, but it’ll take about an hour."
While waiting, Lin Yi checked the situation at the front lines and took a walk around the orchard.
Both the apples and pears were fully ripe, and about a hundred people, under Orianna’s guidance, were picking them.
The Red Wine Commander being able to eat apples was quite a coincidence.
"How’s the harvest?"
"Fantastic, boss!"
Orianna, tall and slender, tiptoed to pick an apple and a pear, with a golden yellow fallen leaf on her hair.
She turned around, sliced them, and handed a plate to Lin Yi: "These fruits are simply amazing, here, try this!"
Lin Yi took it and brushed the dead leaf from her hair.
The fragrance of the fruits was intoxicating just by smelling it.
The taste...
The pear’s texture was delicate, sweet as honey, almost melting in the mouth.
The crisp apple, intertwined with sweet and sour, was rich in flavor, invigorating.
"Boss, Giselle is making apple pie tonight! The girls and I also want to make apple jam!"
"That’s great, I’m rooting for you!"
After leaving the orchard, Lin Yi went to an open field.
Immanuel, leading a group of twenty-some people, was dealing with the corpse of the Rat King.
That’s the big rat that, before it was killed by Lin Yi, still gazed at him affectionately.
"Lin Yi? I mean... boss!" Immanuel twirled his mustache and laughed heartily.
Not long ago, they were business partners, but now, he had to call this young man "boss."
"How’s the progress?"
"Boss! Look at this." The old man handed Lin Yi a lime-sized green sphere.
It’s the Energy Core...
But this one was five times larger than a regular one!
"What about the other parts? I remember this guy couldn’t even be moved by explosive bullets."
"I was just about to say..." The old man’s wrinkled face showed the delight of a child,
The rat’s skin was extremely tough and elastic.
Its claws were harder than steel!
Immanuel had to get a few Professionals with level 3 swords to cut the corpse.
Even so, it took a long time just to cut it open.
Lin Yi thought for a moment and smiled.
"Its tendons and bones might be useful, as for the meat... it can be fed to the rabbits."
"I’ll get right on it... by the way, boss! I have a few things to discuss with you later..."
He knew the boss was busy right now, trying to get some heavy weaponry to deal with the Beastmen.
"Alright, we’ll talk then."
Lin Yi nodded, taking one last look at the still-affectionate giant Rat King corpse.
He went to Louis’s workshop.
Louis was still fine-tuning the engine.
So Lin Yi stepped outside, conjured a chair, and quickly ate a can of meat.
Ten minutes later, Louis finished the job.
After issuing some more commands, he teleported back to the outskirts of Paris in reality.
Riding along the highway, Lin Yi slowed down every time he saw a pile of cars.
He slowly rode past the cars, extending his left hand, and each car he touched was sent to the chasm.
"Chasm has processed an item, Shelter received 433 units of material* (click to expand).
"Chasm has processed an item, Shelter received 288 units of material* (click to expand).
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Half an hour later, Rider Lin Yi entered a small town called Claymont.
The clock tower in Claymont Town leaned towards the sky, with the hands permanently stopped at three seventeen.
As Lin Yi drove past the corner, the ghouls in the display window suddenly tilted their heads to look at him, their damaged eyes glowing dimly.
Then, hordes of zombies attacked.
He gripped the handlebars tighter, accelerating to carve a path through the zombies, continuing east towards Gombein Town.
According to Melanie, Gombein Town has a population of about 40,000, with a few factories and a small tourist center.
When Lin Yi entered Gombein Town, a small skirmish was underway.
Two groups were fighting on a bridge, shooting at each other, some using guns, others using magic, and even hand grenades were thrown.
This was a battle between humans, with almost no zombies near the battlefield.
Where there are people, there’s business to be done.
But right now, it was clearly not the right time.
Lin Yi thought it over, deciding to come back later, took one last look at the fight, and headed towards Suvasong Town.
Another ten kilometers later.
Lin Yi arrived at a wooded area, which had become a stronghold for some people, with car barricades blocking the road.
Behind the barricade were about thirty armed men and women, and a few school buses converted into watchtowers.
"Stop! You from the Angel Gang trash! If you come any closer, we’ll open fire!"
Angel Gang? What the hell is that?
At this moment, a short, chubby red-haired man ahead looked very angry, repeating himself.
"I said no Angel Gang people allowed! If you come any closer, we’ll open fire!"
Lin Yi stopped his motorcycle a dozen meters in front of the car barricade and asked the man.
"Do I look like an angel to you? I don’t have a shiny halo over my head!"
"An Easterner? With that mouth, I’m sure you’re not an Angel Gang scum!" The man was so angry his face turned red but quickly restrained himself.
Here, members of the Angel Gang rode motorcycles around, wearing leather jackets with wing patterns, dominating the area.
Lin Yi was amused by the comment and asked, "So, why do you think I’m not from the Angel Gang?"
"Because they’re a bunch of racial advocates, and you’re a foreigner! And a yellow-skinned one at that!"
The man shouted with a fierce look, "Tell me, what are you really here for?"
"What do you think? I’m just riding my bike on the road, minding my business, and I run into a barricade,"
Lin Yi mocked, "What do you think I want?"
"Think you’re tough, huh? I’m not a bandit, I’ll let you pass, but if you try anything, I’ll turn you into mince meat!"
The man roared, waving his hand, and a school bus acting as a gate moved away, opening the path.
Behind the wall of cars was a small camp.
There were four watchtowers and three gates.
The north gate was where he came in, the south gate was where he was going out.
The west gate led into the depths of the woods, where another larger camp was.
Lin Yi drove his motorcycle through the barricade.
Then, boldly walked up to the man under his grim gaze, staring at his red hair.
"You’ve got a nice setup here, but isn’t finding food difficult?"