Chapter 487
Stella was on patrol when she spotted the Eagle Tanks rolling in. Without a second thought, she spun around and bolted.
Seeing her panic, Blue Eyes, with his ever-present pipe, got even more crazed, chasing her down in his tank.
"She's scared, she's scared! The so-called beauty from the East is running scared, haha!" But it was too late for her; more terror awaited.
She ran, he ran; today, she wouldn't escape. The Union Base buzzed with excitement; the hunt had begun.
Some people are just born to be prey, perfect for the cruelest games. Especially in this post-apocalyptic world, where every corner is a natural hunting ground; the thrill is unmatched.
The tank's thunderous roar closed in, leaving the others far behind as it chased Stella with relentless zeal.
Just 500 meters from the house, a thunderous explosion shook the snowfield. The tank flipped. The ice shattered, plunging the tank into an icy abyss... and just like that, it sank.
"Oh my God!" Mike was gone!
The blood-pumping crowd stood in shock. The battle hadn't even started, and already the tank was gone?
Stella stood atop a snowdrift, flipping them the bird before vanishing from sight.
"Fuck!" Blue Eyes, coming to his senses, cursed until he was red in the face. "Son of a bitch!"
Furious, they picked up their pace, determined to end her today. The sea was ice-cold, and with the tank's weight, it kept sinking deeper...
Inside, Blue Eyes, his sunglasses lost and his pipe nowhere to be found, didn't have time to escape as the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to breathe underwater, they fought to hold their breath and survive. But their heavy, waterlogged coats dragged them down, and the sea's icy spears jabbed relentlessly.
In the subzero depths, with no breath and the cold causing their hearts to seize up... And just like that, no deity, not God, nor Allah, seemed to hear his prayers. He swam desperately, growing stiff and weary, while the light from above faded to darkness...
No amount of pleading helped; the Western gods seemed to ignore their plight. As he sank, something massive neared him. "Oh, No!" Before he could scream, the icy water rushed into his mouth. A gaping maw closed in and swallowed him whole.
Above the ice, none were any wiser to the tragedy below. They knew the tank hadn't sunk completely, but they were helpless to save anyone, and so they gave up. The operation had gone awry; now, they were dead set on tearing apart the instigator.
They charged forward, only to scream in agony as they stepped on a bed of rusty nails. Pain! Pain! Pain! Rushing too fast, the ones in front couldn't stop, and those behind crashed into them, piling up like dominoes. Pressed against the nail bed, they became porcupines.
They had aimed to teach the stubborn Australians a lesson but ended up taking two huge falls, losing their tank commander in the process. Blind rage burned away their reason, and Blue Eyes, with their lesser comrades, skirted the nail bed and charged toward the ice house.
Their guns blazed, a fiery dragon's breath engulfing the ice house. The building was consumed by flames, taking all Union Base personnel with it. Then, the air was filled with harrowing screams.
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Some escaped the inferno, only to be engulfed in flames, thrashing wildly in agony. Caught off guard, the crowd was stunned, then scrambled back to avoid the blaze. Some weren't quick enough and caught fire themselves. The victims tried desperately to beat out the flames, but to no avail; they rolled in the snow, but the petrol fire was relentless. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
The ice house burned furiously, cries of agony echoing from within, but no one dared to enter. They hadn't expected the usually docile
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But that was their downfall. Used to the snow blindness, they wore sunglasses to look cool. If only they had taken a moment to see clearly, they wouldn't have fallen for the Australians' trap. What a bunch of arrogant fools!
The Westerners were no better. With a sneer, a small figure slipped to the back of the crowd. He made it to the edge, but as he turned, he saw a woman standing not far off by a trench.
Damn it, it was that Australian woman; she wasn't dead! Stella gave him a grim smile, "Animal."
The small man raised his gun, but
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Stella was quicker. A deluge of snow from a two-story drift came crashing down, instantly burying the hundred strong Union Base members who had swarmed the ice house. Silence fell upon the world, leaving only the endless snowflakes and the roaring flames.
Cooper, anxious, wanted to dash toward the burning home. Stella quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, our home is safe."
She had moved the entire container into Arcadia and created a false door to lure the enemy. It was the arrogance of Blue Eyes, their nightly violent invasions, that made her trap possible. If it had been anyone else, less brash, it wouldn't have worked.
"Bro, someone got away." Hunkered down in the trench just outside the door, Rosie suddenly opened fire and leaped out in pursuit. Stella hurried after her, only to discover that the one who had slipped through their was none other than the escape artist champion-Belarus.
They could really run; their legs moved like pistons. But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun a bullet. Both Stella and Rosie were crack shots, and with deadly accuracy, they sent each runner to meet their maker.
Let the wise old sage himself answer the eternal question-exactly which country did these souls belong to?