The "old tuner group" ran out in one go.

They did not relax because of this, and left Wang Fugui and others behind, and went to the area where they hid their own group vehicles.

Not long after, several cars met on the mountain road, and they were not fast but slow to go back to the camp.

Plop, plop, Long Yuehong's heartbeat never slowed down.

He felt that it was not time to relax.

Nearly two hours later, the forward camp converted from the castle appeared before them.

Long Yuehong has never felt it is as friendly as it is now.

Relying on Wang Fugui's face, the gate to the camp opened for them late at night.

Back at the parking spot, the two teams were not separated and remained on alert until dawn.

When the sun's light shone on them and the darkness was driven away, Wang Fugui finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Let's rest each."

Long Yuehong also breathed quietly when she heard this.

Judging from the current situation, Wu Meng may not be able to leave the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, otherwise the "first city" regular army in the area around the ruins of the city would have been affected long ago.

After watching the ruins hunters leave, Jiang Baimian turned his body and said in a deep voice:

"Send a telegram to the company."
Chapter completed!