Some people telepathy with each other. So did Zhang Tie and his brothers in Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division. They killed enemies and bathed blood, they blocked blades and bolts for each other at the risk of their own lives.
Zhang Tie felt Freo, the bald-headed tough man's fresh blood was running through his body. While those brothers in Iron-Blood Camp were running Zhang Tie's fresh blood through their body.
After Zhang Tie got on the vehicle, Reinhardt also jumped onto it. Without saying anything, he just held the cigar and accelerated his vehicle at once.
As it was outside the gate of the alliance command, Zhang Tie was not afraid of being followed by others. If the alliance command in Mocco City could not even guarantee such a simple thing, they didn't need to fight in Selnes Theater of Operations any longer. They only needed to return home and wait for demons.
"Did you kill Master Abyan?" Reinhardt asked casually.
