"There's only one bullet in the gun." The departing car transmitted this sentence.
Xu Huo bent down to pick up the gun, pulled out the magazine, and saw that there was indeed only one bullet.
But the thugs closing in weren't the same; each had a gun, and their magazines were full.
Xu Huo held the gun and suddenly looked up at the pitch-black sky, exclaiming, "Really boring."
He woke up.
The props showed no signs of being attacked, the shelter was intact, and Housekeeping No. 25 still sat beside him.
Putting away the protective armor and "Three Seconds of a Lifetime," he opened the door and walked out.
"Out in less than three hours, that fast?" Chi Xian walked up, "Didn't sleep or woke up?"
Those three hours included the accumulated time from previous wake-up calls, in fact, he only slept for less than two hours.
"Woke up, getting something to eat," Xu Huo said.
