"Thank you, Sister Yan."
Kong Wu and Qin Lang reached out to take them, stunned for a second, but no one asked any questions.
Jiang Yan, as a distinguished guest of Mo Jingsheng, the base leader, was expected to produce some special equipment. Besides, now wasn't the time for idle chat.
"Everyone, put on your helmets as well," Sun Jingtao reminded the group.
"Okay."
The six of them donned their helmets, grabbed their personal supplies, and waited with bated breath.
The ground shook for a while, gradually lessening in intensity, but dust and small stones still "rustled" as they fell.
Faint cries for help could be heard coming from the front and back of the carriage.
Their carriage, being exclusively used by Mo Jingsheng, had significant empty spaces arranged in the front and back, outfitted with a conference room, rest areas, and the like.
However, they were equipped with one-way locks.