Finding a Mission

Jiang Yan Hai and Black Lion got out of the vehicle. The thirteen of them boarded three off-road vehicles they had found and waited quietly. Once the other convoy left the consulate, Jiang Yan Hai and the others immediately drove out of the alley as well, following behind it.

Naturally, they kept a distance of about fifty meters from the convoy.

Dawn had only just begun to break, and it was still somewhat dark outside. On the street leading away from the consulate, overturned cars were still burning along both sides, while all kinds of smashed-up garbage piled across the road.

A man with a numb expression hurried past, pushing a cart that held several corpses. There were also thugs and scavengers picking through things on the street. When they saw the convoy, they all moved aside without daring to say anything.

They looked like ordinary people, but once the convoy passed, they might turn back into the devil's minions, baring their savage faces.

Civilian corpses, each having died horribly, still lay atop the rubbish by the roadside. The blood had long since dried into a brown crust.

Some civilians fled in panic through the darkness with all kinds of luggage, but where could they run to?

Others knelt in the street, clutching the bodies of their loved ones and weeping uncontrollably.

There were also countless thugs taking advantage of the chaos to burn, kill, and loot. Everyone could only watch in silence. No one could help them.

There was only endless silence.

A day ago, this had still been a prosperous port city. Now, it had become a living hell—and this was a city that had not even been hit particularly hard.

Even some high-rises in the distance were still burning, buildings struck by Rocket Launchers and similar weapons.