Chapter 730: The Gray River

Three armored vehicles were running parallel to each other in the desolate wilderness. The distinctive emblem of Gray Fox shone on the side armor of each car. Dry winds from the plains rolled up the dust and beat on the car's body as the silhouette of the city slowly disappeared into the horizon behind the convoy.

There were no visible signs of human life, only strange crags, and potholes in the wasteland. The dusty, grayish-yellow sky hung low, almost touching the same grayish land below. It gave the illusion that the world was a mass of yellow sand. Theoretically, the convoy was hustling across an intercontinental highway. However, the concrete surface by the roadside was barely recognizable as nature had wiped out the last traces of civilization, which once existed there. After more than 60 years of weathering, nature had reclaimed the concrete road.