He took the large handheld uranium bomb launcher from his back and aimed forward. Few soldiers could use this weapon flexibly. It had enough firepower but it had a terrible weight and was extremely difficult to aim. The recoil could crush the shoulders of an ordinary person.

Hubbard knew the key weak points of the tentacle monster but the existence of the research institute buildings seriously blocked his aim and the weak points weren’t shown.

Hubbard backed away. All his thought processes and decisions were completed within three seconds of seeing the monster. He stepped back, back and back.

The wind was becoming louder. Within a few seconds, he had already crossed the ‘no access’ sign. He glanced back and saw the endless sky. Then he looked down and saw that he was only one step away from the edge of the cliff. The ground under his feet was shaking slightly and there was the sound of stones rolling down.

It was still a bit short of the position where he could kill the monster without damaging the buildings and the power generating towers.

In fact, he never wanted to be a hero. Nevertheless, he continued to take a step back. There was once again the sound of loose stones falling.

The crosshairs of the weapon’s sight were right on point. This type of launching weapon had enough penetrating power, enough firepower and enough range.

Bang!

The huge recoil threw him backwards. The edge of the cliff trembled and the already loosened stones collapsed like an avalanche.

The wind rang in his ears as he fell down. His vision was full of the glorious dawn, the sun leaping out from one side of the mountain and the dazzling golden light hitting his retinas. Just after this fleeting moment, another figure appeared from the top of the cliff, leaping in his direction.

A few drops of blood fell on Hubbard’s cheek. It was like it was a dream. He reached out—

Tang Lan’s hand that was pale from blood loss grabbed his.

A shadow covered the sky and the bloody wings unfolded. The wind in the mountains blew to the east and blood stained his clothes. Tang Lan had no strength to flap his wings. He just grabbed Hubbard and slipped in the wind, like a paper plane that was folded incorrectly and had been lost when he was a child.

Hubbard stared into this person’s eyes. Tang Lan’s eyes were as handsome and cold as before and there were two bleeding scratches on his cheeks. Tang Lan also looked at Hubbard and laughed.

There were many things in Hubbard’s eyes that Tang Lan could see. Hubbard wanted to ask him why he was here, what he had experienced and why he would sacrifice himself to follow Hubbard off the cliff.

Tang Lan just laughed and clasped Hubbard’s hand tighter. Hubbard responded to him with the same intensity.