"Stay back! One more step and I'll kill..."
Just as they entered, they saw a middle-aged man holding a hostage. The hostage was maimed, but it was clear she was still alive.
Everyone who saw this scene instantly understood why you were supposed to kill criminals on sight in the apocalypse.
These people had no humanity. They were depraved. They were animals.
He raised his hand. One shot.
There wasn't a loud bang.
The knife-wielding thug collapsed, unable to even finish his sentence.
When the team set out, Wang Ziru had taken the initiative to gift an Electromagnetic Kinetic Energy Weapon to both Jiang Zhenlong and Yun Ming.
Charging was simple—it used a Type-C port, which were everywhere in the apocalypse. A full charge was good for three hundred and fifty shots.
It was a gift, but it was also Wang Ziru's way of demonstrating the technological might of the Mo University Camp to the official rescue team—a different kind of muscle-flexing.
The team pushed deeper inside.
