Lich finally arrived at the border of New Angola, the federation of Gunza, Caboledo, and Luanda. Only an armed checkpoint was separating him, and the most advanced civilization south of the equator, if not the whole world.

It was a lone, five-story tower connected to a fence surrounding the entire federation. Three people were overlooking the forest from its highest floor.

When they saw him, the visibly most experience one of them used a fireman's pole to quickly get down. His face was covered with scars, and even the heavy armor he was wearing couldn't hide his muscles. What was truly impressive about him, however, was the small firearm on his hip.

Still, when standing next to Lich, he looked like nothing more than an average man.

“Stop right there. Only citizens are allowed to enter due to the ongoing military emergency.”

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“Nice piece! What is that, a Makarov?” Ignoring him, Lich ducked down to take a closer look at the gun.

It had ten notches on the handle, and that was about everything he could see. Not only was the rest hidden in the holster, but its owner also kicked Lich's shoulder, slightly pushing him back.

During the next two seconds, the scarred man took out his gun, aimed it at Lich, and had his right hand amputated, after a pick dug itself into his arm, between the radius and ulna.

“I was just taking a look. No need to attack me.” Sadly, his opponent could not hear him. He was preoccupied with screaming in agony. “Actually, let me liberate this thing. We wouldn't want it to be ownerless, right?”

After many years of using boring cold weapons, he could once again use guns (which were rare even before the great ammunition shortage).

“Call Gunza, it's Lich!” The more experienced one of them ducked, while the newbie died from a few bullets hitting his head. Now he had to both notify the city, and defend himself from Lich.

He looked through his late comrade's bag, took out a flare gun, loaded a flare, and aimed at the window. Just as he pulled the trigger, the flare was caught in Lich's robe, who ran up the stairs. After that, he was shot.

“I guess only death follows me.” At least he had a gun now.