The distance between Max's residence and the mansion's gate where Max believed the sounds of gunshot had originated from was just over 500 meters.
Swoosh!
Even though he still couldn't utilize his strength perfectly, he was several times faster than a normal person and arrived there in less than 30 seconds.
Immediately, he saw a mob gathered at the entrance.
'Hm?' His brows furrowed, but not because they were here. No, their presence didn't surprise him in the least because he had expected them to turn up after finding out the mansion had survived the enemy assault, and it had accepted more people—Martinez, Thompson and his family.
The reason he frowned was because he noticed five corpses lying in front of the gate and the mob was fearfully staring at the two men standing on the other side of the gate, behind the sandbag wall, pointing their assault rifles at the mob.
One of the two was Henry and the other one wasn't Jack as he had expected.
