"Old Lin, how are things on your side? Over!" Due to being the "leader" in the front for a long time, Old Xu could only use the hand-held radio to understand the situation behind.
There was no doubt that he had heard several exciting "shouts" clearly, and now that things seemed to be stabilizing on his end, he finally had time to inquire about the situation of the cars behind.
"Zzz..." First came two brief sounds of static, then Old Lin's slightly hoarse voice came through: "Most of the mutant wolves have been taken care of, now there's only one left on the roof that hasn't been dealt with. That beast won't come down, and we can't take action over here. Over!"
After hearing Old Lin's report, Old Xu could roughly imagine the scene of the mutant wolf perched on the top.
If it just stays on the roof and won't leave, the convoy really has a hard time dealing with it.
