As he crept closer to the source of the light, the silhouette of a dilapidated building gradually emerged from the darkness: an abandoned gas station. The sign swung in the night breeze, creaking and groaning like an old man burdened by time, whispering stories of years long past.
He Chenguang approached with extreme caution, using the darkness as a shroud as he circled the perimeter to scout. His footsteps were as silent as a ghost’s, his ears straining to catch every movement; not even the faintest breath could escape his notice. Peering through a window, he smelled a dense, stagnant scent of old gasoline that seemed to congeal in the air. He pushed the door open, the hinges letting out a slight groan that sounded like an alarm bell ringing in the silence of the night. His heart tightened, his muscles tensed, and he froze to listen. He tightened his grip on his sniper rifle, and only after confirming there was no danger did he move forward.
In the corner of the station, He Chenguang was surprised to find a motorcycle. Moonlight spilled through the broken window, casting a cold, metallic sheen on the bike that looked like a glimmer of hope in the dark. He walked over and touched it, the sensation feeling almost like the warmth of life itself. He crouched to check the tank, dipped a finger inside, and sniffed: the scent was rich and potent—the tank was full. Even more, the key was still in the ignition. For a moment, He Chenguang couldn't suppress his joy; a bright smile br…
Chapter 413