On this side, the Necron convoy quickly entered an eight lane expressway. This road was like a bridge from the bustling city to the sin city.
Behind the car were the very prosperous and lively ten districts, while in front of the car were only street lights and a long eight lane road that seemed endless. It took about five minutes before everyone could see the outline of District 12.
There were many towering concrete city walls like the outer walls of a prison. The eight lanes led to a huge opening where a stone gate was raised. This was the entrance to District 12, and the gate weighed thousands of tons.
Two teams of fully armed patrols stood outside the gate, all of them in black combat uniforms. They looked just like those foreign armored soldiers in movies. Every car entering and exiting this gate would undergo strict inspection.
There were canines and machine scans. It was very strict.
Philip looked at the high city wall measuring tens of meters in front of him. He could see the tall buildings inside. They were pitch-black with few lights turned on.
The most central building of District 12 that was hundreds of meters high could be seen clearly. It was pitch-black, and the outer shell of the entire building was made of reinforced concrete. Only a few flashing red hazard lights could be seen.
It was said that as long as the district owner pressed a button, this building symbolizing District 12 would be locked down by iron walls from top to bottom.
No one would be allowed to enter or leave.
Unless someone opened it from the inside, the building could not collapse even if it was bombarded with artillery shells, much less be broken into. That was because the outer layer of reinforced concrete was close to a meter thick.
Soon, the convoy approached the gate checkpoint. The car stopped and the engine was switched off.
Four soldiers fully armed with guns and electronic scanning berets approached.
“Check, access permit!”
The attitude of these soldiers was rather rude and rough.
The Necron sitting in the co-passenger seat pulled out Seth’s invitation letter. The patrolling soldier glanced at the invitation letter and looked at the people in the car. He raised his hand in a wave and shouted to the person at the barrier, “Let them through.”
The car was just about to start.
Suddenly, not far away, several off- road vehicles that were converted into armored vehicles rushed out from behind the gate. They were full of heavily armed soldiers.
The four cars drove over aggressively and surrounded Philip’s convoy.
Then, a man with black sunglasses and a dark green combat uniform jumped out from the jeep in the lead. He had a crew cut, deep scars at the corners of his eyes and mouth, and tanned skin.
He wore leather boots and led a group of more than a dozen people to approach Philip’s car with a sneer. He stomped on the hood of the car fiercely, sneered at Philip and the several Necrons in the car, and shouted, “Young Master Clarke, excuse me, but my boss asked me to invite you to the house first. I hope you can follow our vehicles without resistance. Otherwise, we might have some unnecessary misunderstandings. My people and guns don’t have eyes on them, after all.”
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