The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

At the beginning of the evacuation, everything was relatively calm.

Both sides moved toward their respective retreat points. No one fired a shot, no one provoked anyone, and not even anyone spoke loudly.

But as more and more people were evacuated, the atmosphere began to become tense.

"Bang!"

A gunshot pierced the twilight.

Bullets struck the open ground near the evacuation point, kicking up clouds of dust.

The crowd erupted instantly.

"Damn! They actually dared to fire!"

"Take cover! Take cover now!"

"Brother Zhou! Someone's firing shots over there!"

In Zhou Zhenguo's team, several capable members immediately drew their weapons... there were pistols, homemade crossbows, and even one person carrying a hunting rifle.

"You son of a bitch, you actually dared to do it." Zhou Zhenguo gritted his teeth and dragged a modified liquefied gas canister bomb out from behind the bunker. The canister was wrapped with wire and tape several times, and a long fuse was attached to the detonator.

"Old Liu, come give me a hand!"

A burly man ran over, and the two of them together lifted the heavy bomb canister. Zhou Zhenguo estimated the distance, lit the fuse, and together with Lao Liu, threw it...

The liquefied gas tank drew an arc in the air, crossed the open space, and flew towards the woods where the foreigners were hiding.

"boom......!"

The deafening explosion sent a fireball soaring from the edge of the woods, thick smoke and debris shooting into the sky. The shockwave from the blast created a gust of hot wind, forcing those at the evacuation point to duck their heads.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

"Stop looking! Retreat!" Zhou Zhenguo didn't seize the opportunity to expand their gains, but instead waved for everyone to evacuate quickly. "Back to your positions! Get on the cable car now!"

There's no benefit in fighting those people.

Their firepower is insufficient and their ammunition is limited; if a fight breaks out, it will only result in mutual destruction. The most important thing now is to ensure everyone's safe evacuation.

The crowd quickened their pace, each person running towards their designated retreat point.

Su Mu could still hear sporadic gunshots from time to time, but they were too far away to pose any threat to him. He neither quickened nor slowed down, but walked at a leisurely pace.

He kept an eye on the locations of the cable cars around him.

The cable cars were suspended hundreds of meters in the air. From below, each car's location corresponded to a different evacuation point on the ground. Su Mu found the approximate location of his cable car and looked up.

Sure enough, his cable car was noticeably different from the others.

The third-class cable car is four times the size of the first-class cable car, and its red and white paint job stands out in the twilight. The glass is thicker, and the cabin is more square, making it look like a luxury version of a train car. Hanging among those dusty little metal boxes, it's hard to miss.

He noticed that about ten meters ahead, a girl was looking up at his cable car, then looking down at him, as if confirming something.

The girl was in her early twenties, with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt, and had delicate features. When she saw Su Mu looking at her, she paused slightly, then smiled and nodded at him.

Su Mu nodded slightly in response.

He glanced again at the seat behind him... empty. The cable car hadn't been lit since last night; the people inside must be gone.

A few parking spaces ahead, people were still looking in his direction. And further back, eyes were also being cast his way.

Su Mu didn't pay any attention.

It's only a matter of time before the cable car is upgraded to level three and gets noticed. As long as nobody knows who he is, it doesn't matter.

Just then, a muffled thud came from behind me.

"Bang!"

Su Mu suddenly turned his head.

Gunshots.

The sound came from the direction of those foreigners on the right.

He frowned, preparing to leave quickly.

Then he saw it.

The girl with the ponytail in front of him, the one who was just smiling and nodding at him, was now lying on the ground. Blood gushed from her chest, staining her white T-shirt dark red.

Her eyes were still open, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she were trying to say something, but she could no longer make a sound.

Su Mu's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, what flashed through his mind wasn't the girl's face, but another woman's face... the woman tied to the table in the military base. After she was rescued, she jumped from the building and was smashed to pieces.

He didn't stop her at the time.

He told himself that it was her choice and he had no right to interfere.

But now, yet another woman has fallen before him. Not because of her own choices, but because of the malice of others.

Su Mu's expression changed slightly.

It wasn't ferocious, nor distorted, but rather an extreme, frozen calm. Beneath that calm lay churning magma.

He did not step into the vortex of retreat that was so close at hand.

He turned around and took an M4A1 carbine out of his backpack.

The black-painted gun gleamed coldly in the setting sun. He pulled the bolt, chambered a round, and then pulled two grenades from his backpack, hanging them on the tactical buckle at his waist.

He didn't speak, didn't shout, didn't make any sound.

He carried the gun and walked toward the direction from which the gunshots came.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, as steady as if he were taking a stroll.

"Hey, what's he going to do?!"

"Holy crap, he's walking that way all by himself?"

"Come back quickly! That area is full of foreigners!"

He heard gasps of surprise coming from behind him, but Su Mu paid no attention.

He walked into the woods.

The first grenade.

Pull out the safety ring, swing your arm, and throw.

The grenade traced an arc in the air and landed precisely behind a large tree... where two foreigners were crouching, firing their rifles toward the evacuation point.

boom!

A burst of fire erupted, shrapnel flying everywhere. The two foreigners didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted away.

[Slayed a level 2 human.]

Su Mu didn't stop. He carried the M4A1 and walked towards the second target.

The second grenade.

The third goal.

The fourth one.

Every grenade landed precisely where the foreigners were hiding, not one was wasted. Those hiding behind trees, rocks, and bushes were blown to pieces.

After throwing the grenades, Su Mu picked up the M4A1.

"Da, da, da..."

Three shots in quick succession.

A foreigner who was reloading was shot through the head and fell into a pool of blood.

"Da, da, da."

A foreigner who was trying to flank from the side had only shown half of his body when he was blown to the head.

"Da, da, da."

A foreigner hiding behind a tree, with only the muzzle of his gun visible, was shot through the tree trunk and into his shoulder. He screamed and fell to the ground.

Every shot Su Mu fired was a headshot. No matter where the enemy hid or how they moved, the bullets always found their heads with pinpoint accuracy.

This is not marksmanship.

This is the rule.

[Any attack will lock onto the monster's weakness]... In Su Mu's judgment, these foreigners who shot at him were no different from monsters.

Gunshots rang out in the woods, and explosions echoed one after another.

The people at the evacuation point were alarmed.