The road was rough.
Even with anti-skid chains on the tires, the truck still got stuck in mud pits.
The three of them were long used to it.
They exchanged a look and resignedly began to put on their protective gear.
The heavy protective suit, specialized face mask, and thick gloves—the getup was enough to give a man heat rash, but it was better than being eaten alive by mosquitoes.
"Ready?" Li Yuewei pulled down his mask, his voice turning muffled. "Let's move. I don't want to spend a second longer in this godforsaken place."
The moment the truck doors opened, the buzzing of the mosquito swarm intensified, sounding like a broken engine.
The three of them quickly got out,
slamming the doors shut behind them.
They had to prevent the insects from getting inside the cab.
Otherwise,
they'd have the troublesome task of clearing the mosquitoes out when they got back in.
Yang Tian was the last one out. As he took his first step, a faint scent of mugwort drifted from him.
