Killing

After they finished eating at an upscale Western restaurant, night had already fallen.

Avoiding the faintly visible surveillance around them, Ryan brought Annie to the Clinton District in western Manhattan, New York.

The surrounding residents also called this place Hell's Kitchen. It was where all of New York's darkness resided.

Drugs, gangs, arms dealing, prostitutes...

Even before the war, this had been a haven for criminals, with people dying violently in the streets every day.

After the war, it had not improved because of that. Instead, it had become even more chaotic.

The sudden war had shattered the original order here, while the alien objects that had fallen to the ground had added fuel to the fire.

During the day, the gangs ruling this place still held themselves somewhat in check, not daring to cause too much of a commotion. But once night fell, gang wars and slaughter became the only theme here.

Ryan and Annie walked through streets that could be called a living hell.

As the sky gradually darkened, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets. Those who remained all looked like gang members.

They were now staring at the pair with strange expressions.

Whether it was the expensive clothes they wore or the jewelry and watches on them, everything showed that neither of them was poor.

To these people, rich kids who dared to wander around here after dark were rare, fat sheep.

Especially since one of them was an exceptionally beautiful Asian woman. Just thinking about it made many people entertain sinister thoughts.

"What is wrong with the people here?"

Annie frowned as she asked. The people around them either looked at them with pity or with malice in their eyes.

It was the first time she had seen such a bizarre scene.

"Of course they