BOOM!
The bald man snatched the rocket launcher.
The people in front and around him immediately tried to dive for cover, but the blast still caused widespread casualties.
"Hehehe, you bastard Abbott,"
"I told you, you were going to die by my hand sooner or later."
The bald man laughed smugly from within a thick cloud of smoke.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"It's not yet certain who will come out on top."
From a corner, Ethan Abbott flung a corpse aside with one hand.
It was a companion he had grabbed at the last second to shield himself from the explosion.
He, however, appeared to be completely unscathed.
'Anyone who can make it in the apocalypse is a ruthless bastard.'
Nina Jacobs could tell that neither side was simple.
The man named Abbott probably saw that there was no possibility of a truce and decisively ordered several of his team members to launch a suicidal attack.
Soon, the bald man was at a disadvantage due to a lack of ammunition.
