Hedong Cheng'an District, inside a residential building.
Xue Songjie held a baseball bat in his right hand and a pair of binoculars in his left, crouching behind the curtain, cautiously observing the outside through a small gap.
He was burly with a rugged face, and if one ignored his dough-like pale skin and his belly large enough to suggest he was six months pregnant, he was just like Zhang Fei reincarnated.
But Xue Songjie felt like he was about to piss himself in fear.
Ever since being jolted awake by the sound of bombardment early yesterday morning, he felt an intense unease, and the subsequent events proved his suspicions correct.
A terrifyingly massive shadow roamed the city like a hurricane.
Wherever it passed, the glass of buildings on both sides shattered, and the asphalt road looked as though it had been bombarded with artillery, with deep craters appearing every hundred meters or several hundred meters apart.
