The sky was no longer bright, and in the dark night, the wind brought the roar of monsters in the distance.
A pickup truck was driving cautiously on the road without even turning on its lights.
The carriage was covered with several layers of thick canvas and had manually welded metal railings on both sides. An unpleasant smell filled the car, coming from a stack of plastic bags and things wrapped in kraft paper piled in the corner, with blood slowly seeping out of it.
A young psychic looked at the paper bag with disgust. He touched his empty stomach and asked anxiously, "Uncle Ma, is the information you inquired correct? Can we eat cooked food in the military base?"
"Look at what you said, how many people can a country have? There is no shortage of fire-type supernatural beings..."
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