Snow drifted down from the sky in thick flurries.
Dozens of drones patrolled the city, their red cameras resembling the weapons used by the Deterrents.
455 interfered with the drones' signals, allowing Xie De to sneak back to the guesthouse. He had run a little too far in one go. At his current pace, getting back would take at least an hour and a half on foot.
So he simply took a shortcut.
He cut straight through the houses destroyed by the Laboratory and the Club, taking the shortest route.
The houses were in ruins. He had no idea whether the bodies lying on the ground belonged to locals or members of those organizations. Through the holes in the walls, he could clearly see snow falling onto the calm sea, with a few penguins waddling brazenly around outside.
Money String had hidden in the guitar case during his sniper duel, too afraid to come out. Only when things quieted down outside did it poke its head out again, crawling through a gap in the case onto Xie De's shoulder and looking worriedly at his wounds.
Xie De looked away from the penguins, picked up Little House Centipede, and tucked it into his pocket. This city was covered in ice and snow, with frozen ground everywhere. Insects simply could not survive here. If Little House Centipede stayed outside for too long, it would freeze to death.
He continued walking.
He used Thermal Imaging to avoid other people.
He could clearly hear the roar of drones flying over the houses.
Soon, he reached the guesthouse, but as the thermal image took shape before his eyes, he discovered that several more people had appeared inside.
He could not help feeling irritated.
"455, what's going on now?"
"Don't worry, host. They're from the Laboratory,