Hearing the driver's words, Jia Shu rubbed his sore wrists that had been shackled in handcuffs, then stretched out his hand to receive the specially made communicator from the driver.
The driver continued to start the vehicle, driving towards the desolate Disaster Zone.
Watching the window view change from bustling street scenes to ruins and broken tiles, Jia Shu pulled out the antenna of the specially made communicator, then pressed a number.
This specially made communicator clearly was not ordinary, as it could make ultra-long-distance calls. However, the downside was that connecting took a certain amount of time.
So the green jeep had driven almost a kilometer before the communicator was connected.
A man's voice, full of vigor and slightly oppressive, came through on the other end, "Young Jia?"
Hearing the man's words, Jia Shu's smile disappeared in a second, his expression becoming serious and respectful, "Elder Huang."
