-who dressed in long black trenchcoat, wearing dark sunglasses, standing on the roof of exhibition center, at the midnight, and the heavy rain is pouring down- now is facing endless tanks and troops. The tank shells and bullets are raining down on him; HunHun raises his hand, and suddenly everything stopped, the tanks, the troops and the shells are all frozen in the mid air.

HunHun doesn't need me. He is the One.