The scarlet sunset dyed the barren land into a solid blood color.
A heavily modified black armored RV, like a silent steel behemoth, was parked quietly next to a cracked abandoned road. The car body was covered with scratches and dried stains of various shades, but the cockpit glass was so clean that it reflected the twisted clouds on the horizon.
TThis is the "Mobile Disaster Laboratory" and Chu Yan's home.
The interior of the carriage is completely different from the ferocious exterior, showing an almost paranoid cleanliness and order. Under the cold white LED light strips, rows of stainless steel experimental tables are visible, with flasks, centrifuges and various unnamed precision instruments fixed with buckles. The air was filled with the cool smell of disinfectant mixed with metal.
TChu Yan was standing in front of a huge touch screen, his long fingers tapping rapidly on the virtual keyboard. He was wearing a modified tactical white coat, lined with polymer bulletproof material. The pure white material looked out of place in this apocalyptic world. A waterfall-like data flow is flowing on the lenses of silver-rimmed smart glasses.
