"Stay alert, let's go take a look."
Zheng Yan Ying spoke slowly. In the underground ruins, there was no need to hide their tracks, nor was it possible.
The searchlights on their chests could be seen from afar. If they moved forward without lights, it would be like ringing the dinner bell for mutants.
As they approached, the light gradually became clearer.
Inside the collapsed wall, a bonfire was lit.
Around the bonfire, five or six silhouettes were sitting.
Among them was a familiar figure.
Lin Feng squinted; one of the figures bore a striking resemblance to Lisa.
In the wasteland among Deserters, a tall, blonde foreign woman, besides Lisa, no one else matched these characteristics.
The group of six slowly approached, and the six people by the bonfire also noticed Lin Feng's group coming from kilometers away.
As they closed in, everyone went on alert, clutching their weapons tightly.
