A gray coat had just been hit by a high-precision bullet.
Pieces of cotton drifted in the air.
At this moment, John was wearing a long-sleeved dark hoodie.
His hands were in the pockets of his sweater.
He lowered his head and walked out of a dark alley.
Outside the alley, it was no longer the area blocked by the Rayast Corporation.
John had just walked out.
He looked up and saw that at an intersection ahead, a dense crowd was looking towards the distant old residence.
He quietly squeezed into the crowd.
He turned around to look.
It was a scene filled with a holy feeling.
It was like the scene in the religious scriptures.
A dense flock of birds circling low in the sky.
In the sky and on the ground.
Beams of dazzling light shone from the high beams.
The old residence was highlighted in the dazzling light.
Suddenly.
Raging flames enveloped the antique wooden building!
