Time passed little by little, and the small square outside the art museum was always undisturbed.

Although the bunker was surrounded by a trolley, although the weapons and fortifications were carefully erected, and several retreats to the main base on the top floor of the art gallery behind him were also reserved, more than three hours had passed, and the square was still calm.

Not to mention mutants, not even a few wandering monsters have been found.

In the blood-colored mist in the distance, there were a few odd ones

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