There were constant bangs resounding throughout, and it was clear now that these were guns, and they were coming from more than just one person. In Zain's country, only three types of people would have access to firearms.
The police force, the military, and gangs. The number of gunshots that resonated made it seem like they were either the police force or the military.
'It would make sense for the army or police force to create a stronghold in the city. They would focus on saving most from here…but the problem is the weapons themselves.' Zain thought as he looked at his hand.
Although his resistance had improved and his skin was tougher, sharp blades could still cut his skin, making him think a bullet would kill him without a doubt. No matter how good his healing was, a shot to the head would cause him a problem and Skittle.
'Still, I have to find out what's going on, and I should check out the situation for myself.'