In the overgrown field, a solitary, dilapidated three-story building was completely surrounded by police.
The building's entrance had been blown down, and looking inside from the outside, only some old tables and chairs were visible, seemingly devoid of any people.
"They don't seem to have a plan for a new attack," Allen said, glancing out from the gap in the window. At that moment, his face was covered with a urine-soaked cloth, as he knew the police's assault would definitely involve tear gas, so he made a protective tool from available materials.
Smith, similarly covered with a damp cloth, snorted coldly and said, "Until tried, we are not criminals but active-duty American soldiers. How dare these Japanese kill us? And we have heavy weapons in our hands; they definitely wouldn't dare to attack rashly in the short term, or it would just be sending men to their deaths."
