As the sun began to fall from its peak, Xiaoyun was standing right on top of an office building.
He had been watching and examining the death zone for over an hour. Planning with Yiming and the Colonels for even longer.
Looking through the binoculars, he could see small groups of soldiers, all scattered throughout the entire city into groups of five.
Every street corner, every window, every doorway had someone with a rifle, aiming towards a long red line.
The red line wasn't just metaphorical. But a literal pile of blood-red meat that could be visibly seen pulsing and retracting.
From the roads on the street all the way up to the skyscrapers, the flesh almost felt like electric wiring that linked up various buildings.
What's worse was the dense fog that shrouded what's deeper into the city, preventing anyone from seeing the flesh's deeper connection.
"All units ready?"
