As soon as he reached the stairs, Lu Jiaren smelled the smell of smoke and couldn't help but fan himself with his hand.

The battle just now was not without casualties. One of the attackers threw a grenade while escaping, causing half of the stairs to collapse, and the ferocious steel bars inside were exposed at the fracture.

The body of a staff member was buried in the rubble and has not been dug out by the staff.

Several people jumped down from the gap one after another and came to the first floor.

The injured people were groaning in pain and limping away.

The police and hospitals in this world are privately owned, but there are no free 110 and 120 calls. The starting price of a call is 3 euros, and every minute after 5 minutes is charged at 1 euro.

If you meet a toxic operator who doesn't want to work and tells you a cross talk, your money will be gone.

Therefore, most people who are affected in daily crossfires can only admit that they are unlucky and find a safe place to lick their wounds.

Those who are truly unlucky may never stand up again.

"Sister, wake up..."

Panic cries came from the side, and a ten-year-old boy was kneeling beside the dirty road, holding the body of a young girl.

The left half of the latter's face was covered with gray marks, his right hand was severely fractured, and his chest and abdomen were also penetrated by gravel.

Due to severe blood loss, she could no longer respond to the calls of her relatives.

"be honest!"

A man with green hair was kicked by the bar bouncer and staggered in front of everyone.

Looking at his disgraced look, it was almost certain that this guy was one of tonight's attackers, the desperado who blew up the stairs.

"Why!"

The boy immediately screamed and asked angrily: "She just came here to buy an ice cream, why did you hit her?"

"Why?"

The green-haired man was startled by his question, and then he grinned.
Chapter completed!