In the SUV behind Hong Zhijun, a trace of coldness flashed across Wu Yan's face when he heard these words that carried a hint of a lesson.
"Alright, Deputy Commander Hong."
After putting down the walkie-talkie, Wu Yan calmed down with a cold expression for a while before looking at the person driving.
"Where are our people? Are they following us?"
The driver was one of the two people Wu Yan had brought.
When he heard this, he nodded.
"They should be. I've been marking the smell."
With that said, this person took out a small bottle and showed it to Wu Yan.
Seeing this, Wu Yan nodded and did not say anything else.
After about half an hour, Hong Zhijun was listening to the news sent back by Chen Fei.
"Vice Commander, we're already downstairs in this building."
"The road conditions here are a little bad. There are already many trees growing on the road, and there are also some falling rocks."