Lin Xian opened the cockpit, and with Chen Sixuan, both clad in power armor, stepped onto the deepwater port. Under the fog, visibility was severely limited, no more than a dozen meters.
Under the radar and photoelectric scans of the power armor, the outlines of various objects in the fog emerged. The entire port platform was desolate, with dry, decaying corpses scattered all around.
What caught Lin Xian's attention was that all the firearms were left untouched, including the supply trains and flying devices. Overturned carriages still held a large amount of leftover supplies.
"Has no one been to the harbor? This looks like it's been at least two months," Lin Xian said, frowning.
