Chapter 170 Kaboom

• Where Lucas passed, only bodies remained.
• He moved like a storm given flesh—relentless, unstoppable. No blade, no bullet, no desperate hand grasping for salvation could halt his advance.
• His weapons were an extension of him, a seamless blur of motion. He switched effortlessly between them, adjusting for range, terrain, and the speed of his prey. His shotgun roared. His pistol snapped. His knife whispered as it found the soft places between armor and bone.