The rain poured down.
A dilapidated old fuel freight locomotive moved wildly through the rain into the vast wasteland.
The rain actually wet the ground of the wasteland. The ground that was already extremely difficult to walk on because it was not paved became even muddier.
The tires of the freight locomotive spun wildly on the ground. From time to time, they would slip, causing the entire locomotive to tilt and twist quickly on the ground. It looked extremely dangerous.
However, this freight locomotive still maintained its indomitable posture and continued to sprint forward with all its might, as if it did not care about the danger of being overturned and killed.
Angie Prairie glanced at the dark cloud-covered sky ahead and frowned slightly. She lowered her head to look at the personal terminal in her hand.
