Later, An Zhe saw many Vance-like teams coming back from all directions. Some wore light equipment while some were wearing heavy equipment. They held weapons and were in teams of four or five, driving similar armoured vehicles into the designated area. Once they stopped, they got out of the car and walked to the city gate, the car and people being checked separately.

Vance got out of the car first. An Zhe grabbed his arm and jumped out. He felt that Vance’s arm was a bit tense and thought that perhaps the gate evoked Vance’s bad memories of his brother.

They walked together to the gate, where there was a long queue. The head of the queue was somewhat turbulent but the situation couldn’t be seen. People were entering in turn. An Zhe was behind Vance as they walked to the line, looking around as he walked.

Soldiers in black uniforms stood on both sides of the gate holding two guns, a hot weapon and a laser gun at their waist. Behind them were huge heavy weapons, right at the gate. It could be imagined that if a monster tried to invade, they would be blown up by these heavy weapons.

As he looked around, he was attracted by a figure in black. In an open position under the city wall in the distance, the man was also wearing a black uniform and seemed like a loose, undisciplined soldier. Unlike his colleagues standing on guard, he was leaning against the city wall, looking down and slowly wiping a black gun. However, the black and silver uniform on his body seemed much more refined than others, perhaps due to his slender body.

Vance glanced over and for some reason, his pace accelerated a lot. He pulled An Zhe forward and just as they were going to join the end of the line-—

An Zhe saw the man in the distance slowly raising his head. Underneath the black uniform cap, a pair of cold green eyes were exposed. An Zhe suddenly stopped. He felt a chill around him and was frozen.

Vance turned back. “What are you—”

His voice came to an abrupt end.

A shot rang out.

Vance’s tall body shook in place. Then he fell to the ground with a thud, eyes wide open and throat rattling. Blood spilled from his temples and after twitching several times, there was no movement from his body.

An Zhe couldn’t even reach out to grasp a corner of his clothes. He didn’t have time to think about what happened in that moment. He could only raise his head to look at the officer in the black uniform. It was because at this moment, the officer was slowly turning the dark muzzle—it was pointed at him.

CHAPTER 5