The heavy downpour was still pouring down without any sign of stopping. The tragic scene where he was carrying Lei Hao and a lifeless woman on his shoulders while running in the rain appeared in his mind. The atmosphere at that time was extremely similar to the current one.
Yun Lintian grabbed onto a silver necklace on his neck, taking a deep breath, and his mind immediately calmed down. In the darkness, his eyes behind the night vision seemed to glow with golden light. His gaze was like a torch piercing through the curtain of rain and landed on seven figures that were lying in the distance and pointed their guns in his direction.
He seemed to forget the pain as he sat down on one knee, aiming his machine gun at the seven figures at the end of his sight. At this moment, Yun Lintian's body had blended into the environment, as though he had become transparent.
