The night was bitter.
A daunting human shaped-armor walked along the empty street. The moonlight scattered onto the merciless steel as it shined on the white symbols, T-3.
His steps were slow as he scanned around. It was as if he was taking a stroll.
Broken houses.
The closer he approached the "mansion" the more tragic the scene looked. From the bullet marks on the wall and its density, it seemed to be from the cover fire of the machine guns. From the signs of explosions amongst the street, It looked like it was from grenade launchers.
In the shambles, Jiang Chen saw a pair of eyes.
Like a startled animal, the eyes escaped him when he turned around slightly.
His throat moved before looking away.
"I can do the "cleaning". Ayesha’s voice came into his ears.
"No… I think I should go personally."
Although he couldn’t see Ayesha’s face, Jiang Chen could still imagine her gentle gaze.
