Mounted on the roof was a Reconnaissance Radar and a Gatling gun, the thick armor plating covered in a red skull motif.Inside the vehicle, a man with a buzz cut sat on a leather couch, toying with a bloodied dagger.This was the Gray Wolf Rig's rig leader—Ansel Vaughn.He had one of those instantly recognizable faces, the kind typecast as the villain in every action movie—and the scar running from the corner of his mouth to his ear only made his grin look more savage.Right now, he was in an excellent mood.Because kneeling at his feet were a few trembling survivors."Don't... don't kill me..." A female player sobbed, her clothes in disarray, tears streaming down her face.Ansel grinned, flashing a mouthful of yellowed, smoke-stained teeth.He ignored the woman's pleading entirely, instead grabbing a male player beside her and, with practiced ease, strapping a ticking black device to the man's chest."Run."Ansel patted the man's face, sneering. "This is a timed bomb. Five m
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