Chapitre 1967: Everybody's Target

Those who were capable of flying in midair to cut and control the parachutes were only few after all. Most of the parachutes simply fell unimpeded, landing in different parts of the ruins randomly.

As the parachutes got closer and closer to the ground, the howls deep inside the city ruins became fiercer and crazier.

Under the blood red moonlight, it could be seen that countless pairs of skinny hands were extended out of the rundown buildings and the debris. Humans were no longer humans but wild, starving dogs.

Boom!

The first chests of assets finally hit the ground in heavy noises. The previously blossoming parachutes were like wrinkled skin on the ground, announcing their location as an eye-catching mark.

"Hooo!"

"Let's go! Let's go!"

The sinners showed up!