While Luke was working as fiercely as a tiger, the old man finally replied, "There's no time. If you can, come and help! F*ck, go to hell! Hurry up, we have to kill them before we can #$%…"
The communication was cut off.
Luke frowned but wasn't angry.
Although the old man and the blonde were weird, they hadn't done anything to hurt ordinary people, but were focused on killing the undead.
Also, they were under a strange restriction and couldn't reveal certain classified information. The battle was very intense, and the fact that they had the time to ask for help at all was already pretty good.
Of course he had to help! Luke had only asked to confirm that the strange phenomenon on Staten Island had something to do with the undead.
Now, it seemed that his guess was correct.
In this period of time, his clone had traveled more than 30 kilometers from Queens to the southwest corner of Staten Island in the Big Dipper Armor.
