"To tell the truth, I've never seen so many excavators in action simultaneously, even during the construction of the main plaza," an older police officer murmured to his companion as they squatted on the ground, watching the dust rise in the air ahead.
In front of them, dozens of excavators weaved through the ruins. They had cleared the entire collapsed theater and even dug a pit more than a meter deep, exposing the steel supports and concrete below.
Dean and his group were currently standing with another group of people in front of a machine.
On this machine, a jumble of red, blue, and green lines outlined a virtual and abstract microwave image of the underground world.
Ross had already rushed to the scene, watching the operator of the observation machine with a tense expression.
