But now, none of that matters.
As long as they are together, it's enough.
At this moment, an untimely voice rang out:
"Cousin, that person looks like the one who killed our guys yesterday." The guy who went to Shenzhen yesterday pointed at Ant and said to Brother Whitehead.
Brother Whitehead looked at this group of people, who had been acting in front of him for a while, and he roughly guessed their identities.
He wasn't afraid at all, this was the Doomsday, he'd seen soldiers, and he'd killed many of them too.
What he didn't know was that the three people in front of him were not ordinary people, but represented the nation's most elite fighting force.
"Hey you, come down from the car obediently. Initially, as long as you knelt and begged for mercy, I was planning to let you go. However, the person next to you killed my man yesterday, which makes things difficult. How about this, you kill him yourself, and I'll give you a chance to survive."
