Under the cover of the Pyro Company

The military transport truck wobbled unsteadily as it drove northwards. Cold wind poured in through the gaps of the cabin's canvas and made everyone feel the biting cold of the night.

The doctors of Trinity Institute had already fallen into deep sleep. Ren Xiaosu looked at the long convoy of Pyro Company troops behind them. The headlights of the vehicles were constantly swaying in the dark as they bounced up and down on the bumpy ground.

The Pyro Company probably felt that doctors did not have much combat capacity, and with their weapons already confiscated, they did not have to worry about them causing any trouble.

Or perhaps the Pyro Company had already verified the identity and purpose of the Trinity Institute through their intelligence network. In short, the Pyro Company did not even assign any guards to watch over Wang Jing and the others.