Chapter 890

Plague ran down the main street of the town. All of a sudden, he felt a tingling sensation. His experience as a killer told him that there was incoming danger. As expected, the next second, he felt as if his calf was bitten by a poisonous snake. He looked down and saw that he was shot, and the bullet had gone through his calf. Snipers!

Plague gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. He had amazing fitness. As he ran, he kept searching for escape points. He was fast and moved very cautiously so the snipers couldn't aim for a second shot.

There was a parking lot in front that wasn't demolished yet. There was even a car that looked brand new, and under the moonlight, he could see that the ruts on the ground were pretty fresh.

The car was probably owned by residents from the nearby suburbs.

When Plague saw the car, he quickly backed up. He didn't think of stealing the car and driving away. Instead, he ran away from it. If someone drove that car not long ago, it means that there