Deep into the night, six armored Humvees drove along the deserted highway, where only the wind and the monotonous roar of the engines could be heard. Listening to it for too long could make one feel irritable.
"How much longer until we catch up to the helicopter? Can't you drive any faster?" Zhou Meng, anxious about Su Su's safety and burning with impatience, urged the traffic police to speed up once again.
Before the deadline given by Trojan had ended, the survivors had fortunately fled Chicago at full speed in their armored Humvees, embarking on a highway leading to an unknown destination.
By now, the fleet had been traveling for over an hour. Despite the carriage being crammed with people, making it stuffy and with a pungent stench of blood and sweat, the newbies who had been scared for a whole day couldn't help but doze off. Of course, there were also those who couldn't sleep, staring out of the vehicle, hoping to reunite with Tang Zheng sooner.
