Unknown to Justin, a group of men was driving modified cars toward the subway.
Inside the cars were men armed with rifles while some held their soul weapons. Though the deadly cold poured continuously, the modified car shield them from the frost. Also, those in the cars were not ordinary humans.
They existed higher than the First Circle being. Though the suppression of the nightmare forces their power to be lower. Their physiques were still of their original circle.
"How could those cowards allow some kid to ride them?" A middle-aged man said in disdain.
"I don't care about the supplies but I heard they use trains as their base…" A greedy eye appeared on the face of a woman in her early twenties.
The middle-aged man looked at the woman and swallowed the lumps in his throat. This woman was the leader of their camp while the middle-aged man was the vice.