Chapter 468 Death’s Wail
- “Huff, huff!”
- Lewis Snow was nearly at his limit. These weren’t regular sniper rounds—they were armor‑piercing high‑explosive shells. The flames and heat rolling off them scorched his skin like a blowtorch.
- What really rattled him was the shooters outside the camp gate. Fire roared sky‑high, and there was zero cover. He couldn’t believe they’d come up with this insane way to take him out.