Weiguang District, Bishu Street.
This was a residential area for military families, where Chen Xiaojin had always lived. The security level was high, and Central City placed great importance on the area, meticulously inspecting all incoming and outgoing vehicles and personnel.
Around three in the afternoon, an extended, armored private vehicle arrived at the street entrance. After presenting and scanning its credentials at the gate, a guard saluted solemnly, raised the barricade, and allowed the vehicle to pass.
Chen Chuan sat in the car, looking outside. Both sides of the road were lined with ginkgo trees. It was autumn, and the golden leaves swirled and danced in the gentle breeze.
At the end of the road, a grove of red maples appeared. Through the gaps between the trunks, he could see a green lawn where many children from the military families' district were playing and running around.
