Attack is Coming 155

Several kilometers away from Black Wind Camp.

Luminous stone mining area.

Each mine shaft under the dim sky resembled unblinking eyes on the mountainside, pitch-black and deep.

In the mountain forest at the entrance of the mining area, the figure of a man with a stiff body was quietly walking out.

The man wore a tattered gray windbreaker, a white round hat, and a similarly gray-white mask that covered most of his face, with black sunglasses shielding his eyes.

He was about one meter eighty tall, and the brown leather boots on his feet were full of holes and white mold spots.

Click.

Click.

The man stopped in front of a mine shaft, and after pausing for a while, he stiffly pulled something out of his coat pocket, grasped it in his palm,

slowly, he stepped forward, and walked into one of the mine shafts, disappearing from sight.

Before long, the man walked out of the mine shaft again, his figure merging with the fog and quickly vanishing.