Chapter 162

Kicked hard open by Lu Shu!

All the movements,

seemed to be completed in an instant.

"Captain, you..."

Nia, whose body had crashed heavily into the wall,

was just about to speak in confusion,

when the next moment,

her gaze caught the missile speeding through the sky,

and her eyes instantly widened.

"Captain! Be careful!!!"

"It's a missile!!!"

Amidst the screaming,

the next second.

Boom!

The massive explosion nearly pierced their eardrums.

The shockwave, carrying flames and debris,

swept over like a sandstorm.

It lasted for dozens of seconds!

Nia struggled to climb up from the wall,

searching for Lu Shu's figure amidst the dust and smoke.

She turned her head slightly,

and suddenly froze,

for the Santorini Hospital behind her

had been blown into a massive ruin.

Screams,

wails of grief,

blood and scattered limbs.

The broken body of a little boy

lay right at her feet.

Here,

as if in an instant,

had turned into a living hell.

"Captain!!!"

Nia frantically searched through the dust and smoke,

and finally, beside a pile of ruins,

she saw Lu Shu's figure.

Lu Shu was squatting on the ground,

and before him,

lay a member of the Silver Snake Mercenary Group.

And that familiar member,

was smiling as he spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood.

"Ma De..."

"Captain, I... I seem to be a bit unlucky."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Nia arrived before him,

and saw that half of the member's chest

had been completely torn apart.

And Lu Shu merely squatted there,

silently gazing at that terrifying wound,

in the dim light,

his gaze was indistinguishable.

Chapter 068: For this job, our Captain says Silver Snake has taken it!

Amidst the massive dust cloud,

flames devoured everything,

the explosions continued,

and the collapses continued.

The air was filled with rolling heat waves,

as if one breath

could completely dry out the moisture in the lungs.

Covered in dust, Jiahar dazedly climbed up from the ground,

He walked aimlessly, like a walking corpse,

as rubble kept crashing down beside him,

yet he showed not the slightest reaction.

His gaze

remained blankly fixed on the hospital before him, now reduced to a sea of ruins.

Inside the hospital,

there had been 2,126 patients in total,

1,067 of them children.

389 medical staff.

Now,

more than half were buried beneath this rubble.

He instinctively sniffed the air,

learning for the first time

that the air within an explosion

actually carried a sweet, bloody scent.

That was...

the smell of blood, wasn't it?

As he walked on,

his foot stepped on something beneath him.

Looking down,

he saw a tiny hand,

and only a hand.

In the palm of that small hand,

two candies were still tightly clenched.

He numbly crouched down,

his hands trembling,

and cupped that tiny hand in his own palms,

then pressed it against his face,

feeling the lingering warmth still remaining on it.

Finally, Jiahar buried his head.