The First Heir

On this side, the Necron convoy quickly entered an eight lane expressway. This road was like a bridge from the bustling city to the sin city.

Behind the car were the very prosperous and lively ten districts, while in front of the car were only street lights and a long eight lane road that seemed endless. It took about five minutes before everyone could see the outline of District 12.

There were many towering concrete city walls like the outer walls of a prison. The eight lanes led to a huge opening where a stone gate was raised. This was the entrance to District 12, and the gate weighed thousands of tons.

Two teams of fully armed patrols stood outside the gate, all of them in black combat uniforms. They looked just like those foreign armored soldiers in movies. Every car entering and exiting this gate would undergo strict inspection.

There were canines and machine scans. It was very strict.

Philip looked at the high city wall measuring tens of meters in front of him. He could see the tall buildings inside. They were pitch-black with few lights turned on.

seen clearly. It was pitch-black, and the outer shell of the entire building was made of reinforced concrete. Only a few flashing

as the district owner pressed a button, this building symbolizing District 12 would

one would be allowed to enter

bombarded with artillery shells, much less be broken into. That was

the convoy approached the gate checkpoint. The car stopped and the

armed with guns and electronic scanning berets

“Check, access permit!”

these soldiers

patrolling soldier glanced at the invitation letter and looked at the people in the car.