72 Hours of Doomsday: I Dismantled the Black-Hearted Company

Su Ran stared at his intact palm in a daze. Three minutes ago, this place should have been bombed down to nothing but bones. Miss? My urgent shipment. The man outside the car window tapped on the glass impatiently. The skin exposed at the edge of the mask is covered with blue-purple lines like spider webs. This was a sign of a virus outbreak in the previous life, but now there are clearly three days until the end. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.