Jeremy is not the Omega that should be preserved, it is not only terrible, but a terrible prey, difficult to hunt, not easy to own, and dangerous. If you have a chance, you must kill it before you are killed yourself, because you meet it by chance, and you have no choice. Jeremy suddenly raised his voice when he kept running.
"You and your dick look disgusting," he said as he watched each other's lower body soften, and then he raised the crowbar and made an analogy on his shoulder.
"You're dead."
"I think you're a dead bastard. It's too bad you found me."
The other person smiled, bent down, picked up an axe and put it on the ground, holding it tightly in his hand.
"The bad guy is you."
Too bad, I had just seen the opponent's weapon more powerful than the steel crowbar, but Jeremy, without showing any sign of fear, pushed the man behind him into the distance with one hand and suddenly nodded and screamed.
"I will know who hell calls!"