After Ethan and the others left, Miles stepped in front of the remaining two hundred-plus Enhanced.
Originally, there had been over five hundred Enhanced in the compound. Chris had slaughtered around two hundred, the others had taken out another hundred-plus, and now only these two hundred or so were left.
At this point, they were already scared out of their minds. But none of them dared to run. All they could do was stand there, frozen, waiting for judgment.
"Want to live?" Miles suddenly asked.
"Yes!" A chorus of nods followed, heads bobbing like woodpeckers.
"Good. I'll give you a chance to live. Just one. Whether you can hold onto it—that's up to you."
He continued, "For now, you'll stay here in the compound and work. I'll be watching. If you prove yourselves useful, maybe you'll get to stay long-term."
"Of course, you're free to resist. Or run. If you can escape, well, that's your skill."
