'Can't carry them?'
Hearing the phrase, Sierra Sullivan felt a little strange.
'That's a weird way to put it.'
Before Sierra could dwell on it, Dominic Crawford had already started walking toward the old man.
"Sir, are your family members hungry or sick?" Dominic asked without breaking stride. "We have food and medicine. Don't worry. Now that we're here, we'll definitely get all of you to the base safely!"
Hearing this, the old man's eyes welled with tears of gratitude. He nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, good! I knew it! I knew the government wouldn't abandon us common folk! We've waited so long, and you're finally here!"
The old man's gait was unsteady, and he walked rather slowly.
Dominic could only lead his team and follow behind him.
Sierra quickened her pace slightly and soon caught up to Dominic's side.
Just then, the old man walked through his front door.
Sierra and Dominic were about to follow him in but stopped dead in their tracks.
