Late at night, Old Wang drove a prison vehicle loaded with the 3D Printer and electric arc furnace, leaving ahead of the others.
However, the Illuminati's blockade was far tighter than they had imagined.
Not only had they set up checkpoints on every road leading out of the city under official authority,
but even inconspicuous paths, as long as vehicles could pass through them, were watched by Illuminati sentries in hiding.
Old Wang had Saiwen try driving out through a small road first. Not long after, Saiwen replied by text: A bunch of gang members checked me.
"You're in a police car, and they still dared to stop you?" Old Wang asked.
"They stopped me anyway!" Saiwen said.
Old Wang quickly reported the situation back. "No good. People can get out, but with this stuff, there's no way through."
Evil Dragon said over the phone, "Then kill our way out. From what you described, the small roads are only blocked by gang members. At most, there are a few Level Three, Four, Seven, or Eight Illuminati members among them."
"Let's concentrate our forces and break through via the small roads. Silence everyone blocking the way, then get into the countryside as quickly as possible."
"This will directly alert the Illuminati and bring their pursuit down on us, but as long as we keep moving through the back roads, it won't be that easy for them to find us."
After he finished speaking, quite a few people voiced their agreement and all looked toward Nuoqila.
Nuoqila wanted to ask Huang Ji what he thought, but Huang Ji had actually gone straight to sleep, telling them to decide for themselves.
If they were deciding for themselves, then naturally they would leave at once—the sooner, the better. Even killing their way out was