New York, on the outskirts of the city where the war had yet to reach.
Inside a factory warehouse, five or six vehicles were parked side by side—luxury cars and RVs alike. Gangsters with dyed hair and tattoos waited both inside and outside the vehicles.
These gang members anxiously paced back and forth, yet they did not dare drive away early. They could only continue waiting in torment.
At that moment.
Lorna entered through the warehouse doors, carrying the unconscious Wanda on her back.
"The boss is back!"
"Big Sis finally made it!"
"The aliens are practically here! We can finally get out of this godforsaken place!"
The male and female gang members cried out in wild delight.
A tattooed young man stepped forward and respectfully reported to Lorna, "Boss, all the vehicles are ready. They're fully fueled, and we've got guns and cash. The plates are official police ones—no one will dare stop us from leaving the city!"
Lorna nodded calmly. She placed the unconscious Wanda on a bed in one of the RVs, then stepped out of the vehicle and leaned against its door with her arms crossed.
Outside, all the gang members prepared to leave looked at her in confusion.
Lorna took out a pack of cigarettes and a metal lighter. Lighting the cigarette between her lips, she exhaled a ring of white smoke. "We're not leaving."
"Boss, what did you say?!"
Everyone present froze in shock.
"Wait a little longer. There's no need to rush away." Lorna raised her pale green eyes through the drifting smoke and looked toward one side of the city.
New York, the central battlefield. An antique building that looked no different from an ordinary church.
On the rooftop of its highest floor.
A bald woman dressed in an immaculate yellow