Bab 149: Finishing the Leftovers

The sturdy armored car could not block out the increasingly ear-piercing sharp wind sound. The armored driver, who was tortured by this bizarre war to the point he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown, felt his brain twitching slightly in nervousness. Absentmindedly, he stared at the control console in front and instinctively felt as though a disaster was coming soon.

In desperation, his rational heartstring finally snapped! Loudly, he shouted, "F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! Who the f*cking hell can tell me who the f*ck these people are? Have I come to Superman's world or met with X-men or something?! Dead! Everyone is dead! Since everyone is dead already, there's no need for me to live anymore! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I just want to kill you! I'll die together with all of you…"