He Is Still Alive
When Max got up from the ground, it was only a short while before he lost track of Regan. Max figured Regan should have reached the forest and been covered up by the bushes.
Quickly, Max covered the wound near his heart and chased after him. However, as he looked around, he did not see the president in the woods.
On the ground, there was a gun with an emptied magazine.
Apparently, the president had run out of bullets.
There were more than a dozen of bloodstains on the ground, along with a burnt smell.
Where on earth did the president go?
At this moment, Thomas's voice came from behind him.
"Max, where's Regan? Where's he?!"
Max's eyes revealed a look of panic and helplessness. "He disappeared!"
However, soon after, Thomas dismissed Max's statement because they saw a few footsteps in the position where they were, and there were also scruff marks on the tree bark.
Carefully smelling, Thomas found that there was still a smell of knockout drug in the air.
There were still remnants left alt

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