New Order Plan

"On our return journey, we can rest there. The settlement has natural hot springs and fresh giant beef that we can taste."

Ono Madozaburo said with a sincere expression.

Jiang Qingshan gave the other person a deep look, neither confirming nor denying it.

Ono Enzaburo smiled, turned his head to look outside, and a sly look appeared in his eyes.

The convoy moved slowly forward and soon arrived at the ruins.

On the open ground next to the entrance, all the pioneering teams had already arrived, and they stood together in their respective groups.

Jiang Qingshan glanced around and couldn't help but frown.

Big Beard previously said that there were only five or six teams in the Trail Blazers league, but now there are at least a dozen here.

It seems that the leader of the "red backpack" group truly lives up to its name.

At this moment, Big Beard led his team over, and everyone quickly got out of the car and followed.

Jiang Qingshan quickly surveyed the surroundings. The area was not very open, and there were many catastrophic trees growing there, their thick roots weaving a large net on the ground.

The strange green vines that grow alongside it intertwine and stretch across the sky, their leaves rising and falling like fish gills.

As soon as someone gets close, these vines will automatically curl and contract, some even twisting and turning, forming a sad, pouting expression in the air.

The entrance to the underground structure was pitch black, with faded slogans still remaining on the cement walls on both sides.

Be prepared for unforeseen circumstances and remain vigilant at all times.

Building a solid underground Great Wall to protect people's lives.

Above the entrance, a small hill made of architectural ruins rises, covered with strange green vines.

The places where they adhered gradually turned into wet, black soil, seemingly devouring and decomposing the concrete.

"You are forty-eight seconds late."

A cold voice descended from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a figure landed, and the red backpack on his back instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"The fog is too thick, so we can't drive too fast. We apologize for keeping you waiting."

The bearded man took off his cowboy hat and placed it in front of his chest, bowed slightly in apology, and involuntarily became nervous.

"have not seen you for a long time."

The man with the red backpack stretched out his hand expressionlessly, his tone extremely cold.

The bearded man hurriedly reached out to shake hands, but before he could speak, the other man suddenly snapped off his little finger, tearing it off forcefully.

"Don't make a sound, or you'll alert the Cataclysm."

The man with the red backpack stared into the bearded man's eyes and said.

The pain was excruciating; Big Beard's face contorted in agony, cold sweat instantly beading on his skin, and his teeth grinding together.

His teammates all looked grim, but dared not make any rash moves.

The other teams watched silently, some with varying degrees of fear in their eyes.

Jiang Qingshan stood at the back of the crowd, watching calmly.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties, wearing a green windbreaker, with a cute cat charm hanging from his red backpack, and a pink umbrella tucked into his side pocket.

"As punishment for being late, your team will lead the way."

The man with the red satchel put his little finger back into the bearded man's pocket, glanced coldly at the crowd, and fixed his gaze on Jiang Qingshan's face through the gaps in the crowd.

Jiang Qingshan did not avoid the question. After a few seconds of eye contact, the other person turned and walked away.

Xiao Tian muttered to himself, "Jiang Zi, this guy is ruthless."

"Keep your ears up tight, and speak up if anything seems amiss."

"I know, I know, I'm not stupid."

Jiang Qingshan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked up to the bearded man.

One team member has frozen the severed finger, but it is estimated that it cannot be reattached.

After taking two painkillers and bandaging his wound, the bearded man forced a smile and said, "Being punctual is indeed a good habit."

"It's okay, you still have nine chances," Jiang Qingshan casually replied.

"You bastard..." the bearded man said helplessly, "Remember, we do exactly what he says. Don't mess with him. Nobody here can stand up to him."

Jiang Qingshan nodded silently.

The bearded man said no more. Seeing that the team members were ready, he led the way to the entrance.

The other teams also set off one after another under the command of the man with the red backpack, with each team about ten meters apart.

Only after all the teams had entered did the man with the red backpack lead his team to follow.

The deep passageway was silent and dark.

No one spoke; only the echoing sound of footsteps resounded.

The bearded man's group moved forward cautiously, setting up lighting equipment as they went.

Scattered on the ground were odds and ends, along with old bloodstains and bone fragments.

Shen Zhixing clutched Jiang Qingshan's clothes with trepidation, her eyes darting around.

Ye Wan'an and Ono Madoburo walked together, constantly keeping an eye on what was happening behind them.

As the group ventured deeper, they were soon blocked by a massive metal protective door.

The bearded man stood at the door for a moment, examining it closely, then turned to Jiang Qingshan and said, "This door can only be opened from the inside. Using force would be too noisy. Do you have any mentally-based individuals with the ability to activate it?"

"no."

Jiang Qingshan shook his head.

The bearded man then inquired with the group behind him, and after a moment, returned with a young man with a dreadlock.

At that moment, the man with the red backpack walked up from behind.

He glanced at the security door and said calmly to the young man with the dreadlocks, "I'll give you three minutes."

"yes......"

The young man with the dreadlocks swallowed hard and quickly focused his attention to try and open the door.

However, this protective door was designed to be very heavy, and due to years of disrepair, the mechanical devices inside were stuck, and no matter how the dreadlocked youth tried to control it, it wouldn't budge.

After several attempts, all attempts failed.

The young man with the dreadlocks began to sweat profusely.

Seeing this, the bearded man said to the man with the red backpack, "I'll find two more psychiatrists to go with him."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

"Red Backpack" paced back and forth silently for a moment, then raised his arm to look at his watch before striking out with a white feather blade that beheaded the dreadlocked youth.

Heads fell to the ground.

It rolled and tumbled to Jiang Qingshan's feet.

The bearded man's teammates immediately fell silent, not daring to meet the "red backpack's" gaze.

Jiang Qingshan gently kicked the head away, his heart completely unmoved.

A moment later, the bearded man returned, but only one person came with him.

Seeing that the filthy-braided youth had died suddenly, he said with a grim expression, "Out of more than a dozen teams, there are only these two mental damage dealers..."

The man with the red satchel frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to break down the door, but ultimately refrained.

After a moment of silence, he said to the chubby boy who had followed him, "You can do it, right?"

"I...I...I..."

The chubby boy was so frightened that he turned pale.

The man with the red backpack walked up to him, cupped the other person's round face in his hands, and said with sharp eyes, "You can definitely do it."

He pulled the backpack from his back to the front, took out a bag of potato chips, stuffed it into the chubby boy's hand, patted the boy's head, and showed an encouraging expression on his face.

"This is my reward for you. Go, go and open this door."