The wind howled fiercely on the rooftop.
As the deep autumn approached, the temperature had gradually become bleak, and the cold air sneaking through the gaps into his clothes finally snapped Ding Zhixiong out of his daze.
The leader of the second group, who had accompanied him up, immediately showed concern and said,
"Brother Xiong, are you alright?"
Ding Zhixiong shook his head slightly.
But his gaze was still fixed on the huge armored truck in the distance.
With the unexpected appearance of this armored vehicle, the ordinary-looking overpass had gradually taken on a different scene, with more and more unexpected things appearing in his sight.
Following the gaze past the armored truck that had half of its body hanging off the overpass, all the way to the right.
He soon discovered a mass of congested and piled-up car wrecks.
They were indeed trucks this time.
