The already desperate apocalypse was filled with an added sense of hopelessness.
Suddenly,
Brother Hao's face turned cold, his shotgun swaying slightly in his hand, "Kneel now, holding your ears, and tell me how scared you are, beg me not to shoot, and I just..."
Whoosh!
It was as if time had stopped.
Before Brother Hao could finish his sentence, he felt the gun disappear from his hand. Looking down, the gun had vanished, and on closer inspection, it was now in the hands of the other person.
"How is that possible?"
Brother Hao, his mouth agape as if seeing a ghost, looked at Lin Fan, only to find Lin Fan holding the gun, his gaze calm as he watched him. Startled, he stomped on the accelerator; the armored vehicle zoomed towards the distance.
Lin Fan watched the fading vehicle.
He shook his head.
He did not chase after it.
There was no need.
He had more important things to do, such as protecting the neighborhood and waiting for the birth of new life.
