The wheelchair tracks hadn't disappeared yet, as the fierce wind swept over them, unable to drown out those imprints.
The snow on the mountaintop was shallow but never seemed to disperse.
He took a deep breath and spread his arms open.
The Miracle Seed in his hand still hadn't lit up, remaining a dull gray.
He had been waiting here for a long time, although he hadn't been counting.
But it was predictable that, at present, he was very likely to be the one who stayed the longest in the history of the Disaster Strategy Bureau.
Jiang Si closed his eyes, feeling the final landscape of the mountain peak, not knowing how long, noise came from below.
The sound of police sirens followed by a helicopter hovering over the mountaintop.
On the helicopter, armed police warnings kept coming, with the sound of guns being loaded.
The intelligence about extracting hearts in the hall must have also spread, right?
Jiang Si just quietly listened and then walked to the cliff's edge.
