When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go

After breakfast, the five Old Task Force members did some simple disguise before heading out and getting into the gray SUV.

They planned on going to the rental outlet to swap a car so that it wouldn't be on the Anti-intellectualism Church's radar.

Long Yuehong—who was sitting left of the backseat—subconsciously looked out the window and realized that cars were coming and going on the road. The surrounding shops were all operating normally.

"I thought the military would take over today and that there would be armed soldiers patrolling everywhere." He didn't hide his perplexity.

"Have you watched too much of the Old World's entertainment?" Shang Jianyao—who was sitting beside him—smiled.

Although Long Yuehong didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he had made that judgment based on Old World entertainment.