“Bro, what the hell is going on?!” Donti asked.
During the period they were living in the stronghold, they did not really have any access to news from the front lines. There was a clampdown on information across the entire stronghold as the radios stopped broadcasting, while the newspapers also did not mention the war.
But Donti realized the tenants next door changed. Usually, the man and the woman who owned the house would head out to work at 7 AM every day, but they did not do so today. This aroused Donti’s suspicions. It was not that he was overly paranoid but that they were currently living in an environment that required them to be cautious. They had to pay attention to all “irregularities”.
However, Milo did not have the time to explain. As the nanosoldiers had already sent a request for help, the “mysterious troops” would probably be arriving very soon.
He beckoned to Donti and said, “I don’t have time to explain. Quick, get in the truck!”
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