On the suburban road outside Jinnan City.
A group of official cleanup crew members wearing combat uniforms were tirelessly cleaning the road.
On this day of the "Promised Land" organization's suppression plan, the reason they were here with brooms and mops in a usually deserted area was very simple—
The members of the "Promised Land" who needed to be cleared out were already all over the ground.
Here a piece of intestine, there an arm, and when you look up, you can see the road—once dull from years of vehicle traffic—now strangely marked with a dark red hue.
The strong smell of blood that could be sensed from afar sent chills down their spines.
"Urgh... what's going on here?"
The newly arrived cleanup crew, holding back their urge to vomit, asked the colleagues who had been cleaning for a while.
