dkrc Chapter 4, Settlement of Refugees No. 3
Chapter 4, Settlement of Refugees No. 3
The plains on the ground appear even more desolate during the day when they are covered by thick clouds.
The highway to the east only had its starting point built, and it sat idle next to the rusty automatic paving machine.
To the west, there are some cylindrical storage containers of various colors, placed on the ground, belonging to different logistics companies.
One of the biggest attractions of Death Stranding is its infrastructure development.
Build bridges, ladders, or highways across barren land.
With these, long-distance orders can be made less arduous, and many unnecessary risks can be avoided.
This is a great thing, beneficial to all mankind, but the effort and materials required are also enormous.
For Chen Wang, who is just starting out, it is too early to plan these things.
He opened his phone and checked the task details again.
The destination is the No. 3 refugee settlement, which is 5 kilometers away as the crow flies, and there is no complicated terrain along the way.
The weather forecast also indicates no rain today. However, for experienced delivery drivers, the weather forecast is only a reference, as they often encounter sudden rainstorms.
Chen Wang drew his route on the 3D map on his phone and then proceeded forward.
The desolate plains are not unsuitable for sightseeing, especially for those residents who have long lived in the underground city. Accustomed to a comfortable life and clear skies, they yearn for the desolate landscape above ground and consider it the perfect tourist destination.
After some time, Chen Wang arrived at his destination.
He looked at the fenced-off refugee settlement and never expected it to be so well-organized.
Each household here consists of large rainproof tents, standing side by side, with some even having vegetable gardens in front of their doors.
It looks like a unique villa area.
The refugees were simply dressed, but looked relaxed. When it wasn't raining, they enjoyed outdoor activities.
As for Chen Wang, who was wearing a deliveryman's uniform, they ignored him, guessing that someone had sent him another commission.
"Wang Xiaoxian, is that right?" Chen Wang walked and observed, finally finding the delivery person who looked exactly like the one on the task list.
Wang Xiaoxian has a young face, wears earrings, and has a sophisticated, textured middle-part hairstyle that seems incongruous with his status as a refugee.
He is the ex-boyfriend that Li Mengyao mentioned.
"Who are you?" Wang Xiaoxian looked at Chen Wang in front of him, not sure if he knew the answer already.
"Superpower Dispatch Center, Special Envoy Chen Wang."
"The company contacted you before and we agreed to send someone to pick up Ms. Li's lost item, which is a hat, remember?"
Chen Wang's delivery was very professional; after all, it was his first order, and he had practiced this line a hundred times on the road.
Wang Xiaoxian seemed thoughtful. "Oh... Miss Li, did she say anything else?"
Chen Wang took out a skill book from his waist pouch: "She asked me to return this to you."
"What's this?" Wang Xiaoxian's eyes lit up. He suddenly snatched the skill book, unfolded it, and looked at it. "[Fire Kiss]? I gave this to her. Doesn't she like it?"
Chen Wang shrugged, indicating that this is how relationships between men and women are: what you cherish when you're in love yesterday may become worthless after you break up tomorrow.
"Chen Wang, right?" Wang Xiaoxian folded the skill book and stuffed it into his clothes. "You tell me, isn't Li Mengyao both bad and annoying?"
"One time when we were in bed, she actually..."
He began to talk incessantly, seemingly lost in his memories.
At the very end, he indicated that he was tired and needed to go back to sleep.
"I've finished speaking, you can go back now." He waved to Chen Wang.
"Where's the hat?" Chen Wang asked, already getting impatient.
"Hey, you!" Wang Xiaoxian turned around, grabbed Chen Wang by the collar, and his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"Did I not explain it clearly? I burned that tattered hat a long time ago!"
"Blame that Miss Li, she's so greedy, she wants to take back what she gave away!"
"You're just a deliveryman, don't be so stubborn. It won't matter if the order fails."
He glanced at the logo on Chen Wang's chest, "Super Deliveryman, same goes for him."
Chen Wang had long heard that the refugee land was full of talented people, all of whom were troublemakers, so he was prepared.
The peaceful scene he witnessed at first sight almost made him think that the guidebooks on the surface of the earth were wrong.
He flicked the hand off his collar and, with a little force, pushed Wang Xiaoxian to the ground.
"I don't care about your past conflict, I just want that hat."
Just as the stalemate was at hand, the roar of engines suddenly came from afar.
"The Flying Motorcycle Gang is here!"
More and more refugees gathered to watch, and some of them muttered under their breath.
"Delivery guy, hurry up and get going. Xiong Jian hates strangers!"
As the person in charge of the Flying Car Gang in this area, Xiong Jian sports a standard goatee.
He was still drinking in his own territory when he received a message from Wang Xiaoxian asking for help.
She said she was being harassed by a deliveryman who insisted on taking away the hat he had given her.
This is downright provocative!
So he sped off to the No. 3 refugee settlement.
"Hey! Little Xian, the ground's cold, get up!"
Chen Wang recognized Xiong Jian at a glance because of his signature goatee.
It was he who shot himself.
Xiong Jian didn't notice Chen Wang, and walked up to Wang Xiaoxian, waiting for him to stand up on his own.
"I mean, aren't the delivery guys in Hongcheng afraid of dying these days...?"
Xiong Jian spoke with a firm and resounding voice, glancing at Chen Wang as he spoke, but suddenly his voice grew softer and softer, and his tone became increasingly trembling, as if he had seen a ghost.
"How could it be you!" He was clearly panicked. "I saw you get shot with my own eyes!"
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
Wang Xiaoxian quickly stood up and said, "Brother Jian, you mean, this guy named Chen Wang, you shot and killed him before?"
"Yes, but... his body disappeared not long after he was killed..."
Those who heard this were shocked, and everyone wore an expression of disbelief.
"Can this deliveryman be brought back to life?"
"Could he be some kind of invincible superhuman...?"
Wang Xiaoxian interrupted everyone, saying, "I think he's a repatriator, someone who could return from the Beach of the Dead, not invincible."
Even so, he still took two steps back.
"Brother Jian, it's up to you now!"
Xiong Jian pointed to his own nose: "Me?"
"What are you good for!" he said, slapping Wang Xiaoxian hard, who didn't react for a moment.
"How can you go back on your word about the agreed-upon order?"
Xiong Jian, who had previously been arrogant, suddenly joined Chen Wang's team.
"Quickly apologize to the delivery driver and go pick up your hat!"
As the local leader of the Flying Car Gang, Xiong Jian understood the principle that those who are aware of the times are wise.
Although he sheltered the No. 3 refugee settlement in exchange for money and resources, he encountered a rare deportee and knew he had to protect himself.
Besides, I've seen Chen Wang's methods before.
Let bygones be bygones; I only kept that hat as a keepsake anyway, so there's no need to provoke Chen Wang.
"But, Brother Jian, that hat wasn't a gift..."
Snapped!
Before Wang Xiaoxian could finish speaking, Xiong Jian slapped him again.
"Just take it when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense!"
Xiong Jian thought to himself, "This guy surnamed Wang is really clueless. If he stalls for time, I'll just send someone to bring the hat over from the back!"
He had disliked Wang Xiaoxian for a long time, especially his shabby hairstyle. He should just be a refugee and not pretend to be someone from the underground city.