At half past eight, Miami left the sun's embrace.
The last bit of red light struggled for less than a minute before it completely disappeared.
The entire city was lit up at night.
Countless people were still partying on the beach, on the roofs, and on boats.
Luke, who was flying quietly in the air, sighed when he saw this. What a huge field ripe for harvesting.
It seemed that his Level 1 clone would be playing here for a while after this.
Collecting his thoughts, Luke scanned the first target at the port.
There weren't even any regular people, let alone soldiers with higher body temperatures.
Luke left two drones behind as a precautionary measure before he flew to the second target.
Before he arrived, Tony sent a message. "Not on my end."
Luke said, "Then it can only be the southernmost target."
Tony said, "I'm on my way."
