"So, you're the one who put explosives in our bunker?" Troy asked, watching closely for Elena's reaction.
Ethan swiftly positioned himself in front of his wife, attempting to shield her from the threatening glares directed their way.
However, Elena gently tapped his arm, signalling with quiet confidence that she could handle the situation herself.
She looked at them calmly, with a steady gaze, as they had their guns aimed at her.
There were at least ten of them, and she knew that fighting back wouldn't be a smart move.
So, she replied with a blatant lie. "What bunker? If you're going to point fingers, at least make it credible. And lower those guns. Trust me, I wouldn't hesitate to go down with all of you if it means we can perish together."
"Heh, big talk! Why should I listen to you?" Troy shot back, tilting his gun and preparing to fire.
He was convinced that this group knew precisely who was responsible for the chaos in City B.
