North?
Beauty Child turned around and looked in the direction of the pharmaceutical factory.
Now, about Gem Atkinson.
He and his bodyguards had run towards the pharmaceutical factory, and before they reached the gate, they smelled the overwhelming stench of blood, followed by the intermittent howling of wolves.
Gem stopped in his tracks and drew his gun. The other two bodyguards, well-trained, also drew their weapons and vigilantly flanked Gem on his left and right.
The three of them backed into the pharmaceutical factory's main gate and gasped in unison.
Within the rust-covered iron gates, in the weed-infested courtyard, were wolves everywhere. More precisely, the bodies of wolves larger than calves littered the ground.
At the same time, their sharp eyes distinguished some human bones among them, bloody and freshly exposed.
Clearly, these people had just been killed by wolves.
"President."
