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The car maintained a distance of three to four kilometers behind, as Gao Yuan and Zhao Qiang proceeded on foot, taking a small path that was not even paved with asphalt, but just a sandy dirt road. Still, it would not be a problem for the vehicle.
A journey of thousands of miles, how could they let a bunch of Rebel Forces block their path?
Zhao Qiang appeared completely unfazed. Gao Yuan looked calm as well, but inside, he was somewhat nervous. He wasn't afraid of zombies, but if someone shot at him, that would really be the end of him.
Worried that someone might shoot without asking questions, when they were about to reach a village in the distance, Gao Yuan whispered, "Should we raise the national flag?"
Zhao Qiang erected the flag he'd been carrying on his shoulder and said, "If the negotiations break down, you run with your speed advantage and don't worry about me. Remember, never run in a straight line; no matter how fast you are, you're not faster than a bullet."
