"Stop! This is a military restricted zone, no traffic ahead, leave immediately!"
Without any words of nonsense, Wang Peng raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger cleanly. With two quick gunshots, the guard standing next to the checkpoint fell back on his back.
"What were you saying?"
Wang Peng looked at the man next to him, who was squatting down on the ground in fear. The guard threw away his weapon while shivering. Wang Peng didn't say a word. He walked across the checkpoint, heading towards the town hall.
The defensive force of Tiangong City was concentrated in the Eastern District. It was currently fighting with the Third Orbital Airborne Brigade for control of street 23.
That was the main road leading to the town hall. It was also a transportation hub connecting the residential area and the industrial area. Once the control of street 23 was lost, the fortifications advantage of Tiangong City's militia organization would be completely lost.
