C382 Positioner

On Third Ring Road, the shell leaned against a lamppost, frowning thoughtfully.

He remembered this road, the place where he had killed the first aboriginal.

"What's wrong? Always frowning. Scared? "

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from above. Before he could react, Guan Ming was already standing beside him with the spear in his hand.

Although it was still daytime