Watson and Locke's old fellows arrived first. After all, they were in charge of this matter.
In the car, Watson looked into the distance. There was nothing but desolation in his eyes.
He couldn't help but feel that the former military country had broken one of its arms because of giving up the technology and weapon production. Now it had been divided into two parts.
What a pity.
It took them a whole night to get to the destination.
The road was bumpy. The strong shaking made everyone's face turn pale.
After they arrived at the destination and got off the car, they looked around and found that this place was worse than ruins. There were pickpockets and gangsters everywhere.
Some of them had a ferocious look, and others had tattoos or scars on their faces and bodies.
Moreover, many of them simply didn't wear clothes and were bare-armed.