Chapter 51 Trapped among the bullets

• The clock had struck five of the morning, when every single resident of the New York city was drifted into dreams. The peak moment when a few had dreamed of wishes coming true, while the rest cried over past recalling and repenting.
• What do you expect the next strategy of Ronan Ross? Something destructive, something above the level of ordinary dwellers. Of course, he did something which was well suited to his ruthless personality.
• 'Pah! I knew it that you would come, Ronan.'