The tracks of the armored vehicle crushed the broken pavement as Zhou Jian stood atop the command vehicle, his eyes squinting into slits behind the windproof goggles.
In the distance, a terrifying giant spider made of hundreds of corpses was disintegrating under the old man's fists, the splattering bones and flesh falling like a grotesquely beautiful rainstorm.
"Hahaha!"
Zhou Jian suddenly burst into wild laughter, his rough palm clapping heavily on the armored plating,
"So many bodies, truly insane! These must be the vile thugs of [Destiny]!"
"Pass down the order!"
Zhou Jian abruptly retracted his smile, his palm clenching towards the street as if wanting to crush the entire road,
"Seal the street, cleanse everything!"
Inside the command vehicle, the young messenger widened his eyes, stupefied, and said:
"Reporting, Captain, that person looks like a scavenger..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the deputy cut him off coldly:
