"Brother Wang Ran! Oman is saying that a sandstorm is approaching!
"Do you think we should try to push through it or find shelter first?"
Zhang Guozhu's voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"Oman... Is that... Is that what the lady Hulk is called?!
"Let's take shelter. We're not in a hurry, anyway. Safety first," Wang Ran replied.
At the rate they were going, by the time they reached the coast of Somalia, the Missouri might not even have arrived.
There was no need to take any unnecessary risks.
The lead car led the way to some gravel.
It led to some ruins that could serve as shelter.
Wang Ran jumped out of the car.
Not far away, a dark sandstorm was rapidly approaching.
"Uncle, why don't we try doing it in the sandstorm?"
Tang Tang started her wicked idea again.
"F*ck, you're kidding me...
"Aren't you afraid of the friction and all of that?"
Wang Ran rolled his eyes at Tang Tang.