"Brother Zhao, what's going on?" Luo Fan poked his head out of the truck and shouted toward Zhao Chunfeng's off-road vehicle.
"Run!"
Zhao Chunfeng also poked his head out and shouted toward Luo Fan, saying just that one word.
Then the off-road vehicle started up, its headlights casting two beams that tore through the park's darkness as it sped outside.
Everyone in the Hope Convoy had been awakened by the horn. Hearing Zhao Chunfeng's words, the convoy's survivors quickly got up.
"Everyone, get on! Hurry!" Niu Dagang pulled open his bus door and shouted to the survivors.
After traveling all this way, the Hope Convoy had only about twenty people left.
Aside from Luo Fan and the other Sequence Users, only a dozen or so people remained. If he could take them along, Niu Dagang still wanted to bring as many as possible.
The Hope Convoy's survivors had been sifted like sand by great waves. Those who remained were all capable of escaping danger, and naturally understood the urgency.
Supplies? Water? There was no time to pack any of it. They grabbed whatever they could carry and quickly ran toward the bus.
The bus started moving. It was not fast, but it was slowly accelerating. The survivors chased it with all their might and climbed aboard through the door.
Luo Fan also started the small truck and quickly followed the off-road vehicle.
The fuel tanker Ai Si was driving quickly followed as well.
Most of the survivors jumped onto the bus, while a few climbed onto the fuel tanker. Even Luo Fan's truck bed had two survivors jump into it.
Luo Fan had no intention of driving them away. The Hope Convoy quickly set off, including Rose's van, following Zhao Chunfeng's off-road vehicle as all their engines roared.
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