North Third Ring Road.
The winter streets are desolate, with only occasional large vehicles and scattered pedestrians passing by.
"Press once every second."
The apprentice keeps his hands in his pockets, counting a second, pressing once.
And at this moment, to say he isn't scared, that's just bullshit.
He's very anxious now, even thinking the railway bureau isn't so bad, occasionally chasing away vendors seems quite sentimental.
"What the hell am I thinking?"
Thinking this, he hurriedly dismisses the idea, knowing the more he thinks like this, the more frightened he becomes.
If he shows any sign of fear on his face, letting the rats realize he's just 'bait.'
The plan would be ruined.
If the rats escape to another city, it could result in more deaths.
"Don't panic... don't panic..."
He takes a deep breath, calming himself a bit, blending in like an eager pedestrian returning home, though his hand presses once every second.
