Chapter 893 Did We Do Our Best?

Tsss…

The heavy truck's air brakes hissed, coming to a steady stop at the designated parking spot of the repair shop.

The driver got off and started calling for help, then pulled out a thick pipe from the back of the truck and thrust it fiercely into the water tank next to the temporary shed…

Watching the hot water gurgling and being pressed into the tank, the driver wiped off sweat and thanked the assisting police officers with a smile, saying, "We used to deliver water to bath centers; I never imagined that the police would also use this kind of hot water."

"Hot water doesn't discriminate, you know." The police officer replied without a bad attitude, handed a cigarette to the driver, and said, "Nobody wants to live in these movable sheds, with no AC, poor ventilation, windows that barely open, and hard beds… A hot shower is the only real comfort."

"You guys can't go home?" The driver looked around and guessed, "Is it because of the explosion case?"