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The gunfire had been silent for quite some time now.
Inside the off-road vehicle, there was nothing but silence, save for the sound of the car moving across the Gobi. The dust kicked up at the rear made the road they had come by indistinct, as if they had forever left Mr. Wild Bone behind in another world obscured by dust.
Perhaps the sweeping gunfire had exhausted all the energy and strength of the mercenaries, leaving them with no desire to speak another word.
After an unknown period of traveling under the stars, "Heavy Cannon," leaning against the seat and gazing at the roof of the car, asked in disbelief, "Did we escape from Mr. Wild Bone's grasp?"
The dust and the moonlight outside the window gave him a strong sense of distortion, making him question whether they had already perished at the hands of Mr. Wild Bone in the real world, and whether everything that followed was merely his fantasy, or a continuation of his consciousness.
