The interior of the GOC armored transport vehicle was quite spacious, even with a group of people inside it didn't feel crowded.
"Do you want tea or coffee?"
Gray Rain took instant coffee, cups, and a kettle from the passenger seat drawer, casually made a few cups, and handed them to Yang Hua and others in the back. Tina, who was still wearing a gas mask, just held the plastic cup and swallowed, without drinking—probably afraid of poisoning.
Sitting in the reliable armored vehicle, with a cup of hot coffee down, the fear, hunger, and fatigue of the past three days seemed to vanish like smoke.
Yang Hua, Xue Luomeng, and others finally let go of their guard, hugging each other and crying softly.
Gray Rain couldn't believe his eyes, staring at his own palm, suddenly turned to Li Cheng and said, "Just a casual brew and it's good enough to make people cry. Lao Shi, I'm really a coffee saint!"
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