Depression

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao and the others before looking at Qiao Chu again. "Where's that laboratory?"

Before the helmeted Qiao Chu could answer, a desolate, hoarse roar sounded again.

"Howl!"

This time, Shang Jianyao and the others could clearly hear that the roar's origin wasn't far away—just a few streets behind the City Intelligence Network Control Center.

The roar was so loud that Shang Jianyao and the others felt their ears ring and their heads spin. It seemed to come from the depths of everyone's hearts, from a fearful memory that couldn't be wiped away. It made Long Yuehong's legs tremble uncontrollably, and Bai Chen subconsciously tightened her scarf as if she wanted to strangle herself.

Jiang Baimian's body slightly trembled as if she were using all her strength to resist the fear. Shang Jianyao slightly cowered as if he were still a child. However, he quickly returned to normal. No, not exactly normal either.