"Everyone, check your ammunition."
Zhang Wenjun touched his tactical headset, presumably receiving orders from the command center or on-site commander, "Mr. Liang, follow the vehicle in front, move out!"
"Got it!"
The driver nodded and immediately started the vehicle, following the white van in front, with the rest of the Ningzhou special police troop transport vehicles forming a long line behind them, heading north on the road.
Eight minutes later.
Six or seven-story relocation buildings began to appear on both sides of the road ahead. The surrounding shops were mostly agricultural machinery and furniture, or seeds and fertilizers, with the occasional restaurant.
It was three in the afternoon at that time, and many people on the street stopped to watch. Many elderly folks paused halfway, gazing through the car windows at the array of vehicles. The simultaneous deployment of seven or eight special police transport vehicles was certainly attention-grabbing.
