"Ah!!!"
Sharp screams emanated from various parts of the refugee crowd, quickly spreading unrest.
Colin squinted, gazing ahead, and within a few seconds, he identified dozens of early-stage Beast Transformation Syndrome patients.
"That was close, the large-scale outbreak mentioned in the foresight was halted, only a few dozen."
He sighed with relief internally, if this had been a large-scale outbreak of Beast Transformation Syndrome, then all he could have done was run away.
After all, facing several hundred or even thousands of those afflicted wasn't a joke.
But now, the problem wasn't significant.
Colin gathered his thoughts, clutching the "Contrarian Revolver" as he rushed toward the chaos closest to him, and decisively shot a bullet through the head of the target.
Before Colin pulled the trigger, the targeted individual showed an obvious attempt to dodge.
Clearly, his arrival had triggered its passive skill.
