The sound of the waves crashing was no longer crisp, becoming thick and dull, and each time it reached its peak, it descended with a rumbling noise.
The sky and sea were one, pitch black and oppressive.
The office buildings of the four industrial parks became the only light in the entire world.
The urgent knocking and the storm's battering of the metal sheets sounded one after another.
One by one, the uneasy survivors from the shelter stepped out and then accepted the soldiers' interrogation and allocation orders.
They returned to their narrow rooms filled with fear.
Qu Hang stood on the highest level of the metal framework, listening to the whispers the wind brought him.
His dark green coat was flapping noisily in the wind.
Not a single drop of rain fell on the sniper rifle he held.
Suddenly, Qu Hang's ear twitched, and he responded softly.
Judging from the movement of his lips, it should have been a "yes".
