Chapter 85: 085

After being tossed out by the bank for wasting everyone's time, the unfortunate reporter met an even more unfortunate fate on his way out.

He tried calling his co-workers to let them know of his crisis at the bank and probably get some help. That turned futile, because the moment he held his phone up to his ear, a bullet or some sort of projectile knocked it out of his hand.

"What the hell?!." At the sound of a bullet, the people around scattered, not wanting to get caught up in whatever madness was happening. The city's structure at the lower level of society, provided channels for quick shelter if an attack were to occur.

The reporter charged towards the nearest shelter sites with an underground escape route, only the citizens knew of. A building with bullet proof windows and air tight walls to prevent any poisonous gas from contaminating the escapees.