Smith Circus, that was the circus Brian had previously watched perform at the beach.
Who would have thought that members of the Original Sect were still hiding inside this place?
Because he had been there before.
This time, after driving for over an hour, Brian arrived at the circus with familiarity, stepping into the moonlight, bearing the invitation of the Grim Reaper.
The concealed ones were easy to find.
The Mutants and believers of the Original Sect were all African, the undiluted, non-mixed-race kind, making them quite distinguishable.
In such an environment with innocents around.
The Poison Gas Bomb was clearly not an appropriate choice.
The thing lingered for a long time, and Brian certainly didn't want to cause a massacre.
...
The circus was stationed on a large clearing.
Brian didn't expect that before he even started his search, a black man in a long robe, leading two lions, approached him.
