"Alright." Jiang Yan distributed the walkie-talkies collected yesterday to several people, "Contact immediately if any abnormal situation is detected."
"Okay." A few temporarily established supply and rescue team captains reached out to receive them.
Each team was equipped with a walkie-talkie, two submachine guns, and two cold weapons made of special metal that Jiang Yan had found in the ammunition depot.
"This walkie-talkie battery really lasts long..." Zhao Yougong reached out to take one, subconsciously pressed the button to check the remaining battery, and found to his surprise that the battery was fully charged.
The rest of them were also quite amazed.
Jiang Yan smiled lightly and said casually, "I changed them, found some batteries in the house yesterday."
"Ah, no wonder. Looks like not only Qin Lang is super lucky, but Miss Jiang too!" Zhao Yougong couldn't help laughing.
