"You have all been deceived, the emergency society is a lie!"
On the rooftop of an eighty-story building, fierce winds howled. More than a dozen actors holding handguns surrounded a young girl wearing a white baseball cap, from whom the cry had just come.
"Immortal Wine, do you really think we don't know the truth from the falsehood? Don't just listen to what he says, watch what he does," a tall and thin man in a black windbreaker took a step forward and responded to Immortal Wine's question.
"You don't understand." Immortal Wine shook her head slightly, "I can see things you cannot."
"What did you see?" Although he asked this, the man in the windbreaker did not put down the handgun in his hand.
"The future." Immortal Wine seemed to recall something; her expression suddenly became excited, and her breathing grew a bit rapid.
At the same time, on the roof of a building 800 meters away from the skyscraper, two more people were observing Immortal Wine's actions.
