The morning sunlight drizzled over the small town's street, casting a warm golden hue. Yet, to the survivors under the tyranny of the tyrant's pursuit, it felt like plunging into an icy cave. As the carnage spread, the air began to mingle with the stench of blood.
The middle-aged driver nudged the brim of his duckbill cap with his finger, then blew a whistle in the style of a Western cowboy while holding his assault rifle level, aiming at the silhouette of someone in frantic retreat.
Pop pop, a precise single shot, two bullets entered Xiao Hu's back skull, shattering half of his head, splattering white brain pulp on the street. The headless corpse stumbled forward a few steps and fell, rolling around covered in dust.
Because Xiao Hu was wearing a police uniform, he became the primary target of attack.
"Pathetic," the middle-aged driver scoffed disdainfully. He had initially thought the guy had some capability.
