It's the same everywhere.
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot rang out, and behind the ruins of the rainstorm, a distorted face appeared, holding a gun, aimed at Ji Jue's face, shouting:
"Get out, Federation scum!"
In the muddy water, Ji Jue turned back, looked at him, expressionless.
The hands holding the gun were trembling, the makeshift gun he cobbled together, soaked by the rain, couldn't aim at all, and with the gunpowder wet, it might not even ignite.
Only the fear that couldn't be concealed and the hatred that couldn't be let go were in his eyes.
"Jia Kongzhu, he's here to save people," said a disheveled woman softly.
"Save people? Do Federation scum really have such good intentions?"
Jia Kongzhu's expression became even more twisted, scowling: "If it weren't for these Federation dogs and Empire dogs, how would we have fallen to this extent, saving people?
Wasn't it them who pushed us into Hell!
Get out!
Get lost, we don't need you here!"
