Even now, Ron also felt that something was really wrong.
Otherwise, how could it be possible that there are so many big cars in the middle of this car for no reason?
Moreover, looking at their posture, they simply didn’t want to let themselves escape, so they used a parallel formation.
There were traffic jams both front and rear, and the river was rolling under the bridge. If you really came straight to yourself, you wouldn’t even have to escape.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help feeling nervous, and said: “Aren’t these people coming for these children? Shouldn’t they, aren’t they just a bunch of orphans?”
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