Camp

Before the sky turned completely dark, the Old Task Force arrived at the Rootless camp.

From afar, the first thing they saw were large vehicles.

These vehicles were several-fold the size of jeeps. The carriages were long and tall, and their paint coating was different. Some were brown and white, some had black patches over a white background, and some had stripes that accentuated the silver-gray.

"Are these all RVs?" Jiang Baimian had long stopped wearing her sunglasses. She slowed down and seriously identified the vehicles for a few seconds.

"Yes." Bai Chen nodded. "RVs are the Rootless's home. Every vehicle represents a family."

"Is that so…" When Jiang Baimian looked at the camp again, she saw more details.

Taking up the majority were at least dozens of RVs in the camp, perhaps even close to 100.

Among them, the largest RVs were parked at the edge, forming a steel wall. Only an opening for vehicles to pass through remained.