The high-rise collapsed.
Trent Marsh was suppressed under the ruins.
He wanted to get out, but relying on human strength alone was impossible.
"Can he be killed?" Julius Reed stood beside White Dragon, gazing at the ruins.
Even though the whole building had collapsed, it was still dozens of meters high.
Like a pyramid.
But it's a pity that Trent Marsh isn't a pharaoh.
"He can't be killed, or rather, it's very difficult to kill him." White Dragon shook his head.
Aron Jackson and Dwayne Lake stood at the back, unable to hear what the two were talking about.
"Do you have a way?" Julius Reed looked at White Dragon.
They belonged to the same organization and understood each other well.
But Julius Reed had no reliable information about Trent Marsh.
He knew this guy had some skills, was arrogant but smart.
From the sneak attack, you could tell.
