The Mercenary holding the gun slammed open the bathroom door, only to see an empty bathroom.
Outside the bathroom, Anke, holding the little boy, rolled and landed on the ground, coughing violently twice.
"Are you all right?" The two little girls who had climbed out from on top of the trash can hurried over.
"I'm fine," Anke said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "There's nothing wrong with my body yet."
And just then, behind him, a faint, sharp pedestrian alarm sounded.
He turned around and saw a huge off-road truck slowly driving out from behind him.
Two mercenaries sat in the truck, one driving and one in the passenger seat.
At that moment, the mercenary in the passenger seat was squinting, seemingly dozing, while the driver raised his head and looked toward the corner, seeing Anke standing on the ground and the three children beside him.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
Then the truck stopped in front of Anke. The driver stuck his head out and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here? Do you have some mission assignment?"
Anke had just been about to speak when a violent shout came from the truck's radio. "The captain's been killed!"
Hearing that voice, the driver froze slightly. Then his gaze naturally moved downward and landed on the blood spattered across Anke's body.
Then, without hesitation, he reached straight for his waist.
But Anke moved faster than him. At that moment, Anke had already grabbed the door handle and thrust the electric baton in his hand directly into the driver's body. Amid violent convulsions, the driver stopped moving.
At the same time, the mercenary in the passenger seat also groggily opened his eyes because of that shout.
But by then, Anke had already reached through the