Evil Land.
A car accident scene.
Burning vehicles were sticking out of the ground, and a few unfortunate souls were wailing on the ground, clearly the main victims of this catastrophic crash.
The Night Wandering Ghosts were holding their guns, with the muzzles uniformly aimed at two guys clutching their heads on the ground.
Mitch and Scorpion.
Mitch wore a set of green Armored Soldier gear, while Scorpion's combat suit was topped with an orange leather jacket; both had quite impressive prosthetic arms on their left hands.
Kneeling on the ground, Mitch, sweat trailing down his forehead, forced a smile and said, "Well, we're screwed..."
"Do I even need to say it—you guys get a bit of new dog food and suddenly you're all so bold, huh?"
The leading Night Wandering Ghost gave Scorpion a kick!
Bang!
The kick sent Scorpion reeling, and he sprawled on the ground, long unable to stand up.
Seeing his state, the Night Wandering Ghosts laughed loudly:
"Haha—eat dirt, stray dogs!"
