Chapter 113
Chapter 113
The lower district was a chaotic sprawl, with few areas adhering to any urban planning. Naturally, it lacked the structured roadways of the upper district, such as its circulation roads. If anything, aerial vehicles were more necessary here than in the upper district.
From the gate entrance, people of the lower district were already waiting for Francec. They mostly belonged to the middle class.
The welcoming crowd at the entrance greeted Francec with enthusiasm comparable to that of the upper district.
The procession was veering off the central road. The atmosphere of the streets was shifting. Amidst buildings that were not just old but decayed beyond repair, the ragged figures of the impoverished came into view.
Bzzzzing!
A drone, accelerating its movement, entered first.
Flying low as if surveilling the crowd, the drone swept through the streets. For those with uncertain identities or high risk levels, it blatantly pointed its gun and drove them away.
"Don’t be too aggressive, Iskan."
Francec spoke briefly. Iskan moved his lips subtly, whispering into the communications link of the mobile command center. The drones retracted their weapons and only issued warnings instead.
As the road narrowed, so did the procession, stretching longer in the process. However, the crowd’s interest did not wane—in fact, it only grew.
People leaned out of buildings with haphazardly placed doors and windows, the result of illegal expansions. Everything was so irregular that predictions were nearly impossible.