When Jiang Yan entered the room, Sun Jingtao was standing on a solid wood chair, looking out through a fan vent in the wall with a telescope in hand.
Outside, flames reached the sky, and the deafening sound of gunfire indicated that the battle was intense.
Those mutated rats, as if completely undeterred by the firepower, continued to swarm in in droves.
It seemed that the convoy was near the shopping mall, which is why the bombs were dropped some distance from their location, but the dust still cascaded down from the roof.
"Jiang Yan, have you guys come down?" Su Dai, who was holding the back of the chair, turned her head around.
"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded and quickly scanned the room.
This was a blind box shop of less than ten square meters.
While the restaurant, clothing store, supermarket, and the like had been looted, this place remained intact.
However, the shelves were also covered in black dust.
There was no sign of Song Qian.
Jiang Yan: "Where's Song Qian?"