The battle had developed to such a point that it violated everyone's understanding; whether it was the infighting within the same faction, Wang Duan's death, or Shi Xiong's fury, all the developments were filled with a bizarre sense of unreality.
But everything happened too quickly, leaving no room for thought.
It was as if you woke up to find all your neighbors in the building had been shot, and in the next second, a fully armed soldier rushed in, stuffed a pistol into your arms, and hurriedly told you that World War III had broken out, the country was in chaos, and the only way to survive was to fight your way out.
Gunfire blazed.
Flesh and blood flew.
A strong survival instinct forced people to take up guns and open fire. Those who died under the gunfire could be the aunt selling breakfast on the roadside, the teacher at a school, or various people they were once in contact with.
Why kill?
