"Everyone line up! Follow behind!"
The green garbage truck rolled forward arrogantly, and Uncle Wang's boisterous and resonant voice echoed.
A dozen police cars followed the garbage truck, moving forward slowly.
Through the car windows, one could vaguely see that there were not only police officers inside, but also some elders and children.
The line of private cars was very long, with at least twenty or thirty vehicles.
When Bai Anhai waited for the last private car to pass, he joined the very end of the queue.
Behind the bus, private cars occasionally joined the convoy, which grew longer and longer, resembling a dragon winding along the road.
From the initial green garbage truck to the last private car, it seemed like a dragon stretching along Zhongcheng Avenue, spanning the entire S City.
Perhaps Leng Yebai's online reminders had an effect, as the number of survivors was significantly higher than in the previous world.
