Living Beyond the Blame Chapter 168

A strange, hoarse sound came from a dark corner.

At this time, the door of the warehouse was slammed open, and armed special forces rushed in and started a quick search.

A tall man bent over and walked in. Several beams of light shone into the warehouse from behind him. Tiny dust particles were flying, and the star emblem on the epaulettes of the man's clothes reflected brightly.

He was wearing combat uniform and military boots that reached up to his calves. He stepped over the low cardboard boxes with steady steps. His long, handsome legs seemed to contain great strength. My eyes followed every step he took, as if they were stepping on the tip of my heart.

The man seemed to be attracted by something. He turned around and walked behind a pile of debris. He slowed down his pace, and his drooping hand naturally touched the silver pistol at his waist. He spread out his five fingers, which were slightly longer than ordinary people's fingers, and quickly took the pistol into his hand, and at the same time, he hooked his fingers to open the safety.