John draped himself in the yellow blanket, a symbol of the injured.
His leg was immobilized, and leaning on a crutch, he followed Eden out of the chaotic Bolago Club.
The West District's commercial area had suffered a heavy blow.
The Special Operations Team began to purge all armed forces around the building, affecting all surviving gang members.
John could clearly hear the screams.
The faint wails in the gale were definitely not something a madman could make. Some were just survivors left in the building, maybe clinging to a handgun for safety, or crying out due to neural implants affected by network jamming, or merely a little too close to the firearms and ammunition on the ground…
No one was spared.
Clearance enforcement by the SAT was extremely ruthless.
They were the last line of firepower suppression in the city, with no compromises, never shying away from any dangerous mission.
The base of the Bolago Building was already surrounded by ECPD and SAT vehicles.
