The Apocalypse Hoarder
Snow weighed down its branches and offered solid concealment.
A sniper rifle appeared in his hands, wrapped in white cloth. It was not the old police rifle. This was a military-grade model designed to function reliably in harsh conditions. Even extreme cold could not degrade its performance.
Cyrus dropped to one knee, braced the rifle against a forked branch, and lined up the scope on the canvas bag by the door. He was half a mile away. If Dorian showed himself, Cyrus could kill him instantly.
Once everything was in place, Cyrus pulled out his phone and sent a message.