Ten minutes later, Song Qian and his two companions returned fully laden.
Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing had just secured and arranged the oil storage bags on the boat when the waves on the water's surface began surging like a giant beast once again.
"Rumble rumble!" The multistory steel-frame parking garage also began shaking crazily like a sieve.
Huge waves slapped "slap, slap" against the sides of the rubber boat and steel frame, creating thunderous noises.
Jiang Yan handed the submachine gun back to Ye Qing, then gripped the handrails tightly with both hands.
Although this was yet another aftershock and not the first one they had experienced, everyone still dared not take it lightly.
"Kong Wu, take the boat out a bit first. After the aftershock, we'll come back," Song Qian said, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the cars on the parking garage slamming into each other like bumper cars.
