A swarm of flies buzzed over, and before getting close, they suffered a crushing disaster, their souls scattered, falling to the ground like dumplings.
Li Wenwu, like a small wild cat being grabbed by the neck, obediently held the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chen Shouyi, who was resting with his eyes closed, and his eye twitched. This scene reminded him of the last time President Chen went on a killing spree.
At that time, those "Void Demons" suffered the same fate...
He covertly withdrew his gaze, subconsciously straightening his back, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't seen that scene just now. Only his breathing subconsciously became a bit gentler, and he pressed the gas pedal more softly.
...
The original frontline had become the hinterland, and the command headquarters had long since moved.
