Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 185 - 99: Extraordinary Wish Grass, Unshakable Foundation! (Part 2)

Chapter 185: Chapter 99: Extraordinary Wish Grass, Unshakable Foundation! (Part 2)

Cheng Ye nodded, "Prepare to open the hatches and release the people. Empty all the quarantine pods today, and notify the logistics team to prepare for a major cleaning. Every cabin must be thoroughly disinfected, and everything that needs to be replaced should be replaced!"

"Yes!"

It was the last day of his duty, and he really didn’t need to care about whether these people lived or died, he could just leave it to the next inspector.

But the inspector’s manual states that the maximum isolation time is 21 days, and beyond that, the people must be released.

During the intern assessment period, Cheng Ye didn’t want to leave any faults that could be criticized.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that a lot of people were bound to be locked up today.

By clearing out the quarantine pods in advance, even if a hundred or two were locked in, it wouldn’t be overcrowded.

It took only about ten minutes.

With a gentle hum, the doors of 17 isolation pods slid open one by one.

Having been cooped up inside for over 21 days, they should logically be full of anger, but on everyone’s face, there was not a hint of anger, instead, it was filled with relief and gratitude.

Evidently, they were also aware of the outbreak of the super-infection wave in recent days, and being in these isolated quarantine pods was actually one of the safest places in the entire buffer zone.

Cheng Ye stood at the entrance of the quarantine pods, calmly watching each person leave.

Some walked unsteadily, some couldn’t help but rub their numb legs, but all of them bowed respectfully when passing by him, uttering words of genuine gratitude, "Thank you for your mercy."

Before long, the pods were emptied spotlessly clean.

The staff immediately rushed in with high-pressure water guns, water columns splattering against the cabin walls, washing away the remaining stains.

Next, a high-power drying and disinfection machine was pushed in, and amidst the roaring sound, white mist filled the entire quarantine zone.

As per Cheng Ye’s instructions, any damaged bedding was all replaced and sent to the logistics department for repair.

Before the inspection station opened at nine in the morning, the entire quarantine area was as good as new.

The metallic wall panels inside the pods were polished until they shone, even the corners were meticulously mopped with a corner mop.

The original mixed smell of sweat and mildew was completely extracted by the exhaust fan, and every five meters, a box of industrial balm was placed, soon filling the air with a faint floral fragrance.

In such an environment, even if someone was really locked in here, they wouldn’t feel too suffocated.

Walking towards the duty area, even from over ten meters away, Cheng Ye could see the long line outside.

More than thirty large and small vehicles were parked crookedly, some people were chatting idly by their cars, some were dozing off in the driver’s seat, roughly counting, at least two or three hundred people.

Even more outrageous was the ordinary residents’ passage managed by Matthew Lee, where a dense crowd formed a vast area, at least three to five thousand people by visual estimate.

"So many people gathered in seven days, impossible, right?"

Opening the isolation door, waiting for Cheng Ye to quickly assemble two long guns, slotting them into the weapon compartment under the table.

Only then did Matthew Lee saunter over, glancing at the densely packed crowd outside, his face surprisingly didn’t show the unexpected reaction Cheng Ye anticipated but carried a hint of lazy indifference.

"Your workload today might be a bit heavy." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Cheng Ye walked to the isolation net between the two zones and said, but Matthew Lee waved his hand nonchalantly.

"There’s actually not much workload on my side, it’s your side that is going to get really busy."

"Hmm?"

"You don’t think all these people were quarantined outside for seven days and now want to return to the buffer zone, do you?"

"Aren’t they?"

Matthew Lee sneered, taking out a large loudspeaker wrapped with tape from his backpack, obviously prepared, "Of course not, at least eighty percent of them are people who have been clamoring to leave these days, only to regret and want to return halfway. Yet they don’t consider themselves newcomers and stubbornly block here wishing to enter the city through the old residents’ route, pure dreaming."

Saying this, he carried the loudspeaker to the front of the inspection area, pressed the switch, and with a "zzz" of electricity, his loud voice rang out:

"Those without a resident certificate, immediately proceed to the Central Inspection Station to queue, do not linger here!"

"Repeat, anyone lingering here without a resident certificate will be treated as an infected body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dense crowd erupted into chaos.

"I am a resident! Just forgot my certificate, and you’re not letting me in?"

"Why don’t I count as a resident? I’ve lived in Happiness City for over a decade! Just went out once, and I’m not one anymore?"

"Inspector, please have mercy! I was forced out by the infection wave, didn’t leave willingly! Give me a chance!"

"The Central Inspection Station lets in only a thousand people a day, how long do we have to queue with so many of us?"

"..."

The chaotic shouting rose and fell, like a hive of hornets being disturbed, many people squeezed forward, seemingly about to break through the temporary caution line.

But at this moment, the machine gun post, usually overlooked, finally revealed its deterrent power.

Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat!

The heavy machine gun bullets, with a shrill sound, swept across the ground in front of the crowd, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Those close to the front, staggered by the airwaves, hurriedly retreated in fear, and the previously crowded tide of people instantly opened up a gap.

Amidst the chaos, a stampede began.

Some were tripped, some screamed while pushing forward, the red light of Zone B’s quarantine suddenly flickered, sharp alarms pierced through the sky.

When the crowd finally dispersed a bit, there were already fifty or sixty people lying on the ground, groaning while holding their arms or legs, and seven or eight who were motionless, unclear if they had fainted or were dead.

Yet Matthew Lee behind the isolation net remained exceptionally indifferent, casually walked back to the desk, took out a pack of nutrient paste to drink while speaking, "Being soft-hearted to these people is being irresponsible to those who stayed in the buffer zone. Since they were determined to leave then, returning halfway is nothing more than two reasons, either the road outside is too harsh, or they were scared witless by the Wasteland’s dangers."